Litchfield enquirer., 1875-12-23

..the old friend of my girlish days of whom have so often spoken !; for whom too, the beautiful house has been built, and whose name you insisted was certainly Christiani.' x-,-,f
 And when Monasterio passed the place two hours later, he was, in figure, stab- bed to the heart, at sight of q gronp of thFee, svie)s6n the window that had co long been to him the gate of Eden. Don. JoarI quin was saying goodnight to Senor ue| Grijalva and to Senor De Grijalya's sisters child. Her name was not De Grijalva She had never been to France. She had been insLouisiana all those six years.
 Bat did Don Joaquin go to q happy couch that night? An. no. Memory was waiting for him. like . creditor, in his bed-chamber. and through all the hours of sleepless night aoased, ghost-like, him. with the whisper of the old vow, and now Of alisfIess pr6mise but lately extort- ed by . friend "A friend A traitor And on the head of the, Engiishman he let falI such silent curse as a Cuban can. At certain hour which he seemed to have fixed upon he stood prepared to go once more into the streets. He paused and looked forth at a window. The beautiful harbor of Havana, with all its bravery of decks and spars and shimmering waters, lay asleep in the-light of the moon. The peaceful scene was not without its effect upon him.
 For 6 moment the tumult of his mind subsided. and thought wiEhin himself how the great heart of true man, thus freight ed,hopes and enterprises, might lie still with bliss under the smile of fair, true woman. But he turned himself and was gone.
 He went to the Hotel de Ingleterra. The object of his search was not there. He ventured into the Casino. cautiously, fear ing to have his haggardness challenged. His enemy was not there. He called cab and rode into the street, and the dim number of the wooden-roomed counting room but when he looked up at it's win dow, all was dark. The night wore by all Havana slumbered: lights disappeared; the Footsteps of the dull seresos began to echo against the silent walls yet Don Joaquin still paced in and out among the lights and shadows. The cock crew, but the spectral memory staid. He was carried at last by mere vacancy of coujec- tnre to the 6sh-market bnt his enemy was not there. ftlfE
 Early in the morning the vainly sought Englishman entered his counting room and sat down at his desk It was habit with him. But this time he first opened an iron safe. and taking from it the tiny silver urn that Don Joaquin had once sent him. set it on the desk, reseated himself, and began to write. Presently he heard a footstep on the threshhold. He looked up. Don Joaquin stood before him. But what saw Don Joaquin? A face so drawn with anguish that astonishment held him fast.
 Hello, Justiniani p said the English huskily, ''I was about to write to you. What fetches you out so e'rly."
 The answer was slow and solemnly pas sionate
 II coma to kell-a you.
 You'll make a great mistake if you do" said the Englishman, looking quietly but Wearily into his eye. ,.
 ''You has play the r-rascal."
 ''Mr. Justiniani," replied the English man. ''I went last night to De Grijalva's to ask him for his niece's hand"
 Don Joaquin's hand went slowly to his bosom.
 'I had not been there two minutes be- fofe discovered she is your old sweet heart from Marianao. I had never sus pected it. fooliahly took it for granted that hHr name was the same as her uncle's. l came away, Sir, saying to myself that by Figats Mr. Justiniani ought to be allowed to speak first. came to your door last night, but it was locked. I know. now, Swta~k 1ns fl Ao~.n lf~ ing the streets all night I'm tired Now Sir, Isuppose you're ready to commence shooting. If 50, He made e motion as if to resume his pen.
 Don Joaquin had something to say. He extended has beautiful hand towards his friend, opened hls lips to speak, closed them tightly. swept his trembling hand across his brow, came forward, still mute, and put his hand ppon the Englishman's shouldaf. 1Eal Nft e EfFtH
 His friend rose up.
 Again the don's lips parted one short inarticulate note vas all he could utter i; he averted his face, covered his eyes and wept. Hn Simpson tried to laugh. but failed. ''See here, Justiniani, said he, presently, ''we'd as do the the whole scene now" He handed the don the familiar little urn. ''Th;s has nothing to do with last nights discoveries, you know I arranged this some time ago."
 Don Joaquin lifted the lip and took out a piece of paper. This he unfolded. xOn the back was written in pencil "To' be given to Don Joaquin sJustiniani in the event of my death." The don made a mo- ton towards tearing il, but the Englishman prevented him.
 HI 0k Ana Hsxn@ .t~ Ra11 mE his friends neck. The Englishman en- dured the torture for moment, and then said
 q ''Oh, come, come. Justiniani, suppose some one should come up and catch us this way. Go. now, pocket your pride, and"
 The don sadly shook his head.
 "You mean you'll not break your vow?" asked the other. r..r
 "I have-a swear cen the chorch. ["
 The Englishman unused momoment. ''But you will see her ?'' v .'' v '<'s.
 The Cuban nodded assent. h--.
 "Well, Justihiani, !" said his friend, with somewhat more energy, 'I want you to take letter to her. You see, I draw out" He forced a smile. ''Shes deyviish beau- tiful, but don't want to see her again. under the circumstances-at least, not for some time. Still. it wouldn't be just gen. tlemanly for fellow to go as far as I have and then walk off without word of rhyme or reason, you know. Dye see, Justiniani 2"
 ''I taga the lettre," said the don.
 And want you to help me in. other ways, today, Justiniani, for I sail for Vera Cruz by the royal mail steamer"
 The Cuban looked up from the floor. painfully surprised.
 ''Oh, it's only business, said the Eng. lishman, ''besides, I shan't be. gone but six months. Anyhow, old fellow, don't you see how it will be !? Don Joaquin ani Simpson can't be the old chums they were. now you and she"
 Boat have-a swear-a-'
 "Never you mind that, VI said the, Eng hshman, with nod that the Cuban ought to have understood. ''You just deliver the letter that I'll write today. -- V v
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