The Nevada picayune., 1884-12-04
4 FAIR EURASIAN. "
BY MISS EMMA KIRKLAND.
From the Sunny South.
 CHAPTER I.

housetop, among blooming plants stood it's mistress, looking oui over the calm blue waters and the broad acres of her fathers coffee plantation, spreading far and wide from the shores of the near sea to the foot Of the smoking mountains Under the warmth and glow of a tropic morn the volcanic lands were beauti ful, but they were noI half so fair as their lovely Eura- sian mistress. The gleaming, 2himmcriug, rippling light upon the sea was not half so lovely as that in her dark Eastern eye. The soft, rosy, luminous, shifting clouds of the radiant east possessed not half the charm of the changeful red tide that glove d i'll her soft, warm cheeks and full, ripe, sensitive lips. She Was the daughter of Don Seva and dark brown Indi- an mother. As in her face and fig ure so in her nature, the reined delicacy and pride of long line of Castilian ancestry struggled tol supremacy over the voluptuons warmth of the East; thus was'fOrm ed d rare human creature, strange ly beautiful and of unique charac- ter. No one kuew her, and she did not know herself; eontending passions and principles were so strong th5t there was no diyining which would rale her.
 X man -eyidentIy aa English aan-stood near. gazing upon her as she upon the sea, the fruitful fields, the distant city, the noun tains, the stately ships and lit tie boat that wound in and out with the coast line inteq.ly, with earn e.t pleasure.
 eff 1 mistake Eot,' said he, II cultured tones, "that little boat with it's one occupant is the most interesting object in al this lovely scene
 "Tes, because of it's skillEuI management. See with what easy grace tue boatman plies the oar.'
 "Thc boatmani Do you kaow he is the handsome American who Is speculatins in cofite9 the trader!'
 You have a keener sight than L.
 You have sailed in the little boat so often this sumner that l thought you must know it at that distance.
 .Is it the same onc9 Then it is coming for ne, perhaps.'
 "Pcrhaps! Are you always en- gagged for a sail3"
 "I never make engagements. The trader as you choose to term him, is highly esteemed by my father. He comes often, and l go sailing when ! like. am mistress of my own movements" with an inscIutable smile.
 You must know that 1 am too entirely your slave to question your movements, though some oI them pain me sorely,"
 Your father would see you, said voice in the rear.
 "Autagonism between an En. glishman and an American is hui natural,n she said, ss she pass ed him with heightened color and q smile that he could not in tcrpret.
 She found her father pacing the floor of the wide and cool lariors, royal document in his hands, aud strange lock of mingled anger and pleasure in his face He laid it aside, and putting his hands upon her sh boulder, swepc.nis eyes over her complete loveiness, saying
 "lhe Sultan would see you. He would naAe . gift of you to his favorite prince"
 Every yes jge ut color left heI warm checks.
 "Do not fear" drawing her close to his worshipping heart; you are your own mistress; you must tell me what answer to sepd.n
 "Tell hlm that l will see his prince as l sec my other lovers | and, If l can love him, will share his crown with him"
 He sat down and wrote. bade her read, and then dispatched the letter to the city to be mailed.
 "Tbere is but one father who would do this,p said she, winding her soft arms about his neck.
 "You think sol Then you will trust mo with your feelings towards these lovers of yoursf"