The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-11-24

there for long hours at time, with
eyes Fixed upon the Spanish. coast.
Ahi hnd she only been free. how
swiftly would she not have departed
I'M search of her betrothcd- beyond
the mountains towering between her
and love! But she could not gos
she must support the aged father.
One night cruel rumor came that
Maxine had been killed by the eus-
tom house officers. And in fact
whole year passed without further
news Of him.
Misfortunes never come singfy.
One night the little store took
fire and burned down. No one
knew how the thing happened.
Pascaline and her father were
ruined. Noise Dunez, their neigh
Dor, had With his usual good luck
escaped. His house was not even
scorched. But he did not dare to
approach the pretty Basque any
more, knowing she would say to
him: "You are very kind NJ. Noise,
but / shall waite for Maxine Sara
beyrous. He win come back, / am
sure. But II he should not come
back, shall be faithful to him as
though l were his widow. And am
a good girl resolved to make my own
living" Yes, she was q good, brave
girl, poor Pascaline; especially brave
and good, considering how unhappy
her situation. After her little store
was burned she could not work for
herself anymore, but had to work
for others-much harder than before
and for much less money. Now the
old man had to remain all alone the
whole day. and he was visibly declin-
ing. Two years passed and still no
news of Maxine Sarrabeyrous. Final
~ the misery of the father and daugh-
ter became 50 great that M. Dunes
was seized with pity. Besides he was
more in love than ever, excited by
the very disdain of the beautiful
girl, so fresh and young. He took
courage and approached her once
more.
"Pascaline, do not now propose
to you merely because l can offer
you a fine social position. But you
are certainly killing yourself with
work; and if anything should happen
to you your father would certainly
die of hunger. Maxine is dead Pas
caline. You ought, I think, to marry
me and save your father"
She never answered a word, but
while she cried silently she allowed
the old man to take her hand. So
Noise went to Father Pascal and
told him all. The old man shook
his head and responded slowly:
"Good! good! There are no birds
in the nests of autumn"
But they did not kneel before the
old man, and the old man did not
bless them.
Three days before the wedding day,
just at the moment of the autumn
equinox, the pretty Basque was walk
ing along the lighthouse path near
the grotto, when voice behind her
cried:
"Pascalinel oh, Pascalinel'
Trembling like leaf, she murmur-
ed "Maximel thee, Maxime!" and
like q wounded bird fell into her
lovers arms. 1t was indeed he, still
handsome, though thin and pale.
He pressed her to his breast very,
very tightly.
at is not true-tell me, it is not
true thou wilt marry Noise Dunez?"
1T Is true. If do not marry him
my father will die for want of food.
Why didst thou not come back?"
because the Spaniards captured
me and kept me in prison. But am
now free, and l can work"
"But what will become Of my faith
er should they capture thee AGAIN."
"Speak not of such things, dearest;
let us not discuss them. l love thee"
And he covered her face with kisses
and he drew her gently toward the
grotto and she resisted not; and in the
soft light of the great cave they
talked to each other in low, very
low tones, each pressed to
each others heart in infinite
ecstasy of reciprocal love. But at
last, tearing herself from his arms,
she said:
"'Tis late, latel-let me go now; l
hear midnight striking"
'sNay, tits not midnight-'tis only
fight Of sea gulls whirring by"
A long time afterwrd she said:
"Oh, how the sea roarsl What ii
we should be swallowed upP"
sNayl tits not the sea roaring; tbs
only the chanting of our love"
A long time afterward she said
once more:
"Oh, Maxine, dost not hear how
the wind raves?"
"Nayl tits not the raving of winds,
tits Our Lady of Guadalupe passing
by. The last hours of our life are the
first of our night of love. Thou
shalt never marry the other now.
Lol love, this is our nuptial chamber;
and the wave shall be our vast green
winding sheetI'
And he closed her mouth with kisses
of fire.
They found the twain next day in
terlocked in the embrace of death;
and that grotto is still called La
Chamere d. Amour. The old man is
now quite paralyzed. He begs for
aims beneath the shadow of the
church walls. He seldom speaks, but
from time to time men hear him mutt
tering to himself.
The Implanted Indian