Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1880-12-16
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meanwhile humming softly to himself a
Spanish love song:

meanwhile humming softly to himself a
Spanish love song:
Je adore para siempre; eI mundo impio.
La sociedad msdrasta que aborezco.
NO pueSlen arrancarte-el amor milo
Toma mi vida tn, 20 te la ofrezco.
''Ah, Manuelita mia,'' he murmurs. lit
is not such plain sailing as thou
wouldst have made me think. this living
on the bill slope A fair place. surely,
and fairer still since thou lowest it and Iiv-
est upon it. Yet, but for that, the open
sea is to my mind more fair, more Tree.
Still how should the little one have known
aught Of revolutions; they are naught TO
her. This land which they call free. and
in which demagogues lash men into a
worse slavery than knights in other lands,
is the only one she has ever known. Per-
haps | too should never have seen its
curses had ] not roamed the seas and Wis
tied other countrias where liberty Is a re-
atty and not name ~
Half an hour later the broad leaves Of
the cactii are pushed aside, and light
step crackles on the pebbles of the stream
let. lnstinctively Antonio grasps his
machet and springs to his feet :acing the
new conner.
..Manuelita - he exclaims, with glad
tone in his voice, dropping the machete
with n ringing sound on the single. and
with both hands ontstreatched and the win
some smile on his lips as he turns toward
her.
The smile fades quickly AZ he sees the
hunted look in the eyes and the set ex-
preston around the mouth OF the girl, but
the arms open wider still and in mo-
ment she is clasped in firm, strong en-
brace to to his breast, where her sobs for
a few moments, are the only sounds heard.
Meanwhile the face of Antonio darkens,
and the steely glitter in his eyes betokens
i'll for those who have brought sorrow to
The door of his love. He can forgive his
wn enemies, but hers-never
Manuelita is one Of the maideDs in whose
veins runs the commingled blood Of the
fiery Indian chieftains, who once owned
and loved the hill slope, and a descend
ant of fair haired Morse kings. Small Of
stature, with an oval face aud large dark
eyes, her browning glory is a wealth of
yellow hair, in which are caught and held
the sun rays. till it is all flecked with gilt
tering gold. Though slightly under me-
dunn height her figure is developed into
the fullness Of womanhood's perfection,
for, as in that land the sun kisses and per-
iects the fruits and flowers, soft does their
women. The loose white waist with its
flowing sleeves outlines the volupiuous
symmetry of her form, and reveals the
firm rounded arms, while the skirts, just
reaching her ankle, show u foot under
which the grasses scarcely bend a she
treads
What brings you here at this time,
ManueIta mine - asks Antonio at length.
ITO escape that william, Don Miguel -
she replies with shudder.
Not Gonzales, surely?'
..iy. Gonzales; he has prosecuted me
for weeks, ever since the craven thought
YOU were safely away on the seas, she
replies. "Oh, Antonio, now you know
why begged you not TO go away from
me again on long voyage told you
he came to see my brother; yes, that was
his pretext Ugh, but even now lean feel
his hateful eyes, black and CLASSY rs "a
snakes. fixedupon me
why did you not tell me this before?''
asks Antonio in a low voice. IL would
have buried my knife in his black heart
ere now" he mutters.
TELL me all about this. Manuclita.
Merciiul Heaven thought only of my
not dream. my darling. that vou too.
were surrounded and tortured by these
iiends. Viii II way TO turn now ! cannot
tell could live for months, if necessary.
out here in the woods. but you. my dar-
ling. you cannot live this way
Il would have told you this before. An
tonic. hut the very thought of it is hateful
to me. 80 hateful that | could not bear to
frame my thoughts into words. nor trouble
YOU when you were hunted and hid in the
woods. To think that |. the promised
wife of an honest. true man. should he
sought rs the mistress. the slave of such
a wretch rs Miguel Gonzales, my very
soul loathes the thought she says. start
ing back and drawing her figure to lis iull
height. her hands clenched and her head
thrown back.
Continued tomorrow.