Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1872-08-28

As he looked on her young beauty, he
felt a thrill of pride TO think that all was
his: with the handsomest wife in Seville
the largest mill, the most huspitable house,
what more could he desire2
| am afraid the love he had for Pepta
was compounded of many feelings, aud
was far from the single-hearted self.
sacrificing, passionate devotion Jose had
felt, nay, still felt in his heart of hearts,
though he was trying to teach himself to
look upon her as Antonios wife, and to
accept his fate repiniDg To a strong
soul like Jose much was pos
sible, but as yet his heart was sore within
him, and since rho fatal evening when his
hopes we're withered he had not lifted the
veil that surrounded his secret.
While the careless lovers revcled in
their happiness, and Jose, struggled with
his sorrow, the hot su nmer months drew
near, bringing with them terrible curse
that darkeus alike the homes of the rich
and the poor; people began TO move eau
tously about the streets, with featful faces,
and every day few more houses displayed
the hideous yellow flag; for the plague had
smitten Seville.
All who could, fed from the city. The
miller's family invited Pepita to accompany
them, and Jose, much relieved on know
inc her safe, offered his services to the
committee the duke had organized as
nurse for the sick, and found such ocu.
patton for both brain and hands that
Pepita was for time forgotten.
He was sharply reminded, however that
his sorrow was merely pushed asid e. moi
forgotten, when one morning, about {
week after he had entered upon his new
duties, as he was hurrying along the
quarter of the town where Pepita lived
his heart suddenly stood still with horror
for out from the window Of the housc
where he had often seen her sit, gayly
noding to friends tpd acquaintauces below
waved the terrible yellow flag.
With ashcn face and stammering speed
Jose questioned the old cobbler who wa
smoking his pipe beside his idle bench: h
could not leave the city and so sat awaiting
his fate with stolidity engaged of despair
"You thought she had gone away? All
poor lass! she crme to pack up her fine
rv, and the plague selzed her. Whel
the mller's folks stopped for her she Leaned
out of the window and told them that sh
i'll, and they never waited to hear more
scuttled off-more shame to them, say |.
"But Antonio? surely he did not dcser
her?' ,criei Jose, huskily.
"He had to take care Of his own hand
some face" returned the cobbler, with
touch of scorn. ''lcastways she was let
alone. All the people in the house ra
when they heard she was smitten. wen
and told the committee of her, bu
never one of her friends has been to as
after her but you. If she lives to &c
well, she went be Pretty Pepita;" and spit
of his own forlornuess, the cobbler felt
CLEAN of compassion for the vain, coque
tish little neighbor, who, if she shoul
escape the death she was then battliD
with, would be shorne of all the charm
she valued so highly.
Jose knew well the transmitting .touc
of the plague. lie had seen too niue
beauty become deformity, in the sho
experience he had Of nursing, to doul
for moment that Pepita's beauty ha
gone never to return; but he scarcely b,
slowed thought on that. To save th
precious life no time was to be lost.
Hurryng to poor but kind woman,
neiahbor whom he had often befriendet
he secured her service as nurse for PEI
ita.
IL am alone in the world, Master Jos
and don't fear the plague, and if | ca
save your sweetheart for you, trust MI
LII do it."
The kindly soul hassened to take HI
post by the sick bed, and Jose hurrit
back to his duties; but his heart felt Ill
lead as he thought of the danger Of ii
precious life he would so gladly purchase
: with his own.
The neighbours well-ment words, u
: needed at the time, returned again al
again to fill him with delicious hope tn
was yetdespair. Go uld it be possibl
if P.plta's life was spared, he cou
ever do any thing to win her low
Would Antinio keep his troth spite ofh
lost beauty?
5 With these thoughts filling his min
and the thousand petty cares for the si'
| occupying his hands, Jose passed the lor