The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-09-11

And presume we should have seen. had
not snatched 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 some
thing of the Sir Galahad about him."
When he came again | was crossing the
lane myself, and at the gaze we saw Chrystie
sitting on the roof of the veranda in the sun,
and Keeling some fine linen threads 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 carroll
ing: "Harkl barkl the larkp' sweet and
strong as the larks 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 his hands
over his eyes. "Alasl alasl' he cried, ESQ
young, so beautiful, so sweet, so wicked
Quelastinal"
What do you mean?' I exclaimed
"Ahl you know-you know"-he answer
ed, in solemnity, turning and releasing the
great eyes, that of all the things the good
God do hate, it is the untbankful heart, and
that girl she have no thank, she have no
heart, she is the ingratitude itself. The great
God can do but hate her-alasl hate Chrys
tiein
Of course 1 could only laugh at him, and
so did ChIystie when he repeated it to her.
II hope you will never grow up, you fool
ish boy, and never learn EDglish" she
cried, for you will never be half so amusing
again
what is that-'amusingp he answered
lis it to please you? Then will not grow"
He glanced up and down his shapely out
lines, and looked down on her with gay,
pleased laugh. Indeed can not" he said
fho Siv Tt, hor y "A
be absurd, and less-Desdichado he cried,
striding away, ''she do not care if be six
and twenty!' But the idea of a stature of
six and twenty feet so tickled him that in a
moment more he was laughing aud beside
her again. Then should not ask you.
should take youl" 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 neg
lecting so good an opportunity of increasing
her vocabulary, and she took Spanish les
sons from all the youths-Fenallosa, Juan,
Leon, Garcia, the first that came to book;
and the lacework and Keeling laid aside, the
pretty sight was to be seen of that fair head
and that dark head 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 long
stray lock OF the yellow hair and hold it to
his lips. One day, long before the corn came
again, he sauntered up the path with what
looked like tassel of corn silk in his button
hole again. What have you there?' cried
Chrystie, suddenly, as he appeared.
II have my colors," he answered; my
scarf, my lady's favor
"Giye it 10 me-" she cried in something
like one of his own furies "Give it to me,
or will never speak to you sgainl How
did you come by It?''
IL took it." he answered humbly.
zone dsy-as we read the Spanish" and he
handed it to her, after he had taken it from
his button hole and kissed it. lay de mil"
he cried. TO worship, to adore and not to
carei'
'And 1 suppose" said the heartless girl,
that you have been parading this every
where-makiDg fool of yourself and me"
Making fool" he cried. clasping his
hands
Eyes, you ridiculous boy. Do you sup
pose 1t is my hair, that curl? Look at it.
bought it. 1t is some prison girls, for all
know"
''Diosl" cried Fenallosa. "And you did
wear it?''
The disgust on his face quite outshone the
wrath on hers, and it was a fortnight before
he came near her again. In that fortnight l
fancied Miss Chrystie did little thinking;
and we all studied little Spanish more Wig.
orously with Juan, who, although of the
same age, was comparatively the staid guard
ian of the others.
Chrystie had been singing Spanish song
with the guitar, Juan correcting her, ana
the rest of US were bending over the diction-
airy and grammars on the table, when, dur
ing a silence, a deep grave voice sounded:
II should never come again, but you do sing
the song so badly" and we looked up to see
Fenallosa's head in the window, as he sur
veyed Juan and Chrystie with tremendous
displeasure. Presently he came in.
What are you going to do on the Fourth,
Fenallosa2' asked John Allan, as he brought
in box of Roman candles from the express
wagon.
'.What is it that the custom of the country
is to do?" asked Fenallosa, for he had ar
rived last year just after that day.
''Oh, burn powder"
"And blow toothOrns."
"And set towns ablaze with fire crackers
And make every one wish there was no
such thing as liberty"
Powder! horDsl 1t is sacrilege. Wish
for no liberty? You deserve not the day. It
should be in the church, professions, flow
ers, with prayers, with thanks. Powder,
horns. fire crackers-detestable"
But the fireworks beautiful, Fenal-
losa," said Chrystie. when John sends up
the rockets after dark from the roof, and
showers of colored stars fall into the sea that
showers of colored stars rise out of the deep
to meet-ohl that is beautiful"
THAT is beautiful said Fenallosa, all at
once in a radiant humor. 81 shall see to it.
And will play your Yankee Tootle on the
toot horns; you Ill: ..!.ill give me the Instruc-
hon?' And so Chrystie played him the de-
sired tune, he standing beside her and add
ing to her guitar strain according fourishes
on the piano at is a quickster, your ma
tional tune. Your fast people do keep the
time. But it suits not the guitar. One
night, Chrystie, you shall lean from the bal
cony with me and to hear the band down on
the plaza play the soft music-very differ
ent music-and the seas rolling other music
in the harbor, mountain tops and south stars
over US"
81 do wish, FeDallosa," .murmured
Chrystie, as he bent his ear to listen, that
if you will make love to me, you wouldn't
make it before all the world"
What care for the world?' be cried.
The universe is nothing then If you but to
listenr And he turned about and caught
my hand and kissed it in passion of de-
light, since he dared not kiss Chrystie's, and
he knew John Allan would not mind; for
he saw here his first good omen.
1t was on the afternoon of the Fourth it
self that FeuallOsa aDpeared before us in