Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1880-04-02

/ for Americans with two much rcd pepper,
| he said "the merest s1UpcOR, as the Froncl
| put it." Then he contrived nice, cool
looking salad from some crisp leaves, to M,
unknown, and served it with deftness anC
tact that would have graced courtier. TC
| tell the whole TRUTH the elegant Castilian haC
so much manner it was rather fatiguing tC
keep up with him.
Dinner over he took large silk handker
chief and showed how two prisoners Of the
| Inquisition were once knotted together will
ropes, and allowed their freedom if they
could unite them, trying the puzzle on the
lovers, who Of course struggled violently tc
be free, Il need hardly add without success.
Had he experimental on sonN of the married
couples possibly the result might have been
! different. Following this was a gay barcarole
about strolling on the Prado, glancing eyes,
winged feet and enyious wells. ut should
have castancts in the chorus if Sehor Brown
will lend me his hat it will answer"
Thus appealed to the photographer could
not choose hut offer his brand new stove.
pipe to his guest, who thumped it vigorously,
greatly to Sehor Browns annoyance, who
stood looking foolish, bareheaded in the sun
shine. And again ! marked the size and lus-
tire of the diamond ring.
The singers voice was trins cracked, but
we were not fastidious, the Indies hung on
every word, and when the song ended the APP
plause was hearty and genuine. The blonde
artist produced flute which luckily for us
had Il missing joint, and insinuated he could
be prevailed upon TO sing but we knew
The Raven would be his doleful strain and
upon the hint no one spoke.
Now a thousand pardons," said Oreto.
for consuming your time and courtesy.
must have "a @estd, without which you know
n Spauiard is lost forever and a day. "
From under the seat of the blackboard he un-
rolled a short cloak and threw it in Moorish
style upon his shoulders, lifted his somJycro,
revealing a nolly turned head with dashes Of
gray in the bue-black hair. and his face re-
bumed its expression Of habitual melancholy
As he walked of to tire shadow of a great
rock the alumnus from Colorado college. who
knows it all, said in loud whisper, There
goe7 Don PompoSo. He feels ike the Cor
liss engine at the Centennial "
The old bachelor shot the n-dglinga glance
that should have killed him, but the youth,
though poor by nature and exhausted by cul-
tiya'iou, was wiry aud did not fall asunder.
In fact he never fiuch.d Ny thoughts
wandered from the gay company and the
man who had 10 respcc; for ''the stranger
within the gates, to this lone exile and the
varied fortunes at which he had limited, and
| said aloud, The S nor Orcto looks like
man who has a history"
And be has
dismiss the picnic in the brilliant periods
OF the Pharos Of the Occdeut. The editor
IN. chief, being also nm insurance agent, nat
urally dealt in large figures aud gave free
rein to his warm, not to say fiery imagina-
tion The picnic Of last week was an event
long to be rememh' rcd. The day was beau
tiful, nature enchanting, woman divine. Old
Badly lifted his rugged front and snowy
crown before u, and the river sung its sweet
est cadence. Among distinguished guests
present we name the fascinating Gonzalez
Felipe Orcto, a cosmopolitan born in old Cas-
tile, the friend OF our artist James Brown.
For ~-thctic culture, refinement of manner
and general elegance the versatile Castilian
has few equals aud no superiors Rumor has
it that he will soon lead to the altar u fair
widow well known to our city. and We learn
with extreme pleasure that he has been pre-
vailed on to cast in his lot with us and be-
come "A citizen Of the most desirable of all the
territories
Some weeks later l sat working highly
useless lamp mat in my parlor which in
pleasant Nexiclu fashion is divided from
Johns office hy q curtained doorway. There
passed the barred window dapper little
man, whipping his boot with short riding
whip rs he went along, whom | recognized
a. u EpFtIlill' Ut agent from Los lnulON. 1
needed not the conversation, easily over
heard. or rather the monologue which Ian
glished, till a sudden animation of voice be-
trayed the true purpose Of the visitor as he
asked, Was there fellow hangn' round
here not long ago, calling himself Oroto; a
sort of literary and sentimental alyenturer,
pretending to bo in heavy mourning;"
"Ie,, hc had quite turn for story telling
and amusing children. The cdbdiltrO APP
pears 10 have fallen on evil t.mes-a sad
face added John refectively wouldn't be
n bad model for the Master of Ravenswood"
Exactly; his face is mighty sad about
this time. Interested friends have taken Sc
cure boarding for him and relieved him of
his wig and big diamond ring-the property
of lady in Tuloago. His real name is Go
mez, IA gambler and murderer from the city
of Mexico. He ran off to Chihuahua which
soon got too hot to hold him and his little
games moved on to Los Indios, where he
played three card monte once too ofteu for
even territorial morality, and the noble
hiddlgo is now smiling his melancholy smile
behind the grated windows of the county
Jail"
He had rather an agreeable manner"
said John, with long yawn, but I never
took much stock in the man"
Then put on my bonnet and slipped out
for a walk.-G COmpaHg