The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1873-08-14


\ woman owned it; a woman with a his
tory that had in it even more of romance
than bazcd out of her great. cruel Casti-
liam eye, and dazzled those who saw her.
She was the daughter Of merchant of
Vera Cruz, :; Castilian of the clearest strain.
whom one of Santa Anna revolutions had
made a beggar, and whose misfortunes
had made his petted daughter an adyen-
turess. When the blow came that bank
rupted her father, she was on her way
home from Madrid, where she had been
educated. In Havana she received the
news that she was pauper, and that a file
OF soldiers, with esc0pet0S, had made her
an orphan. She was then nineteen and if
the years between 1914 and 1860 filled rs
they had been with a career that would
have wrecked a dozen women bred in any
chime, let alone that one where they grow
| old before they have time to be young, had
| faded her, she must have been in that June
time of her womanhood Il brunette blaze
of loyeliness incarnated, \ Spanish naval
officer who had been her fellow passenger
had won her heart and the promise of Her
hand, but he fell in a duel within forty
| eight hours after he landed at IIayam;t
| leaving La Scnorita Juez de Poltero Il
widow without ever having been wife
| Two years later her regal beauty was
reigning in the gardens and the S0lons Of
Baden-Ba len, and her black eyes flashing
delirium 70 the soul Of u Russian whose
mistress she was. \ little later she was
| in Paris with a hotel in the Rue Chate-
! laine, carriages and servants at her call
and a French Count at her feet. Next She
was rcigning at Monaco, the temporary
| ntatuaton OF an American, and the next
| year at Naples she scandalZed diplomatic
| circles and brought disgrace upon a Young
| English 0tt0che Of Legation by appearing
on his arm at Il State ball Her next scene
| of exploit was the Austrian capital, where
| she was as stunning 4 sensation rs ever
and from whence she departed for Paris
| in Il blaze of glory and scandal, with Il
| Colonel of Bavarian IIussarS in her train
But it was not Chatelaine that received
her this time, and the descendant of Dons
of CASTLE swelled the glory of the Second
Empire i'll the upper walks Of its de7nt-
mo1ule. Here she again met her Ameri-
can lover of Monaco five Years before, and
when he came home to New Orleans she
followed him She deserted him at lndi-
anOla afterward to follow the fortunes of a
| handsomcr and Wickeder min-Budd Nc
| Allister-and to become the proprietre~S Of
Il gambling establishment in Brownsville.
where she Went by the oddly -miXcd name
of ''Salle Cananch.@ This Brownsville
| taro-bank she endowed with the jewels
her beauty had eNtortcd from Russian no.
blemen and French grandces, and that
| had erstwhile blazed under the chandeliers
of German spas and in proScenium opera
| boxes i'll Eugenie's capital. And the hos-
ON that had pillowed titled heads now
gave its soiled love to an American gam
bier and desperate.
Budd McAllister like his ''pard, Is he
| used to call Sale had history With II
| pulsation of romance in its arteries, too.
| Born and raised on a little farm perchtd
upon granite boulder in New Hampshire
the year before the war, had found him
teaching school in Mississippi and, like
many another hapless 1ankee adventurer
i'll helpless hopeless love with an imperi-
Gus daughter of the dynasty of Kin" Cot
ton. The Puritanic straight-lacing had
not choked. nor had the bleak snow, Of
his native cline frozen i'll his bosom, h
| spirit of clivalry that might in other times
| have won for him Il chair AT .\rthur'-
| Round Table, or Il place in the lists Of i
| tourney for Guinevere. 50 his imperious
Mississippi queen had flashed her black
tA tS upon Illll pew fllt ntI tstlliN
| Cuban face had lighted up sometimes At
his coming. and her stately neck had bent
softly to his wooing; for he was Il delic-
ious playthin@ for her, and She could a-
ford the condescenSion, tor the sake of hrr
royal pleasure to let him love her rs he
| did till his soul toated about her in bill
lowy deErium, like IL brandy -and-mor-
phine dream, or a wild waltz of the Cha
wazee. And when the chivalry of the
South rose up against the yeomanry of the
| North when the beauty of the one sec
| ton sent its lovers forth to war with battle
charms Of nosegays, and the womnhood
| of the other section, less poetlcal, Scraped
lint and let the flowers 90 lmcullcd, this
Mississippi princess bade her Yankee lover
prove his devotion by joining her kindred
| III deadly BATTLE against his own and he
did it Loyalty. She let him kiss her velvet
cheek, and bound Il little scarlet ribbon
| from her blue-black hair i'll his buttOn-hole
Il g1tge II anlo2tF It dc l0 gucrre And the
fellow wore it there in 'G5, faded with
campaigns and discolorcd with some blood
| of Chlckamauga; The token OF Il love that
! had cursed him, and the keepsake of
woman who had laughed ut him when he
brought it back to her, with all the mourn
lu history that had clustered round it.
Born for the blue he had worn the gray
| for the sake of n romance that danced be
fore him as mirage in the smoke Of Stone
| River, Corinth and kenesaw; behind the
| black-throated cannon in the beleaguered
trenches of Port Hudson, and in the weary,
dreary prison-pens Of johnson's Island, to
vanish with the dawn of peace For when
he came back to her, after Bentonvile, to
claim that, though the Cause was lost, she
was fairly won, She laughed at him and
told him he had omitted one proof of his
tealtv, and that was to have died for her
and the Cause she loved So In vain he
pleaded that Il bullet-hole i'll his bosom
and some stains on the sod of Chickamau-
ga proved that he had done all he could
to die for her The red-ripe lips that he
would have given half his life to kiss,
though their touch had stung to death the
other half, curled cruelty the great black
violet eyes Knocked him from beneath their
sweeping fringe Of lashes, and she said,
''Mr. McAllister, please don't annoy me.
| Then he choked Il little, there was Il fiut-
ter in his lung where the ball Of Chicka-
mauga had torn through it, and Budd Nc
Allister turned his white face toward Tex
as with teeth set hard and no more hope
| in his heart, nor amy purpose LETT in his
| me ne Iliiu SIdNtiitttu W llIl tHt HlSilcSt
honors from that college whose alumni are
the widest despcradoes.
Budd McAllister was the cool l-headedcst
and cold -bloodedest desperate in that hard
town, populated as it was with Il colony
of murderers. He could let out life as
gracefully and as laughingly and as
languidly as his Mississippi princess might
have thrown away love that she had
toyed with for an afternoon. In his wild
est moods and in his cruelest lenses, he
would 90 about Brownsville with hat
.iocularly perched on the back of his head
a neat little lock of his brown hair looped
down upon his forehead in artistic negligc
a wicked smile playing about his hand
some mouth; reckless joke always at
his tongues end; a dim devilment deep
down in his moist brown eye, like the
swimming shadow Of a shark under the
sea-and a hand that would find his re-
volver-butt or his knife-hilt as flash of