The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1878-07-18

but it was only the next day that he
stopped on horseback under the window,
having seen her face framed there, and
having ridden up the garden path, as he
told me on her disappearing, to ask her
if "she have not changed her mind" !"
for he never made the least secret of his
suit, and seemed to feel that he had en-.
listed us all as his auxiliaries because he
had rights, and success was but his de-
sert He really rode up that day, though
to display himself and his horse, for he
rode like young centaur; but it seemed
that that was no way to win Chrystie.
She had quite a different ideal--some
little middleaged, grief-worn hero, with
iron-gray hair, perhaps, who had struck
her fancy in q novel, but wonld have
been fearfully uncomfortable in house
keeping; and she consequently regarded
Fenallosa as boy, than which nothing
could have been more maddening to him,
for he regarded himself rather as a
knight of old Spain. 81 have the blue
blood p he cried to me, who happened
on that day to be his confdante. "I
ask her no beggar. 1t is the blue blood
of CASTLE. See |" And I presume we
should have seen, had I not enatched
the penknife whose blade in another
second would have pierced the white
wrist.
"a knight of the Round Table," said
John Allan. "For all his nonsense,
there is something of the Sir Galahad
about him."
When he came again 1 was crossing
the lane myself, and at the gate we saw
Chrystie, sitting on the roof of the ver-
anda in the sun, and reeling some fine
linen thread for her lace work.
With her fair hair and her color, her
work, and the background of the sea be.
hind her, she certainly did look uncanny
and like some lovely witch; all the more
as, just at that moment, her voice began
carolling: "Hark bark the lark I"
sweet and strong as the lark's itself, in
all the ripples of melody running up and
down between heavens gate and the
low nest in the corn field Fenallosa
stopped, and put lis hands over his
eyes. "Alas alas - he cried. $50
young, so beautiful, SO sweet, so wickedl
Gluelastinad ;"
"What do you mean ?" exclaimed.
"Ah you know-you know" he an
swered, in solemnity, turning and re-
leasing the great eyes, "that of all
things the good God do hate, it is
the unthankful heart, and that girl she
has no thank, she have no heart, she is the
ingratitude itself. The great God can
do but hate her-alas hate Chrystie |"
OF course I could only laugh at him;
and so did Chrystie when he repeated it
to her. 81 hope you will never grow
up, you foolish boy, and never learn
English p she cried. "For you will
never be half so amusing again."
"What is amusing p" he an
swered. 'Is it to please you Then l
will not to grow" He glanced up and
down his shapely outlines, and looked
down on her with gay. pleased laugh.
''Indeed, can not, he said. clam the
six feet now. To be more. it would be
absurd, and less Desdichado ;" he
cried, stridipg away; ''she do not care if
be six. and-twenty |" But the idea of
stature of six-and-twenty feet so tick
led HIM that in moment more he was
laughing and beside her again. "Then
should not ask you, I should take
you |" he said, "You learn the Spanish
to-day" he asked, changing his tone to
one of most seducing sweetness; for,
with all her GOODNESS, Miss Chrystie was
not neglecting so good an opportunity of
increasing her vocabulary, and she took
Spanish lessons from all the youths
Fenallosa, Juan, Leon, 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 benuing 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 furtive-
ly lift long stray lock of the yellow
hair and hold it to his lips. One day,
Yong before the corn came again, he
sauntered up the paths with what looked
like tassel of the corn silk in his but
ton-hole again. "What have you there?"
cried Chrystie, suddenly, as he ap-
peared.
81 have my colors," he answered;
'my scarf, my lady's 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?"
ell took it, he answered hum bly,.
"One day-as we read the Spanish"
And he banded it to her, after he had
taken it from the button hole and kissed
it. "Ay de mi :" he cried. "To wor-
ship, to adore, and not to can !"
"And 1 suppose" said the heartless
girl, Z" that you have been parading this
every where, making fool of yourself
and me-"
Making fool /" he cried, clasping
his hands.
eyes, you ridiculous boy. DO you
suppose it is my hair, that curl2 Look
at it. bought it. 1t is some prison
girls, for all know"
"Dios :" cried Fenallosa. "And 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 fancied Miss Chrystie did
little thinking; and we all studied
little Spanish more vigorously with
Juan, who, although of the same age,
was comparatively the staid 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 grammars on the
table, when, during silence, deep.
grave voice sounded: "I should never
to come again, but you do sing the song
SO badly" and we looked up to see Fenal-
losa's head in the window, as he sur
veyed Juan and Chrystie with tremen-
dous displeasgre. Presently he came in.
"What are you going to do on the
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