The Arkansas advocate., 1833-12-11
NsS. 36.
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"Plck him up, you rascals, and take him to lall,e said the gentleman, 'sand pray, Senor. oblige me by entering my house and taking little wine.n
 did So, and that house was my home as long as l remained in the Paso del Ncrte. You see, that, so far, have used very laconic brevity. I shall be di;iuse enough presently. When I called upon Don San- tiago Morela, the next morning, he intro- duced me 10 his daughter, and as you will allow that have a very prepossessing ap-2 Peafanee, (S#hat the devil are you laughing at!) and great deal of tact, soon became l acquainted with her. hate descriptions. and hate school boy sentiment She was beautiful Spanish girl give you no catalogue of her charns---but when 1 say. that with oil my taste and tastidiousness, | 1 fell over head and ears in love with her. you will acknowledge that she must have been beautiful. Her father was Gachu- ] pin, that is, he was born in Old Spain, and tho the sentence of banshment had been issued against all old Spaniards, now six months, still he had not removed. He was a man of much talent and good edu- cation, and he had himself formed the mind of his daughter. m =.,.l.ss
 In short, l determined to declare my love to Isabel. ] soon found an opportuni-
 y. We we're alone in the room. Of all languages in the world, next to the Italian, delight to make love in the Spanish. 1t has such splendid vocabulary of terms. required in such matters, and 1t rolls from the tongue with such liquidity. opened my lips three or four times, but failed to speak. used to talk love we'll enough in Baltimore, but this was another matter.--- Suddenly she placed her hand upon mine--- compressed my lips. She sighed--I bit them, till the blood started--and then she spoke, aud the low tones of her voice sound- ed like music in the air. sssenor!n- then she stopped. l looked n her face, and she blushed and looked down. ssi wish to tell you a seeret--I have thought Of do- ing it for good while,'' I had been there whole week. .'and with you, l believe 1t will be sate-wbether you grant my re- quest or net.7 'ihe DeWil' thought I, sis she about to woo me to my face2'----but 1 kept silence. 'tMy father wishes nc to marry this Alari,, and, de vefas, hate him. and''--l mentally abjured all womanknd), ''and-and--I love somebody else.D Fire and tormentsp-l thought again. "New do, my dear Sir,-do use your influence with my father to prevent the marriage. He will listen to you more than any one else. l indeed--lndeed--if 1 marry Atari, it will break Julian's heart as wei! as my own.0 ] Here was d consunmation. After Ill, as Halli Baba says, after all, Minshallah! she had never thought of loving nae. Alasl my vanity, and my loye!--botl disappont- ed. But have read Plato, and am phi losopher of the first water.
 ''And who Is Julian?'' l inquired. Her answer was too long and invoIuted to repeat. Ii contained long description; bat knew whom she meant. It was Wil- liam Stanley-a young Virginian.
 "Does your father know any thing of Julian!"
 "No. l have only seen him twice. ] was afraid to tell hin,.o
 Stanley was my particular friend, and for that reason refraned from gaining her af- fections-I might have done it, you know. (none of your laughing now, you rascalIy YankeeD but would not. laid plan to bring him to live at our house, and in the evening l went to find him. He was a young fellow, who, being n Alabama the year before, had taken fancy to see Santa Re. He was rich--had long since sold out the few goods which he brought with hlm--and was now lounging about, await ing the return of the company to the Uni- ted States.
 1 employed myself after supper, in lock- ing for him, but saw nothing of him until after dark. The thought then struck me, to seek him at the Monti bank. You are surprised that 1 should take so much pains about the affairs of any body except myself. So am I---aoau---but liked Stanley, and hated Atari, who was little, conceited, mean Spaniard, in the regular habit of din- ing with Don Santiago every day.
 There was woman dealing monti, with something like thousand dollars in silver and onzas, piled up before her. Stanley. among multitude of others, was betting. I watched the game awhile, and then enter ed the next room, and commenced game of billiards with young American. was using him up very fast, (yon know how I play the game,) when the name sIsubeP. pronounced i'll low voice, caused me to hlrn my head cautiously. In S corner of the room were the Officer of the Customs, and the Comandante of the troops, in close council. The American who was playing with me understood no Spanish.
 ''I think" said the Comandante, sshlat you hate Don Santiago, and will aid me in any scheme to get him out of the way.o