Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1881-05-12

reC6SSeS, OutSluS lOuS NeIauuah shosohou
beside the house, and here some OF the
dancers walked in couples when the waltz
had made the ball room uncomfortable.
Passing slowly in the moonlight walked the
two, talking earnestly. watched them as
I could without attracting attention, and
her face was a study worth pains to master
Still and white, no expression gave even
a hint of her emotions to the man who
looked as if he would like to tear that fair
body, if by so doing he might gain a
glimpse of the true feelings that wrought
within. They soon entered and joined the
dancers again. While watching their
movements I had not observed that some
new arrivals had come upon the scene.
1T is Senorita Ybarra, from Mexico,
said some one. ''They say that Senior Al
ZONES is bertothed to her. She is very
rich, and has been in California before. y
II wonder what Senorita Labosa will say,
answered another voice. "Ah, yes. She
is cold, but that new conner may sting her
to life. l like women with warmer blood.
could not bear cold climate.
eyes, said the first speaker, II want a
woman with more love in her heart than
Senorita Labosa has; but we will watch and
see how things go. would like to see the
women meet"
knew then that Senorita Labosa and
Senior Aiones were the two l had been
watching. / turned anxious attention to
the new arrivals, and saw woman OF proud,
voluptuous beauty, leaning on the arm OF
man who was assuredly her father, so close
ly did they resemble each other. I saw
Aliones as he caught sight of the pair.
Though his face grew paler, his eyes mar
'rowed to mere line as he talked to his
companion. Senorita Labosa saw them
also, and was evidently asking questions
concerning them Aiones strove to draw
her to remote part of the room but she
seized the arm of passer-by, and renewed
her questions for information. She listened
to explanations that appeared to satisfy her,
for she turned to walk away with her cava-
lier, when her father approached and took
her by the arm. A few moments converse
ton ensued, when she remained with her
father, while Aliones, pale and impatient,
walked by me to Senorita Ybarra, who greet
ed him in manner that seemed to further
annoy him. The senior, her father, was ev-
identity glad to see him, and soon put his
daughter into his care, and entered the
dance with pretty Senorita to whom he was
introduced.
l watched Senorita Labosa as Aliones
walked away from her to the woman who
stood at the other side of the room. der
eyes flashed, and then grew expressionless
again. Quietly she conversed with her
father. AS they talked she broke her fan
by some sudden, careless movement, and
she smiled as she held it up for her father
to see what she had done. During the even
ing she was introduced to the Senorita
Ybarra and her father, conversing with each
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ference. Aliones danced with both ladies',
and saw the three talking together Just
before 1 left the ballroom.
1 slept soundly till noon the next day.
AS passed down the main street of the
town to my favorite walk on the hills be-
yond, 1 was aware of some excitement that
looked out from the few faces I met.
became curious, and questioned an old
Spaniard.
"Ah, Dios!' exclaimed the man, "a fear
full thing, senior, has been done. Senior
Aiones was stabbed last evening by Senior
tia Labosa. He was peirced through the
heart and died as he fell"
And Senorita Labosa?'
Mother of God! she is in prison, silent
as her dead lover. Not word will she say. u
How do you know she killed him?'
''She was found beside him under the
acacia trees, on Antonis street, and when
found the dead and the living, she said: i
killed him, for told him l would. He
lied to me, and deserved to dle!"
DO you know why she killed him." ]
questioned.
"Ah! senior, they say he was betrothed to
the Senorita Ybarra, and that he loved the
Senorita Labosa. He dared not break his
betrothal, so he deceived both women, and
the one that loved him best has killed him. u
1 walked on, listening as walked to the
morning peal of the mission bells, with the
scarce-heard tone of grief below the Joy.
1 saw the red roof glisten in the level sun
light that crept over the hills; heard the
pigeons cooling and huttering on the tiles.
The padre came out, in his long, black
cassocki and broad brimmed hat, and passed
silently down the street. I paused and
looked into the church. The Easter lilies
had not been removed from the vases,
and few tall candles burned coldly
on the altar. I looked at the sus-
pended Christ above the lilies, and wond-
cred if prayer, striking that senseless image,
ever rebounded to the suffering one it typi-
fed. AS passed out it seemed to me that
gliding figure, with unconscious eyes and
pale, smooth cheeks was at my side; and as
tarned from the door another presence.
that cast no shadow on the wall, withdrew
my unseen companion. Suddenly the bells
above my head broke into peal that al
most deafened me. They ceased and then
began tolling solemnly. The padre, whom
knew, came in. They toll for the Seno-
rita Labaso, he said in answer to my ques-
tioning eyes. "She confessed. and then
her heart gave way; she is with her lover
now. Two hearts have sinned, and with
Nature there is no atonement. Son of
Mary, thou alone canst pardon. Aue sane
tissima, plead for those guilty souls"
1 bowed my head while above me tolled
the bell. My heart rose with the padres
in petition for mercy. God is just and
merciful, and at last
ellis completeness flows around our incom-
pleteness,
Round our restlessness, His rest
A G0Od Old Too Stnrv