Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1861-02-06

buyers and sellers. She was taller than
most of the women about. straight as al
: arrow and vary slender. Her gown which
seemed her only garment hung loosely
from her emaciated shoulders. and was Of
faded calico, soiled and tOrn-wrapping
the upper part of her brly. as Is the Gus
: tom-there was an old silk shawl that had
; once been as brilliant as the fish. but Its
beauty was Passing away. as would the
shining hues of those same .Pices" it they
were exposed To the tropical sun till tn
morrow. Her hair va, glossy and bla, k
as discovered from a stray curl TINT holt-
ed out against her will. from beneath an
old Madras handkerchief that bound her
3; head. never saw that curl but once tho
| met pOar Msmette every time | wen' tn
, the market square. She stood so still and
silent with her white hands folded across
her heart Her eyes sparkling as gems
, peered upon snmething afar off something
lonsed for. waited for, watched for. hut
which never came-all this | read at
glance
l watched fora halfhour-was she mar
DlC- u Sld nc d u y : II GI = u 81 III l lc
market place Or was she corpse with
the eyes alIve.set up horizontally and deck-
ed fol the coffin?
'4.et US 90 nearer tn that strange f!ure,
Madame Fanny" said |.
'-0h! Mon Dieu." exclaimed my little
French woman. -tlrat is pour Mamette.
she he crazed.
LET Us spcak to her"
'She will think you have come with tt
dings from Francois"
And who is Francois"
"Ah. Non DieI. It's long sad stnry.
but come will introduce you"
We approached the statue and Madame.
in Spanish. introduced me as her friend
from America.
Scarce were the last sounds uttered ere
the agile thing uncloSed her arms and
springing Ike cat several feet. she land
ed near me and seized my profered hand.
OH what face was that; viii ever
forget it? No. nev,r. How it lighted up.
glowe.l sparkled. beamed. as passion after
passion and thought after Thought swept
over it. Shall attempt to describe it?
As well might attempt to describe an
Aurora Borealis, or fash of summer light .
ming through a sunset scarlet cloud. 1t was
beautiful magHifcently beautiful
S e threw her arms about and with the
significant gestures of her racc; gave cx-
preston to her words. as they were poured
out in Il kind of wailing music.
"What is it, Madame Fanny" [ asked
"She is asking for her lover"
asking me for her lnyer?''
"'Ah. Mon Dieu she SKIS every one
with a white face for her Francois"
Where has he gomez
Isl. 81" said She turning to the pOor
maniac girl. Isl is yes, in Spanish,)
Isl, 81. Tetitti Manmette.
Come said she, '.let US 90. or the boys
will gather round her and do her harm.
she gets frantic when she sees folks from
over the sea"
Sh.king the poor girls hands, we left
her. holding them out to US and sobhing in
broken sentences for her long lost Fran
co.'s :
mon Dieu!" exclaimed Madame. again.
for she seldom beg Il sentence without
this expression. (meaning in English, NV
God. and at the same time crossing herself
Mon Dieu! Francois Was one wicked I
man. God forgive hi :" 4
''rell me about it, Madame" u
'Mamette was the prett est child ever
sIe sun shOle on, wIel sic WIS sixreen
and her father WAS one Of the richest Dons
If the old Spanish e. She was j queen
lp N his EStancia. and tho there were no o
'laves, vet he had his retiuue Of flllpwers.
hat did her bi !dina. and adorned her morn. 1
loOn and eve. with the richest dresses. aud I
braided her jctty hair viii h hung in wavy n
olds to her feet when she st rod erect.
Francis Drake, as she called her Fran =
Ois. was the son of Boston merchant, D
Who sent his ships over to our Isle for ma a
Il gany wood One autumn his son. the K
'oung Francois, came <upercarga for his ia P
her. and stayed through the genial winter .
lOnths. |@ d
The old Don. Boo .dillo, one of the lin- Il
al descendants of the tyrant whose vim d
ictive-notioe sent Columbus home to Spain s.
prisoner, was lonely upon his estate, and d
lvlted the fascinating young Bpstonian to II
Is EStancia and introduced him to his d.
ughter. Il
In the soft Incidence of our climate. with 1t
Lamette as his lovely companion. he dal- D.
ed away the winter and when the spring Is
RS began to blow and the rains to fall he ec
ill tarried. IN
AT last when the fevers began to ravage sV
le Island. he grew frightened, and swear Pl
e to return with the autumn sunshine, =
/, left Mamette weeping for him and only
be comforted by the promise that she
lould be his wife when he ;ame back
h. Mon Dieu. how charming he was. W
ith his auburn hair and bright blue eyes.
raeeful too, as a young palm tree and do
ow he taught Mamctte to love him: how bl
begu'led the peor motherless thing to
er ruin. Before the orange began to turn an
1lden, or the mangoes were gone in the br
ii. her baby was born. su
Twas a cruel blow to old Bobadillo to in
ave this last bright scion of his race bring NJ
sgrace upon his noble house. by this H. ov
it love with a stranger-with Yam an
,e Protestant. who denied their faith and NJ
offed at their Saints and Priests II
The father drove her from his doors tel
he Priest threatened her with cxcommu- tn
cation if she did not repent and pay large th
rgess to the church. and rcnounce fUrev pli
her false lover The last was not to be bl
me, aud old obidillO died soon after fai
avlng all his wealth to the Church. aV
Poor Mamette--she wandered about with gl,
r face closely veiIed and weeping. for ma
months; always holding her sweet baby III
at looked like Francois. close in her arms. Gu
very ship that came in she sought tidings hi;