Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1884-06-04

Sary lOr ner TO know your real name, If
you don't wish it"
ut Is better she should not,o re-
piled in a low voice.
Mot that it would make any differ
ence to Juanita," continued Fernando
hastily "she is too noble-minded for
that, and would never pause to ask her.
self what people would say, as long as
she acted up to her own sense of right.
But 1t might make YOU feel awkward. )"
"But you heard what she said about
Carlos? That shows what her feelings
are on the subject"
Pooh, poOhl You are not Carlos.
Ii you were, why, of course it would
be different |! You are too sensitive by
half.n
mo, thank Heaven, l am not that
unfortunate individual" said. in re-
ply to the first part of nay friends
speech-"at any rate, for the time be-
ing. But who knows what may be my
tate in the future 7"
Don't be fool. Mendoza leave the
future to unravel itself. Good night,
old fellow''-and we shook hands and
separated.
CHAPTER III.
Juanita remained with her brother a
fortnight, then entered on her new du-
ties. We met every evening at Fernan-
dos lodgings, and all went to some
place Of amusement together. Long
before the end of that fortnight 1 be-
gan to dread her approaching departure,
and, when we said goodbye, the whole
world seemed void to me. 1 realized
then how truly and sincerely l loved
Juanita Torrodeas, and believed she
was not quite Indifferent to me. For a
few happy hours gave way to the
sweet delirium; but soon, alas, came
the bitter awakening!
"Fool. fool !" repeated bitterly. as
tossed restlessly on the bed where
had thrown myself without undressing,
the night after her departure. MAD
man that have been to dream for a
moment that she would marry me if
she knew my rarentage! She would
pity me, if l were to tell her but would
shrink from a union with one of my
race. All, that horrible birthright !.
When, and by what dark doom, did it
become OuIS ?"
Myintense sensitiveness even magni-
fed the evil, and caused me to pass
many solitary hours in bemoaning my
hard fate.
And the birthright may be mine
some day - repeated, shuidering for
the hundredth time that night. 81
could not bear it. Every fibre of my
frame revolts against it. Flight, death
anything rather than thatl And l
have dared to think of marriage-mad-
ness, madness J"
When morning dawned, sprang out
of bed in raging fever, and walked up
and down the room for hours. Pres
emily my landlady brought me my
breakfast, cup of chocolate and roll
She looked at me earnestly, evidently
amazed at my manner, and asked if she
could do anything for me.
You can CO." was all the answer l
vOuchsafed to her anxious inquiries ;
you can CO."
She proposed sending for a doctor,
telling me looked i'll and haggard.
pointed to the door, saying
II have all l want; don't disturb me.
| wish to be alone"
The woman made no further remark,
but glanced uneasily at ne as she left
the room. The moment she had crossed
the threshold, I shut the door and
turned the key in the lock.
ITO work, to work." 1 exclaimed ex-
citedly-"to work harder than ever,
that l may not have time to remember,
that 1 may tear her image from my
heart ~
sat down to my desk, snatched up
a pen, and began to write. At that
time / was occupied in compiling a
work entitled "Indian Mutinies and
Massacres 1 tried to fix my mind on
my subject, but In vain. Two figures
stood between me and the paper-Juan-
ita, pale, indignant, with angry averted
eyes and scOrnful gestures, waving me
from her; and by her side my brother,
with demoniac smile upon his coarse
brutalized face, beckoning me on. At
last, by tremendous effort, l m Astered
my mental agony and fixed my atIen-
ton on the page before me. How l
managed to do it l cannot say but l
wrote all that day and far INTO the night,
vouchsafing no answer to the repeated
knocks at my door and my landlady's s
petitions for admittance. Then, as my
trembling fingers could no longer grasp
the pen, some one forcibly entered the
room, making me start from my seat
in agonized fear. believing that they
the phantoms of my brain-were COM
ing to take me-where ?-to whom
why ?-oh, Heaven to replace my bro
ther-to do his work fell backwards
on the floor, and for time reason en-
tirely fed, and delirium reigned.
For many weeks l knew neither where
was nor by whom I was tended-no-
thing. absolutely nothing.
The first thing remember was hear
ing a woman's voice behind my curtain,
a mere whisper; but knew whose
voice it was. A long time passed be-
fore recovered and, during my tedi-
GUS convalescence, Fernando came to
see me every evening. He told me L
had been at deaths door with brain -fe-
yer, and, little by little, l gathered from
him all the details of my illness. My
ravlngs had all turned on one subject
on blood split by me and flowing through
my hands on to the white robe OF juan
ita-whom / believed to be my wife
and on to her child. He said my cries
were appalling when. in my delirium, l
strove to stop the crimson stream, and
strove In vain.
ibid your sister hear this, Fernan-
do ?" asked anxiously.
"Yes."
"That is WELL" I said sit is better
so." Then presently-"What did she
say ?"
"PItled you, as every one who knows
you must"
"Did she leave me when she discov-
cred my secret ?"
mo, surely She wept by your bed
side, and said, Poor fellow, poor fel-
low he is so sensitive and feeling; it
must be hard to bear"
"Did she come to see me afterwards?"
"Yes, as often as she could"
1 saw nothing more of Juanita, who
did not come again after the day re-
gained consciousness. Fernando told
me she was not happy in her situation /;
but he offered no further explanation.
At length my health was completely
re-established, and resumed my usual
occupations. The first time went to