Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1886-08-26
URUMEA.
TRANSLATED FROM THE SPANISH.


rosy cheeks, Their red lips, their soft
and expressive eyes, their clear fore.
heads, their smooth hair, their tall and
graceful figure, their movements Sc
full of spirit and dignity.
How beautiful are these women OF
Guipuzcoa! Who can resist their en-
chantment; with look, with a smile,
they enchain the will so firmly, and
ensave the heart so proudly.
And among the daughters of Guipuz-
Goa, not the least beautiful or graceful
or charming are the maidens of Don
ostia, ancient Izurun, that, like white
dove, at the foot of green hill is
nestled on the banks of the crystal
Urumea, lulled to sleep by the dreamy
love notes of the Cantabrin sea.
Poor Pedro Lartaun! A few months
ago he was the most jovial, most happy
of young men: few months ago his
face had always a smile, and his checks
were always. rosy; but alas, one day
his blue eyes met the chestnut ones Of
the prettiest maiden of Denostia; a
glance from her sweet eyes struck
deep into his heart; and from that day
poor Pedro became gloomy and silent;
from that day he began to fade away;
the calm fed from his checks, and
peace from his heart
Look at him! He is more like a
specter than man. lie resembles q
corpse that had come from the tomb,
where his sins would not let him rest.
And all this, not because Maria Lodi
did not love him; oh, nO--shc had told
him that thousand times; but Pedro
was 4 poor orphan, without friends,
without future, and the covctous
father of Maria opposed their hap
pincss; and to crown his misery, the
demon of jealousy was tormenting the
tender heart of the youth, The
wretched Pedro had lost all hope; he
had resolved to leave his native land
to fly to the other side of the world, TO
place the big ocean between himself and
the one he loved. The silly boy; did
he imagine that absence from his
country would restore the calm to his
heart! He would have to fly away from
his heart itself, and that was impossl-
BILE Wherever he should 90 he would
carry with him the pam of his misfor-
tune; he might find the smiling plains
of America. and leave behind the
stormy sea, but not the less would he
carry with him the stormy sea of his
own breast.
Poor Pedro. Slowly, as if in spite of
himself, and with useless delays, he
went toward the post where he had to
embark; he went Ike criminal to the
place of his execution. The streets of
the city were deserted and silent; all
the inhabitants had gone to the pier to
say good-by to their relatives and
friends and neighbours who were to sail
across the sea.
''How sad the city is" exclaimed
L
heart. Alas for me. Maria looked on
me with favOring eyes, and even her
father was good to me, l was cheated
into dreams of happiness. | dared to
tell my love, and Maria confessed hers.
Oh, they lie, who say one dies of hap
piness too; for why. did not die then?
What smiling future lay before me at
that moment; it seemed to me as if all
men ought to envy my luck; but what
a little time it lasted! That same day
their arrived from San Sebastian, this
stranger, this hateful Luis Bidarray
The father received him with kind
ness, he covered him with attention,
for his riches had aroused the desires
Of the old man, and felt that he want
cd to marry bis daughter to this Luis.
Yet Maria continued to love me, or at
least she told me so every day; but ut
the same time she treated this foreign
er with favor, she seemed. enchanted
by his devotion, she smiled on him
with sweetness. She was much more
kind to him than to me. jealousy was
killing me-my heart was on fire; |
could not live so; desired to end it at
once for all; asked Machin Lodi for
the hand of his daughter, and he de-
MED ME roundly. Then in a moment
of madness | asked Maria to be marri-
ed secretly; begged her to leave her
home and to follow me to Il strange
country, where nothing could destroy
our happiness; but She said she did not
want to give food to the gossps; that
she never would faltcr in hcr duty; that
she could not disgrace l..r family; that
she would not be my WIc without hcl
fathers consent. Alas, however much
she longed to follow me | could not
wish to drag her from her fathers
hearth, where she is happy and lacks
nothing. ] could not wish to have hel
fake the chances with one so unfor
tunate as |, whose future promises little
but if she loved me truly, would SHE
have given me so cruel an answer?
ITO be sure she cried when | said
was going to America, but ought she t.
.answer with tears? If she loved II,
she would have tried to keep me here
or have promised to remain single unit
/ might make fortune and return t.
my country. The hope of winning he
would have given me strength, and b,
the grace of Jaungo.ka | might sool
have been rich-richcr than this Luis
Then | could have returned to m
country and have filled with gold tn
chests of old Machin, and have carrie
off his daughter, dearer to my eye
than all the treasures of the world
Alas for me! Maria does not love me-
Maria does not love me; she loves thi
Luis Bidarra. These Frenchmen al
gallant, they have a smooth tongue
they repeat the batteries so sweet to
woman, and do moi. wonder that tn
Frenchman has won away the heart (
my Maria -