The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1879-11-12

the air, and Anita bounds on the stage
with the grace and beauty of-Anita
alone For there is nothing to which /
can compare her, save her glorious self.
Rather above the medium height,
slender, but not thin. A face that at
tracts and repels.
An olive skin, clear md colorlesa,
long, black, almOnd-shaped eyes, a deli
icatH, patficiah nose, with fnely-curyed,
sensitive nostrils, lips always a bright
crimson, the upper short and curved
; like the old Greek goddesses, hair black
as night with a purple bloom in its
meshes. ~sa
You could believe her capable of
ascending the scaffold to the headsman'a
block, with firm, unfinching step, and
smile on her mouth, to save one she
loved, and you could fancy her driving
the steel of her poniard home to the
heart of that same loved one should he
prove faithless.
AS yet Anita had no lovers. Admirers
by the score. But when they began to
speak of love she curled her lips scorn-
fully, and answered them in words to
match her scornfui smile IF that did
not repel them she opened her almond
| eyes tuH upon them, and in few words
gave them to understand beyond all
doubt that there was no hope, that she
did not wish to marry, And they skunk
away, wondering how it was that Anita.
| who was so bright and quick in all else.
could be so dull In affairs Of the heart, !
Marriage indeedl But none had the |
temerlty TO undeceiye her.
Her mother had been dead 4 wear. and |
| little over, when oui story opens. /
| Bright, beautiful Rosa Camacho. She |
| had not the bigh-bred, patrician air of |
| Anita, but she was a thousand times
more beautiful A fairer skin, a rounded !
| dimpled form, and head of dusky gold, |
| over which all Spain went mad
She was danseHse, like Anita, and it
was whispered there was a rumor-
Bah! who that has beauty escapes
SANDER? And Rosa was very beautiful,
and danseuse.
Anita's father died when she was an
infant, so she was told, and the death of
her mother left her quite alone. To her.
her mother was an angel, and her death
left Anita desolate.
Anita comes before them tonight. her
beautiful limbs barred to the Knees, a
short silken skirt of red, a black velvet
bodice, narrow comb at the back of her
dusky head, face vail thrown in true
Spanish fashion over it, one red rose at
her breast. She bends low, and smiles
brightly to their applause, and then her
1.-the form sways gently, gracefully, to
the rhythm of the orchestra.
When the dance is finished, she is
deafened with applause, she is showered
with bouquets of beautiful flowers. She
stoops to gather them, when from {
private box on her right, bouquet all
of roses, red roses, her favOrites, is tossed
to her, striking her lightly on her breast
as it falls.
She raises her eyes and meets the
earnest gaze of the donor fair-haired,
blue-eyed Englishman.
Anita gathers them all hastily, and [
retires, trembling in every limb. 8
The curtain falls, the orchestra plays, t
the people talk of her, for a moment. {
What gracel What beauty They
never observed until tonight just how
beautiful Anita is; she is always so Y
coIorIess. But tonight, when she s.
gathered her flowers, she was almost as V
lovely as poor Rosa, her mother, And
it was all owing to the bright dash of
crimson that came to her cheeks. Why b
does she not rouge2 Being danseuse,
she could do that sort of thing and be v
none the worse. What does it matter
what danseuse does? And then the p
conversation drifts to the play, or 0
little bit of scandal
And Anital She is pale enough now, a
trembling still, and with an angry CLEAN y
in her black eyes.
"Is she in her dotage, that a pair of :,
blue eyes should call the blood to her v
checks like that%' - -
she rises hastily, strips off the gaudy d
skirt and its belongings, and presently d
smergcs from her dressing-room, tall, -
slender figure, all in somber black. Il
/ As she crosses the stage at the back, II
her manager speaks to her. 81
"One moment, please, allow me: Lord II
Erskine, let me present you to Anita h
Camancho." o,
And the donor of the roses bows low
before her:
Three months later. The voice of "a
Mrs. GrlIndy, or rather Mr. Grundy al
land, by the way, why Mrs. Grundy
hould always gain credit for all the
mart, bitter things that are said, cam b;
lot imagine. l can assure you I 90
through life with my ears wide open,
md Mr. Grundy Ellis me more ill-natured lie
|
lOes madam, his spouse, in year.
First Speaker. = There goes Lord
2rskines turnout. Bang up, isn't it?
! nd Anita with him as usual By Jovel
hat girl played her cards well. She
new her value, and still held aloof.
The resultP'
Second iSpeaker.-"Aw, there can be
ut one, you know. Erskine would e
4hs,Ir - he rr4, Il M
be CamanchO is too sensible to expect
!, I should say"
First Speaker.-"I think you make
slight mistake there, old fellow. And
Erskine makes the same-well, heaven
elp him. For Anita has a sleeping
evil in her that should not care to
rouse"
Second Speaker. that's just it.
s you say, old boy, she has sleeping
evil in her eye; and on one occasion
hen I attempted to pass my arm play
lily around her waist, I, aw, thought
IN remarkably wide-awake. Doocid co
1surd for a danseuse, you know. What tn
} you say to gamapf billiards2 And OF
icy pass on. vi
A faintecho from Mrs. Grundy. an
" Why had no idea Anita danced to- tn
gnt, CT assure YOU my ueaH AIS. "
lallow, / should not have come. OF ST.
,urse when they all praised her rprudence Co
i'd all that sort of thing, never be- co
sved word of it. But one must be OF
nused. However, the creature has
united this affair so shamelessly in our grr'
ees, driving and dining in public, OF
ID all that you know, that really ia
III! let US go elsewhere"
Behind the scenes. =" say, Mordannt,
hose coupe is that at the door, and for - !