The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1878-08-04

shape ana nue., put Ine isst ol Cne
face was an unbroken d prone tint
and the teeth which II ade bis
laugh. the whole face breaking
into dimples, dazzling. II Chrystie
were not in love with him, the rest
of us barely escaped 1t, John Allan
| in the number. OF course as soon ae
The danger Of the duel was over, Chrys-
tie took occasion to quarrel with Fenal-
losa's attentions, and to tell him to
visit us no more il he could not cease
annoying her. We, expected him to
take her at her word; but 1t WAS only
back under the window, having seen
her face framed there, and having rid
den up the garden path, as he told me
on her disappearing, to ask her II ''she
had not changed her mind" for he
never made the least secret Of his suit,
and seemed to feel that he had enlisted
us all as his auxiliaries because he had
rights, and success was but his desert.
He really rode up that day, though to
display himself and his horse, for he
rode like a centaur; but It seemed that
had quite different ideal-some little
middle-aged, grief-worn hero, with
iron-gray hair, perhaps, who had struck
| her fancy In q novel, but would 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. II have the blue
bloodl" he cried to me, who happened
on that pay to be his confidante. 81
ask her no beggar. 1t Is the blue blood
Of CASTLE. Seel" And 7 presume we
should have seen, had I not snatched
the penknife whose blade in another
second would have pierced the white
wrist.
ga knight of the Round Table," said
John Allan. ''For all his nonsense,
there ie something of the Sir Galahad
about him."
When he came again 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 behind
her, she certainly did look uncanny and
like some lovely witch all the more az,
| just at that moment, her voice began
carolling: clark! bark! the Iark 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. Fenal-
losa stopped, and put bis hands over bis
eyes. ''Alas! alas!" he cried. $50
young, so beautiful, 80 sweet, SO wicked
| Quetastinldl
"What do you mean?" T exclaimed.
"Ahl you kuow-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 Chrystiel"
OF course could only laugh at him
and so did Chrystie when he repeated it
to her. II hope you will never grow
English!" she cried For you will
never be half so amusing again.
"What is that-samusing q" he an
swered. 'Is it to please you? Then 7
will not to grow" He glanced up and
down his shapely outlines, and looked
down on her with q gay, pleased laugh.
Indeed, I cannot" he said. ST am the
six feet now. To be more it would be
absurd, and less - Desdichado" he
cried, striding away; "she do not care
If be six-and. twenty" But the idea
Of q stature Of six-and-twenty feet 50
tickled him that in q moment more he
was laughing and beside her again.
"Then I should not ask you, I should
take you!" he said. 'You learn the
Spanish today" he asked, changing
his tone to one Of the 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 les
sons from all the youths-Fenallosa
Juan, Leon, Garcia, the first that came
to book; and then, the laceWork and
Keeling laid aside, the pretty sight was
DARK one bending over the page, Fenal-
losa'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 saunter-
ed up the paths with what looked like
tassel Of the corn silk in his button-hole
again. "What have you there ?" cried |
Chrystie, suddenly. as he appeared.
Il have my, colors," he. answered;
'my scarf, my lady's favor"
''Give it to mel" she cried, in some
thing like one Of his own furies. "Give
it to me, or will never speak with you
againl How did you come by it ?"
TT took it," he answered humbly.
Zone day-as we read the Spanish.
And he handed it to her, after he had
taken it from the button hole and kissed
it. "Ay de mil" he cried. ''To worship,
to adore, and not to can"
s'And I suppose" said the heartless
girl, "that you have been parading this
everywhere, making fool of yourself
and me-
Making fooll' he cried, clasping his
hands.
"Yes. Won ridiculous how. Do Won
suppose it Is my hair, that curl? Look
at it. / bought it. It is some prison
girls, for all I know"
''Dios ~ cried Fenallosa. "And you
did wear it 2"
The disgust on his face quite out
shone the wrath on hers, and it was a
fortnight before he came near her again.
In that fortnight fancied Miss Chrys-
tie did a little thinking; and we all
studied q little Spanish more vigorous
ly with Juan, who, although of the same
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