Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-08-04

six-and-twentyr' But the idea of stat
ure of six-and-twenty feet so tickled him
that in a moment more he was laughing
and beside her again. "Then | should
not ask you, should take you!" he said.
1You learn the Spanish to-aay?' he ask
ed, changing his tone TO one of most
seducing sweetness; for, with all her
GOODNESS, Miss Chrystie was not neglect
ing SO good an opportunity of increasing
her vocabulary, and she took Spanish
lessons from all the youths -Fenallosa,
Juan, Leoa, Garcia, the first that came
to book: and then, the lace-work and
reeling laid aside, the pretty sight was
to be seen of that fair head and that dark
one bending over the page, Fenallosa's
great eyes rising, every now and then, to
dwell on her, while, if he thought no
one saw, he would furtively lift stray
lock of the yellow hair and holI it to his
lips One day, long before the corn
came again, he sauntered up the paths
with what looked like tassel of the corn
silk in his Dutton-hole again. 6 What
have you there?" cried Chrystie, sudden
ly, as he appeared.
II have my colc1s,' he answered:
"my scarf, my ladys favor"
"Give it to me!' she cried, in some
thing like one of his own furies. "Give
it to me. or will never speak With YOU
again. How did you come by it?''
CT took it," he answered humbly
"One day-as we read the Spanish y
And he handed it to her, after he had
taken it from the button-hole and kissed
it. sag de MIR he cried. ''1o worship
to adore, and not to CAM"
"And | suppose" said the heartless
girl. "that you have been parading this
every where, making fool of yourself
and me-
Making fooln' he cried, clasping his
hands.
Eyes, you ridiculous boy. Do you
suppose it is my hair, that curl? Look at
it. I bought it. 1t is some prison girls
for all know"
"Dios" cried Fenallosa. 'sAnd you
did wear it?'
The disgust on his face quite outshone
the wrath on hers, and it was fortnight
before he came near her again. In that
fortnight I fancicd Miss Chrystie did a
little thinking; and we all studied q
little Spanish more vigorously with Juan
who, although of the same age, was com
paratively the said guardian of the
others.
Chrystie had been singing Spanish
song with the guitar, Juan correcting her
and the rest of us were bending over the
dictionary and grammers on the table
when. during silence, a deep, grave
voice sounded: II should never to come
again, but you do sing the song 50 bad
ly;;" and we looked up to see Fenallosa's
head in the window, as he surveyed Juan
and Chrystie with tremendous displeas
ure. Presently he came in.
''What are you going to do on the
Fourth, Fenallosa?" asked John Allen
as he brought the box of Roman candles
from the express wagon.
"What is that the custom of the
country is to do?" asked Fenallosa, fol-
he had arrived last year just after thai
day.
ooh, burn POWDER
"And blow toot-horns''
'And set towns ablaze with fire
crackers
"And make every one wish there were
no such thing as liberty"
"Powder! horns! 1t is sacrilege
Wish for no liberty! You deserve no
the day. 1t should be in the church
professions, flowers, with prayers, witt
thanks. Powder, horns, fre-crackers- :
detestable!"
''But the fireworks are beautiful
Fenallosa," said Chrystie. ',When Johr
sends up the rockets after dark from the
roof, and showers of colored stars fall into
the sea that showers of coIored stars rise
out OF the deeps to meet-oh! that is
beautifully
"That is beautifuli" said Fenallosa, al
at once in radiant humor. 81 shall tt
see it. And I will play your Yankee
Tootle on the toot-horns; you will give
the instruction." And so Chrvstie PLAYED
him the desired tune, he standing beside
her and adding to her guitar strain &C.
cordlng flourlshes on the piano. ''It is
quickstep, your national tune. YOU
fast people do keep the time. But il
suits not the guitar. One night Chrystie
you shall lean from the balcony with me
and to hear the band down in the plazs
play the soft music-very different music
and the seas rolling other music in the
harbor, mountain tops and south stars
over us"
81 do wish, FenalIosa," murmurec
Chrystie, as he bent his head to listen
''thatif you will make love to me, vol
wouldn't make it before all the world. ;
"What care fer the world?n he cried
''The universe is nothing then if YOU but
to listen!" And he turned about and
caught my hand and kissed it in pas
sion of delight, since he dared not kiss
Chrystie's, and he know John Allan
would not MIND; for he saw here his first
good omen.
it was on the afternoon of the Fourth
itself that Fenallosa appeared before us
in deep mourning, clad in the blackes1
habiliments Of woe from top to toe. ]
confess l thought it was part of his
lovc-making, and, that he was only test.
flying to the condition of his emotions, OF
else that some revolution had turned ur
in South America that he was contrast
ing with our happy day of Independence
But it was quite otherwise. The news
had just come of the loss of a great-un-
Gle, whom he had never seen, but who
had left him silver mine in the noun
tains, troop Of slaves, al coffee planta-
ton, and few other trifes. 81 shall GO