Litchfield enquirer., 1875-12-23

Simpson? Simpson being straightened,
 he lent him ten thousand dollars on his | note. and sent him next day little silver ! urn with lid on it, and under the lid the
 ashes of the note.nga s.s ,g bsess.fsf |
 'Yes, another would ssy; ''but . stilI | pfettier thing was the check for two hun
 dred and fifty which he left on Jose's
 desk, payable to his widowed mother"
 Hes generous gentleman, that Jus
 ''Oh, we are generous race. The world calls us cruel; but at the most we are only
 just" -
 "The world is crazy. But have you
 heard about Simpson being in love 2"
 'Nol With whom"
 As the answer is given, fate brings Don | Joaquin within ear shot,
 With this SenoHita Luisa de GriialVa."
 Oh, poor heart, lie stillI There was Senorlta Luisa 0nce-not De GFiialva {: |
 but rise, strong new resolution, and dOte |
 on the new task-this house, this gor-
 geOus babitation; build in anticipation it's |
 lofty halls; stand in its fOWery court; hear | and see its fountain dancing under palms: and seek its deep. .bushed inner cbambers. |
 where the air shall be heavy with sweet | rest.
 One night Don Joaquin found the whole Casino In a distended smile. Was he the Il occasion? Not at alL Simpson had been
 making an absurd attempt to describe
 ''deyvlllsh beautiful woman" whom he | had become acquainted with, but whose
 place of residence he declined to reveal to 'the bloody Cnbans," l" as If every one did
 not know 1t must be the Senorita Luisa
 Then and there the don's heart turned
 at bay, and, sitting at the invitation of a
 wounded colonel, he nerved himself to
 hear who the new loadstar was.
 She was not the belle of the Captain Generals late ball, nor of the CerrO, nor yet ot the Prado, but simply. because she had not appeared at either, for rumor said she was singularly and superbly beautiful. It seemed she was from New | Orleans, had made her new acquaintancss only among the foreign residents, had the care of an inirm uncle, and felt compel led to be always within his call. If you wished to see her, you must pass her house in the cool of the evening, and be- hold her at her grated window, like, as the poetical colonel said-'1ike dove in a cage"
 ''It IS is worth the trouble every day." said he. There are none like her for beauty. nor for goodness, dare venture, though'-with bIasc smile-"that is minor consideration"
 Her residence was in the Gale del Obis- DO, an ordinary Hayanese d. cling, neith- CT poor nor pretentious, two stories high, of concrete, with 8 square paved court at the bottom of its covered carriage way, its drawing room on the ground floor with windows immediately on the street, pro- tected by the perpendicular iron grating which the climate demands instead of window sash. -
 Looking into one of these windows. one could see that the furnishing of the apart ment was Tn Cuban style large rug in the middle of the checkered marble floor, and ten cane arm chairs standing around l. its edge. This Is notable, as it was ru mOred that the gentleman and his niece sGsAt6|s siA Sf the Etaes' e 'Hsi With them Th the appointments of the room were cost ly. and the vases, pictures, and statuettes. which were plentiful, were gems of art.
 ''MOnasteriO says so" remarked the colonel. "and there Is no deceivin0 him in that direction; next to senoritas, stat uettes are his maddest passion. You will know the place by the very large z00eGn" (carriage way through the house). There IS an empty space across the way with a few old foundation stones on 1t, and some acacias-"
 ''You forget" breaks in q slender youth whose gaiter toes turn up marvelously, ''that Senor Justiniani is building direct ly opposite. Certainly Monasterio se- lected the site, and is to be builder as well as designer. It is to be a perfect palace, l am told, Senor Justiniani."
 The suffering don answered only with his shoulders. and the young man under stood that he had spoken overboldlv. The kn Ina plo ATrk Eafn kaN \ 1 reached the street he heard two handsome fellows on the stairway say that the only two who had the privilege of stopping at her drawing room window were Monaste- rio and Simpson, and he knew they meant the SenOr1ta Luisa. ,
 ''Ees a fas'-a voark-a-man-Monaste . rio, !" said Don Joaquin, III one of his brighter moods, to the Englishman. But , the Englishman answered only with a , surly grunt. He had come to lOathe the architect; for MonasteriO in love making was little short of a genius, while he, l though he trudged up and down the Calle ! del ObispO at broad-footed English trot until the very sparro~s knew him, and , though he had Jose to help him, made ; slow progress. When the senorita had :. first landed, Monasterio had followed her in a cab (as Is proper for Cuban admirers : to dol, and had marked her dwelling. The next evening he had passed it on the far 1 ther side of the way; the third evening he :. had stood on the corner and drawn forth |. his handkerchief with coy hirt; on the fourth he had crossed over and bowed.
 He was handsome man. maybe little Z light of frame, but with a clear olive skin, '. bright black eyes, and harmless bOyish- : ness of face that helped to excuse the su- . perabundant locks which his delicate artist fingers kept tossing up.
 It was merely the artist, however. not : the man. whom the ''proud senorito," as ' the neighbors called her, favored with a |. and it was only when he was ! the enthusiastic bearer of some lovely bit ! of Ornamentation intended for the new house that he was certain of a pleasant f evening chat. to the chagrin of score of SS persistent passers by.
 He was, as the don saidy rapid work [ man. No sooner had the site been finally chosen, where the heart of Don Joaquin. like the ashes of Columbus urned in the ' old cathedral, was to have q dwelling |, place. than the crowbars had struck in. and the harmless little gray lizards that lodged In and out among the stones and rubbish to drink the torrid sunshine, and the yellOw-tufted acaciss that had planted their feet so happily in the crannies. were busted from their snug homes without z writ or apology. The old foundations 2 were heaved from their beds, spade and 2 nattock ran six days race, and from the quarries came stones that made the mighty necks of the oxen to trembIe and . their sure feet tO slip, while the EngIish- | man. leaning from Don Joaquin's yosante, said biting things against their cruel mas ters. In ever so short q time the we'll . pleased don saw tbe new foundations fiGly laid; and as the weeks passed in and out, ' and the beautiful structure began to be a reality, he felt, despite the weary mention z Of the Senorita de Grijalva, his spirit somewhat frightened.
 His hear. seemed little by little tO buiId