Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1886-07-24

amend that the occasion requires, and the fact
But The history of Anatoiae" 1 pursue;
viii viii Won do me the grace to resume from my
| The American was young" he proceeds,
after the usual complimentary disclaimer; "he
| had perhaps 25 years, while the maiden had
rememoer; SO gay and frank. 30 brave and
friendly; No wouder Anatolia deeply loved
| Tor his own land, pledged to return In three
months Tor the marriage. But he came back no
| "He was dead declare, in defense OF my
| countryrnan's honor. From Sinaloa to the
north the way Is long and periioasnshe saw
| lies, now only q handful of whitening bones on
| some remote j0Tnodd."
| Pardon" the Mexican answers. regretfully
l enough, I'VE had word of him once, years after.
| well know that, for ii was in my fathers
| house there died an American traveller VINO
| knew the other well. He had his friends pic
lure and, TO our inquiries, told US how this
coInpa:rIot then lived in la CALIFORNIA, well and
| prosperous No doubt he remembered not the
broken heart behind him. There was no doubt
! IL was the man. His name? An, senorita. our
Southern tongues are ill-strung for your appel
! latlons. And then you know our mode OF Don
| FuIario and Don AIguno. His Christian name
Was Ricardo"
1t appears, indeed, there Is little hope of trac-
ing lost IN an after 80 years, by the not rare
name oi Richard. 1t is a good, strong name,
but not uncommon. l know. myself, perhaps
hall - score sO-called. Don AsenciOn's dark,
| mobile face tails from The look OF half hopeful
expectation.
lie 10 DEAD by now, perhaps. Heaven send
| IL may be so. Better death than viainy and
dishonor, aud tine world Is better for the death
| or such offenders
| His creed is a stern one, but can We call it
wrong?
i Il must dnd Anatolia," says Don Asencion
iii Is not hitting she should live you nave told
wealth. This woman in former days smOothed
not her own hair; and nova pensIoner OF ner
mutation of misery may come from the inhu-
mainly OF one poor mortal! With your per-
mission, viii return To speak with you again"
But IT is a Iruitiess report that he brings TO
NE later.
she will not come! She will not have my
Seofe ike her. Nv VIE Marceiina is s sin
ioense. Think you she would not take this
poor wanderer to her heart? We would make
now, Tor her comfort. would take her by the
train 10 Paso del Norte, and thence in my
Trend Olivlas Carriage to my home"
Ills grief and disappointment are intense.
Poor Anatuilas friends are of strong attach
ment. Not every such tie will bear tine strain
OF Tine OF absence, OF selfish bonds and loves.
Anatolia comes to me usual the next morn
ing, soon af.er Don Aseucion's long pack-Ira.n
mas climbed the steep grade Oh The southern
road and while am still musing on this new
lnS, ance of The faithlessness and abuse OF hos
pitaiity that have given the Mexican race sore
cause for hatred and distrusL Anatolia is a
shade more than ever quiet; her eloquent ewes
tell OF u melancholy she would no, eX press. She
makes no references to the occurrence OF the day
before, but consider farther re Llcence unwlse,
and l tell her at once how know uer sad
| NANCE. Then Tor the first time The barrier Of
reserve breaks down.
"He is not degd!' she cries. HE was not
| false. All these long years have been right TO
| trust him. l will tell You how it ws.s-I could
not explain To ASenciOn Gaetan 1t was not for
ME To discover my orother's treachsry to one
VINO knew him. Since the day that Ricardo
lett Us, have never doubted him-never You
know how iondly and how bnndly woman
Will believe in the truth of the man she es,
with every odd against her-in tnat way be-
iIeNed. Even wneD, rs you have heard,
learned that naUs nt had beIallen him, some
timing deep down In my soul would let me think
no evil OI tue man whose clear and honest eyes
had ever looked In mine without q WAIVER. w nen
Pablo. that Is, my brother, last year went down
the coast TO keep the NOche Buena, the BIRTH
day oI our LOru, after our uuseeIniy fashion,
with some OF his companions, TO me caine
Pstz, his wife, with OF papers that she
would nave me read. She was Jealous soul,
and she could not read. Pablo had married her,
rich, and, as had sometimes Thought, because
oI her very ignorance. PaZ had d suspicion that
Pablo Was in correspondence with woman out
~ Cres and she brought these papers to me, 10
nuu what they Were, WI th Tile tale that babio'S
lawyer mad sent 10 ask tor certain records Her
cunning betrayed her husband. There were
the letters, oiu and yeiiowed, from my long-aU-
sent lover. replying 10 those of Pablo. Ay DlOs!
my thrice unhappy brother had written 10 ue-
nounce Inc. L was disloyai, he said, and deceit
iul. ! bad hated Americans ever. / had played
affection, a mock and by word; and the day he
went away l had elopeu with the handsome
rdquero, Juan CASTILLO He might have spared
me thaI 10 mate with An Ignorant souiiess
herder! ~
She draws her slight form up in grand dis
di,in, tins meek and naughty woman who had
not Scrupleu To DO humDie service. But AL the
iIuperiOus pride OF hidaigo blood boiIs in her
veins at thought OF u low union.
But the c,iuse?' say, "what reason? One
does not stoop 10 base, ignoble deeds wantonIy,
without motive"
''Oh," says Anatolia with unconcern, 1.-THE
home rancho would have been mine at my
marriage
And now it is your brothers? You left it to
him.
II came away-but yes, Copld 7 remain
Knowing what shame he had said OF me? To
wed with u vaquero! 1 came here. To the I,atra
Oh my Lover, to nud him II l miSnt, to die ms
own land il missed nim. But il Is f.r-the
distances are great Knew Marciul was here;
father, and he mas given me SUCH home as he
"fou should at least have staid to procure
money. You had right 10 that"
"Inat money whose greed was the cause Of
my misfortune? Better To starve! could but
md Ricardo-wnat need, what care for
money!
ALI my practical disapproval, all my worldly
wisdom, covers back, aUashed by this unQnes-
tloaIhg, unwavering faith i'll her lovers con-
| stancy, this simple confluence In his unselhsh
STERLING patience. TINS Is The grandest human
trait have ever known-it is subiime-tne
;tpotheosls of the doctrine that man in the
Image OF his Maker
Marchial Pacheco comes to me the following
day, with his swart, weather-beaten lace anx-
| ioGs and troubled. donna AnatOlia Is very
| Ill" he says; II am Iooi-a INSERT q brute
beast. Not TO know-not 70 see Why she grew
SiCheF. d uOWeT tu8t never iett
the wind. 10 live like u.s. u share our hardships!
| eVen-Jesus mtO.-even To work! And there she
| lies on the floor, but patient like Holy Mary!
while the RAIN oil lpS on her head, and the cough
tears her heart till her lips are wet with bLoodI'
go homer. cry, go home, and wrap her in
| all your Blankets. Pile Oh the cedar logs till
/ Inc uOOr Is dry as bone! Keep her alive few
| hours more, and she shall come to us,
our house Is large, but yet not adequate to the
family need; and so the room we hastily lit up
| Is in a house across the way, all dry and warm
with quaint Mexican chimney in the corner
| and thick adobe walls, proof against all wind.
We lnprOvise bright draperies, and all that
| MAY give cheer, and the patient, feeble woman
shortly lies there, ner eyes iuli OF grateful rs
protesting against our trouble i'll her behalf
| There is no doubt the change adds unspe ak ably
Ia her comfort. But, alas, she does not rally.
\ All that We can say, all that we do. We do
and say: but Anatolia fails and fades before our
| eyes. one or another is with her always lest
she pass away alone, as q spark expires
| Chan comes nome one evening after coach
| time with an eager look on his young face.
| "A letter from DIR. Soule," he says, cycling the
| here believe he could cure AnatOiia." Our he.
lief a. family in the skill Oi old physician
| Is supreme.
| HE coming" announce, reading the
| misslve; but DR.. SOuie can work no miracles:
| he cannot save Anatolia. Perhaps ne may give
| her relief
| DIR. Soule is only a day behind his letter. We
make him very welcome. He is u grand old
| man, with leonine head and a heart of gold
| III the world he is known eXcelliIg In his
profession oil unQuestiOned integrity and purity
| vi life, but withaI somewhat stern, and the
| terror OF evil doors. For me he Is simply tine
| truest and the tenderest OF men. He loves me-
too. Tor the sake OF the dear dead daughters
| VINO were my dearest friends. 1t is thus that
| have come 10 know how desOate and hollow is