The Osceola times., 1880-06-12

Il wonder if they do show that way?'
SAID Rosa with puzzled face.
"Quien sabel" said Orcto mysteriously,
at the same time handing her the kernel
of pinon nut which he cracked in his
white front teeth.
All this time our stew had been sim
mering, gypsy fashion, over the fire,
keeping friendly and impatient knock
ing at the pot-lid, and was now pro-
nounced done. The stout lady reused
up from her nap, said she was glad the
young Comanche came 10 his senses at
last. and then addressed herself TO the
making of coffee.
Orcto favored the whole picnic. He
cayly insisted on seasoning every dish.
81 will not rum the Ola for Americans
with too much red pepper, he said; "the
mcrest s0upcon, rs the French put it,"
Then he contrlvc6 n nice, cool-looking
salad from some crisp leaves, to me m-
known, and served it with a deflness
and tact that would have graced a cour-
tier. To tell the whole truth, the elegant
Castilian had So much manner il was
rather fatiguing to keep up with him.
Dinner over, he took large silk hand
kerchief and showed how two prisoners
of the lnquisition were once krotted to-
gether with ropes, and allowed their
freedom if they could unite them, trying
the puzzle on the lovers, who of course
struggled violently to be free-I need
hardly add, without success. Had he
experimental on some of the married
couples possibly the result might have
been different. Following this was a
garcarol about strolling on the Prado,
glancing eyes, winged feet and cnyious
wells. at should have castanets in the
chorus; if Senor Brown Will lend me his
hat 1t will answer"
Thus appealed to the photographer
could not choose but offer his brand new
stove-pipe to his guest. who thumped it
vigorously to Senor Browns ANNOYANCE,
who stood looking foolish, bareheaded
in the sunshine. And again | marked
the size and luster of the diamond ring.
The singers voice was a trihe cracked,
but we were not fas,iduous, the ladies
hung on ever word, and when the song
ended the applause was hearty and gen
uine. The blonde artist produced flute
which, luckily for us, had missing Joint,
and insinuated he could be prevailed
upon to sing; but we knew "rhc Raven"
would be his dolcful strain, and upon
the hint no one spoke.
"Now thousand pardons." said Oreto,
"tor consuming your time and courtesy.
| must have a sicstd. without which YOU
know Spanard is lost forever and
day." From under the seat of the buck
boaid he unrollcd "a short cloak and
threw it in Moorish style across his
shoulders, lifted his sOHJrer0, revealing
4 Ln,I 4, r,
in the bluc-black hair, and his face re-
sumed its expression of habitual melan-
choly. As he walked off to the shadow
of great rock the alImnus from Color
ado College, who knows it all, said in a
loud whisper: There goes Don Pom
poso. lie ieel like the Corliss engine
at the centennial.
The old bachelor shot the fedgling a
glance that should have killed him, but
the youth. though poor by nature and
exhausted by cultivation, was wiry and
did not fall asunder. In fact he never
tlinched. My thoughts wandered from
the gay company and the man who had
no respect for "the stranger within the
gates" to the lone exile and the varied
fortunes to which he had limited, and :
said aloud, "Thc Senor Oreto looks like
a man with history"
| dismiss the picnic in the brilliant
periods of the Pharos of the Occident.
The editOr-in-chief. being also an insur-
ance agent naturally dealt in large fig
ures, and gave free rein to his warm,
not TO say irery Imagination: THE pic
mic of last week was an ovent long to be
remembered. The day was beautiful,
nature enchanting, woman divine. Old
Badly lifted his rugged front and showy
crown before us and the river sung its
sweetest cadence. Among distinguished
guests present we name the fascinating
Gonzalez Felipe Oreto, a cosmopolitan
born in old CASTLE, the friend of our ar
tist Jas. Brown. For aesthetic culture,
refinement OF manner and general ele-
gance, the versatile tastilian has few
equals and no superiors. Rumor has it
he will soon lead to the altar fair wild
ow well known to our city, and learn
with extreme pleasure that he has been
prevailed on 10 east in his lot with us
and become citizen of the most dcsir-
able of all the territories"
Some weeks later | sat working a
highly useless lamp mat in my parlor,
which in pleasant Mexican fashion is
divided from Johns office by curtained
doorway. There passed the barred
window a dapper little man, whipping
his boot with a short riding whip as he
went along, whom ! recognized as n
government agent from Los lndios. !
heeded not the hecunversation, easily over
heard, or rather the monalogue which
languishcd, till sudden animation of
voice betrayed the true purpose of the
visitor as he asked, WAS there a fellow
hangin' round here not long ago, call
ing himself Oreto; sort of literary and
sentimental adyenturer, pretending to
be in heavy mourning"
"IeS, he had quite a turn for story
telling and amusing children. The
caballero appears to have fallen on evil
times-a sad face" added John rellec-
| tively; "wouldn't he bad model for
master of RavonswoUd."
Exactly: his face is mighty sad about
| thistimc. Interested friends have taken
secure boarding for him and relieved
| him of his wig and big diamond ring
the property of lady in Tuleago: His
| real name is Gomez, a gambler and muir
| derer from the city of Mexico, lie ran
| off to chihuahua, which soon got too
hot to hold him and his little games,
moved on to Los lndios, where he
PLAYED three card monte once too often
ior even territorial morality and the
noble hidalgo is now smiling his melan-
choly smile behind the grated windows
of the country Jail"
"lle had rather an agreeable man
ner,' said John, with long yawn, but