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

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changing. As Fenallosa came in, in his
dark array, with the shining new black
hat in his hand, they glanced at each
other quickly, but banged away, till,
having made'his compliments to the rest
he wheeled on them, and with one of his
| gestures, which even Leon and Garcia
never thought of disobeying, brushed
them from their seats. and adjusted him
self in their place. "They profane," he
said looking up at me.
used to think that nobody ever play
ed exactly like Aim, so nobody ever look
| ed exactly like Fenallosa. Playing
seemed to be as natural to him as breath
! ing, as naturalas it is to any
fish to wave his fms in the water, and the
keys always sang under his hands. Even
| Chrystie listened when Fenallosa played
| ''They conquered the wild creatures with
the music in the old day. said he to ne,
1 as leaned on the instrument. ST shall
yet conquest Of her, indicating Chrystie
with his head. And there was conscious
power about him as the great chords
rolled out.
"Ah, Fenallosa,'' cried Chrystie once
when he leased her, "why cant you al
was be the man that you are when you
are playing, and not the boy that
"Chrystie," he said. quietly, "why can
you to be the woman Of dignity that
does to tell me my fault, and not the
girl 1 see when l pass the window,
dancing along with her arms above her
head and all her silver bangales ringing
like the Almee's bells2 Eth? But the
beautiful arms? The fair head
sThere you 60 againw cried Chrys-
| tie
To-day, as Fenallosa played, there was
something very grand and solemn in his
thoughts; one might fancy that he was
up among tie purple slopes and silvery
peaks Of the hills at home with the work
of death. By degrees, though, more and
more sweetness stole into the measures.
with ali sorts of hesitating turns and
melancholy cadences; he had forgotten
himself and his boyishess in the music.
But when at length he paused, it was to
see Chrystie's eyes swimming in tears,
and all the boy was uppcrmost again.
"She is ice, but melt her!" he cried; and
Immediately he began playing, with a
total oblivion of dead uncles and living
coffee estates, all sorts Of gay dance tunes
and the airs OF sweet love songs, ending
with medley OF national airs framed in
a fanfaronde Of trumpet calls, drum beats,
shrill cornet strains, for Fenallosa was a
master Of music Then suddenly he
arose, bowed to every body, and darted
for the hall and his hat found the hat
gone, and it its place the light straw ruin
that Garcia had left.
You should have seen the transport Of
rage into which Fenallosa fell, and heard
the anathemas on the luckless head of his
compatriots, the adjurations that thew
should want hats all their lives and have
no heads to put them on, while the hat
went spinning to the ceiling, came down
and was trampled under foot till there
was nothing left of it. GA nice prospect
for a wife! said I, at his elbow. ga
pretty husband, you'll" He turned, laugh
| ing in an instant, his white teeth glisten.
ing and his face full of color.
why she not to pacify me9" he cried
And if course we all laughed with him
tor the greater part of the time Fenalloss
was as good as a play.
But there was no help for it; Fenalloss
now would not stir out of the house til
night 'slt is indecorous,' he said. 81
am not to mock the memory of my uncle
Here | stay?" And he was as good as his
word, taking tea with us, and conducting
himself with the most charming dignity
evidently in sense Of the honor due The
day.
After dark, when we had sat for 6
while on the veranda overhanging the
sea, watching the great stars rise from
the water, brother John and John Allen
went up to the roof with the fireworks
and Fenallosa followed; an increase Of
two or three other youths, Emily's lovers
and Sues, presently taking place, with
the inevitable Spanish lads dying to play
some fresh prank on FenalIosa But
Fenallosa shortly returned to us, and he
and Chrystie leaned over the rail together
to watch the colored lights in the waves
breaking on the cliff below, and singing
some refrain halt under the breath to
gether. Just as we were in the midst oi
the Bengal lights, I heard feet on the
roof OF the veranda overhead, titterino
and te-heeing, and directly down came
long pole with a huge bunch of fire.
crackers on the end, suffering and fz.
zing and flaring, and exploding straigh1
In the faces of Fenallosa and Christie
shedding sparks everywhere about US
and in another moment there was blaze
a shrek, and Chrystie's muslins were all
atiame.
There was one scream from every
mouth: ooh, she will burn to death p to1
the summer parlors had neither rug mol
curtain, and there was nothing to smother
the blaze. But before the words were
well uttered a sheet of fire went hurting
through the air. sFear not!o cried
Fenallosa, II to die!' And we saw thai
he had caught her in his arms and had
leaped into the sea.
"Hurry! hurry!' 1 shrieked. sHe
can't swim Oh, you have killed them
both!' But while was exclaimlng, a
dozen long legs were scrambling down to
the beech. the boats were out, and before
long-for he had come to the top again,
and although he could not swim he could
keep ahoat-Fenallosa and Chrystie
were pulled in, safe and alive, but both
of them badly scorched, and what was
left of Chrystie's muslins one black and
gripping rag. But we wrapped her in
the cloak with which I had run down,
and by the next evening her injuries
| were not annarant eycept for tha rpaok