The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-01-18

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inc one young, and beautiful as an angel; the
other dignifed matron Of kindly mien, such
a as are; and doubtless always have been, fire.
d darn;s met with IN Andalusia. Both women
carried prayer books, and were evidently on
| their way to the cathedral.
valdez Leal and Herrera stepped to one side
ana salnted the two ladies with marked re-
| sPeGt. Ihey had nearly passed, when the eyes
| OF the matron fell upon st. Barbara" that
naa just been finished, and leaned against q
column. Esteban had spent more time on it
ne stood it up to dry, whore it could be seen,
sepsd that it woHld find
"see there, Beatrice" said the matron to her
youthful companion, There is just what We
have been looking for. That picture is just
very we'll done, both in drawing and color. Is
the picture yours, senori"-
Esteban bowed, and answered in the affirm
experienced! He could feel his face change
color, and that his eyes must have an unwonted
expression: Was it his joy over the unexpected
1scG Of of
sensation may have been, he hardly had eyes
for anything bat the swee, face of the young
girl who stood before him.
How beautiful she was-this budding Sevil-
liam! She was to him q celestial revelation,
the living embodiment of the sweetest being
in the world of fancy his teeming imagi in alton
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and kissed the hem of her garment.
Is the picture for sale ?" asked the matron.
1t is at your ladyship's service" stammered
Esteban.
4" The price ~
"Oh, sonora, it is sufficient that you should
condescend to notice my humble attempts at
picture making"
"My young friend, every laborer is worthy
OF his hire: l beg that you will name price !;
know so little Of the value of pictures that
w0Gt nh not venture to make you an offer for fsar
nora" ''' " 0' ''
You jest, surely" replied the lady. al
will give you ten duros, and will send for it
now.'
Sonora, indeed, IL cannot accept SO
uo and And ! should feel guilty it were to give
You will allow me- ut least, to keep it for
two OF three days. trust 1 shall be able to
AS you will but don't alter it too much. I
ike it extremely as it is"
And so do I, too" said the young lady,
with a friendly smile; II think it is charming"
The matron handed the disconnected youth
the daros, glanced once more at the picture,
anu then, accompanied by her lovely compa-
The two painters had watched this scene
WIN the llveliest interest. Smelling ironically,
Valdez.Lea! now stepped toward the over
joyed Murllo.
"Wel," said he now let us settle our little
affair: You threatened me, if remember
rightly"
you thousand pardons if you will but do me
u single favor"
am not in the habit of listening to con-
ditiohs in matters of this kind, but think 1
may make an exception in your case. What
can do for you |"
lyon know the two ladies''
Tell me who they are, senor."
a, n M emf ol Law hod
Valdez-Leal. What interest have YOU in
knowing who the senoras arei All, had for
gotten the ten duros."
The blood mounted again to the Youths tenn
pies. He was on the point of making an in
dignant reply, but he controlled his anger, and
asked, almost humbly:
viii you, then, not do me the trihing
Well, yes-why mott The elder is Sonora
Maria s, de Cabrera sotomayor, and the younger
Is Sen orita Beatrice, her daughter"
DE Cabrera y Sotomayor," repeated Este
ban. thoughtfully. "Are they of the same old
noble house that was SO famous in CASTLE at
the time of the Cid 7"
The very same"
thank you, senior. l hope you will par
don my nasty threat; but You know that AN
refuses to listen to the voice of reason"
Come, Herrera" said Valdez-Leal, without
to make the youth q reply.
" Let us find q luncheonw
And they sauntered down the street arm-n- !
arm, leaving Esteban to the storm of new and |
strangely sweet sensations that had suddenly
taken possession of him.
Nearly year had passed. Esteban, during
this brief period, had become very different
being. Now he was oppressed with an endless |
longing. The aforetime cheerful and con-
tented youth, who, stratened as his circum.
stances and limited as his prospects were, had
always looked forward to brilliant future,
aow went about silent and pale, like q dreamer,
'eemingly dead to the delights of youth and
he great beauty of his native CITY.
Esteban M9rillo loved-loved as they only
who live under the sun of Andalusia love =
With mad intensity, All, and how little pros
'ect he had of ever being able to call the object
If his love his!-Beatrice dc Cabrera Soto
mayor, the richest heiress of Seville, q noble
woman, in whose veins flowed the blood OF O
hundred distinguished ancestors! Beatrice,
he belle of Andalusia, who numbered among
Ter auitors como of the richest and noblest
a6alteroS Of the country! And he, the poor,
Unknown son of the people-the wouid-be
dared not venture to give his
leart's idol the slightest intimation of what
le felt for her.
But in his Utmost soul did there not burn the
oily fire of geniusf Ay, and that genius cried