New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-01-02

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The Enelishmsn unused . moment "'
You will SEQ her!" x.,+
"Well, Jukt Mana" said his irenu, take
/ somewhat more energy, = 1 draG y ont" He
forced q smile. "She's deyvilish 6eautiia,,
Int don't want to see her again-u nnree
the circumstances-at least, not ZOE soI y
time. Still. it wouldn't be just gentlemanly
for q fellow to 90 as far as l have ana tnen
walk off without q word of rhyme OF reaso"'
YOU know. Dye see, JustinianlY
II taga the lettre," said the aon:
"And want you to help me IN 0tnef Wy w., :
to-day, Justiniani, tor l sal! 1or Vei" 0"
by the roysl mail steamer"
The Cuban looked up from the floor, pain
"0h. it's only business" said the English.
man: "besides. l sba'n't be gone OUT sl4
months. Anyhow, old fellow, don't you see
how it will BET Don joaquin and simpson
can't be the old chums they were. now you
and che"
"Neyer YOU mind that" said the English
man. with q nod that the Cuban ought 70
have understood "You Just deliver the
letter that I'll write to-day"
"BOat-a-"
"Oh, Justiniani. be quiet" said the Eng
lishman.
The don ceased.
"Win you help met" asked the English
man.
"Yaz-a"
So all that forenoon the busy alleys OF
Havana saw the vOlante of Don Joaquin.
conspicuous even there for the Opulence OF
it's silver trappings-hurrying from place TO
place: and now the Englishman, and now
the Cuban, with busy countenances, step
ping in an out. The hour OF noon passed,
and the Englishman's letter was not pre-
pared. Then came the regular afternoon
shower, during which the letter was writ
ten; and when the rain had passed away,
the don's flashing volante, with its front
curtain closely drawn, rumbled around the
Plaza de Armas, and entered the Gale del
Obispo.
"You see, Justiniani," said the Briton,
"Tll keep dark in the vOlante, and you'll
Just knock at the zaguau, and send up the
letter. saying that you'll wait for an an
swer."
Don Joaquin only nodded assent. He was
frowning al what he saw ahead through the
small glass window in the curtain of the
volante. His friend looked, and beheld the
agile Monasterio just bowling backward
from the senorita's window, and tripping
away with the air of a happy man.
'Oh, he's bloody fool!' said the English
man.
A moment afterward the volante flourish
ed up to the door, and Don joaquin knock
cd, delivered the hotter, and waited.
The servant who took it, after cOnsid-
cradle absence, returned, and asked him
in. But the servant had made q mistake.
As the door of the drawing-room, stand
ing sjar, was silently pushed open by his
usher, and Don Joaquin stepped from the
pavement OF the zaguan to the threshold.
he saw before him, standing in the centre of
the apartment. the Senorits Luisa. Her
face was turned away: Tho Englishman's
letter had been absently let fall upon the
marble floor: In her hands, in its blue satin
cushion, lay small, costly toy. She seemed
gazing upon it with admiratiOn; and in the
Inconsistencies of her fancied seclusion,
her lovely form had happened upon such
graceful attitude as might well have kindled
q colder eye than that of Don joaquin.
Turning at the sound Of his f0otstep, she
blushed with surprise, and never, to that
moment Of her life. had she looked SO beau
tiful.
Will che 60 away! o Love. O Heaven!
will che stay!
She stays.
"Senorita!" One who has grown haggard
since morning stands close outside the bars.
don Joaquin"
Their hearts leaped together.
For q blissful, all-unmeasured lapse of
moments the low, sweet cadences Of the
iron bare, each voice to each listeners ear
like q long-hearkened-for music coming at
last across the eea from far-off summer
islands.
The Senior De Grijalva'e footsteps came
within hearing. She called him to see 1.-The
old friend OF my girlish days of whom l
have so often spoken; for whom. too. the
beautiful house has been builr, and whose
name you insisted was certainly Christ
lana" And when Monasterio passed the
place two hours later. he was, 10 figure
stabbed to the heart at sight of group of
three within the window that had go long
been to him the gate of Eden. Don Joa-
4uin was saying good night to Senior De
Grijalv and to Senior De Grijalva's sisters
child Her name was not De GrijaEa. She
had never been to France. She had been
in Louisiana all those elk years.
She quickly smiled, but not without GER
tain FAINT sadness, and as che advanced to.
ward him, the wQIe that was upon her lips
escaped unuttered, and her blush deepeped.
For an instant che seemed almost to betray
. look OF alarm. She stopped as the don
started forward, and dropped her glance,
then by an effort looked at him and spoke
De one who NUT.
"senor Justiniani," che tremblipgly said.'
JouA a ouAecCV LAS !cAt IOI NE CQ ADMIRE"
the'fsltering speech broke of its own weak
ness: II owe you, Don Joaauia-I have
owed you-oh! l have served pride for six
years-we have both suffered-my debt"
Her tears brimmed over. She stood close
before him, silent, with downcast eyes, and
oy . little tremulous effort lifted the burden
IT her hands into his.
well, l say, it was, after all. only q
costly toy, the knocker at whose knockin
The beautiful gates of his beautiful home
we're to open; but it was the finest in Cuba
he silver etfigy of the senorita's own hand
a small golden pomegranate.
:. The Justinianis never allowed their dear
simpson to sail for Vera Cruz. But when
he sObbing Monasterio said he must 90 to
to see his wife, they let him de.
Monthly.