The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1888-11-29

was going away from her, that sht
would never again lay eyes on hi.
handsome face, was the thought tha
ragged in her to madness.
He will speak to my papa surely
whispered hope. "Most possibly he
knows our habitude, Good! Ny papa
viii say ALI right Then she eHer
getically brought old Don Tomas, hel
father, and the Englishman, tete-a-tett
over their coffee and card table.
! AS for her, she crocheted, counted
| stitches and the beads of her rosary al
once, in awful superstitious despera.
| ton.
The young guest lost nice little
| sum of money to Don Thomas as a
| farewell courtesy; this was the result
of the Donna's .fnesSe, this, and moth.
| ing more.
Coffee cups and saucers and voluble
| Spanish clattered.
| At this juncture servant ran in
with the news that the broncho had
thrown his rider at the gate and killed
| him.
There was a general rush of people
| from the room to the yard; but Mar.
! garita, she remained in her chair, and
by a single imperative motion kept
Jack Johns by her side. They were
| alone at last.
| She threw her crochet needles away,
and threw herself in passionate tears,
wildly, unhesitatingly, on his breast.
| She slid down to his feet with little
hair streaming in the dust. All the
do of la, I'd ~ Oh Cd lyo
wax before the flames.
Take me! l am yours-your peon
your dog-anything. Leave me.
you cannot! My God, see! l die
truly"
On this interesting tableau Chico,
the cook, broke in suddenly asking
for remedies, NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
tives.
First the mad little woman rose up,
perhaps in shame for her abandon
ment; then she sprang at the intruding
Chico, and smote him singing blow
in the face which would have sent the
old man reeling to the floor had he not
been so short and sturdy of legs.
Mr.. Johns recoiled, as if he like
wise had been struck by that small
hand.
Disguised or abashed, I know not
which, he left her without word.
Later Miguel found his cousin rigid
in fainting tit.
She regained consciousness and
breath with one gasped word
'lNatarm
Poor little one" soothed Miguel,
uuheeding her wild talk; che is gone
absolutely, but dry thy tears; l am
left to thee my heart and soul. l am
yet faithful-always-ever = eternal
ly."
Struggling to her feet, she said:
''You lie! You neverloved me wholly,
or else" and broke off, and began a
restless walk like something wild in a
cage.
Holy Mother! look at this my
cousin! Margarita, thou knowst |
live but to look at thy face. Awish, a
word from thee-God of Heaven! it is
done, though | stretch myself dead at
thy feet! No! No! 1t is so! True as
the blessed creed.'
Up and down she walked, rolling
cigarito after cigarito-one puff of
each, then away with it. When
Miguel prayed her to compose herself,
she struck her palms together with a
shrek:
Il am dying for that cold devil
Valgane DioS! he kissed me once and
told me that my eyes had set him
crazy. Hereto! Hagles of lies most
infamous? 1t is II who am loco-de-
nlente - fool! Miguel, swear to me
you love me, so? Listen, them" and
she painted out to him an awful COM
mand.
The poor young Mexican's eyes
dilated in horror For all that has
ous.- He was a Jealous, but not bad
long tortured him cruelty.
The thing he had to do staggered
Miguel.
"Of truth do you mean it, my life
and soul?"
She stamped her foot imperiously,
and pointed to the door, Mother of
Godr' Miguel hid his face in his
hands a moment, and then rose to leave
her.
"Bueno! l CO." said he.
The moon came up. flinging out a
white light, under which the rising
mist hung silvery over hill and brush
and canon.
Jack Johns rode onward thought
fully. He was glad to be going home
soon-back to his mothers knee, in
the halo of her prayers. This world,
he was thinking, had dangerous pitfalls
for young men, and he was not to be
trusted. Why even in this calm soli-
tude, far from the hum and shock of
men, he had almost tripped and been
shorn of his strength like Samson.
But now he could thank God that he
had been delivered from temptation,
had not fallen into evil through the
Turing t9nts tatuus of woman's eyes.
1t was noble brow the moonlight
lay on so pensively.
That boyish face was unmarked by
vice; but few follies as yet checkered
his honest career.
Was it a wolf or prowling leopard
that stirred the silent bushes?
Half drawing a revolver he checked
his horse, and turned his face - to
catch a whistling bullet full in the
fair left temple.
Poor hIgh-born mother across the
sea, She will wait in her repose;
pray and wait all in vain; her son will
nevermore come back to her and Eng
land. 1t was dear price to have to
pay for a little Irritation. If every
man were called to account so. how
rapidly the sphere would be reduced
to bowling wilderness of women!
The silver mist thickened until two
people in a phantom wood could
scarcely see each others face.
1T is done, Margarita." said fate
ful voice, land l fy-fy from myself
and thee, my cousin! Would to God
ii were not so; but that sweet hand
which | cannot kiss is stained too with
blood! All, my beloved, on thy knees
on thy knees morn. noon and night
cast thy self low before Our Lady of
Sorrow"
He rode in tba mist and loft