Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-06-24

into fairy web, there came over me
Il 'od-tide Of feeling that made me, James
Mcdonald, man whose hair WAS streaked
with gray, and whose brain was filed with
calculations, start from my seat and rest
lessly pace the court yard.
Occasionally there came f)stlng from
q neighooring house notes Of music, and
l could hear st intervals the clspping Of
hands that announced the beginning of 8
dance. Yes, the sleepy town WIS gay TO-
night The journeying soldiers and "Los
Americanos" had brought an element Of
life, and the merry makers were improV-
ing the fl letting hours.
For once my rank annoyed me. could
not be with these and keep my caste. yet,
Andres was there, and so, too, was Char
lie Shaw, my handsome chain carrier.
for he holly told me that day
he should be there, and now,
yes, at this very moment, he
might be drinking in her msddenlng
beauty as together they whirled in the
giddy waltz. What msttered II tome; he
could not talk with her? IkneW the Wig
liant duenns would see to that, Eyes
could lock into eyes, and hsnd clasp
hand as they ghded through the Wsitzes
CT the dance.
Charlie Shaw was OF Saxon type, clesr
blue eyes and fair hair th2. lay in soft
rings on his broad white forehead, with
manly massive frame, snd hands and feet
that were elmcst Womanly. He was the
lie OF the camp, and the ad0ration OF
womer; gay, careless snd fearless; alike
uumindtul Of danger and fatigue, who
could help admirine the boy?
9, ~
ions, or perhaps more properly, l had
been Mentor and he docile Telemschus.
We had shared the same tent, sand each
il his turn had been nurse in time OF
sickness.
Shsrp words h.d to-d:y passed be-
tween us. He had resented what he said
was an unwarrsnted interference on my
part, and had retorted more bitterly
no doubt than 1 should have
dona. Why did the mad boy
taunt me with memory? could have
borne anything more patiently.
"Have you forgotten Alice Stuart?"
he said mockinglY.
"My love-" said, twas at lesst honest
love" He turned sway as if to check &
rising storm, yet showing .himself scorn'
fully defiant.
A little scene the night before had given
rise to this unseemly quarrel. l had been
sitting in the shadow enjoying my even
ng cigar, and "Don Carlos" the name
the Mexican gave him seems SO sppro
pirate, was walking back and forth in the
moonlight, occasionally leaning in grace
full attitudes agsinst stone column,
smoking q cigarette most norchalantIy
Something impressed me that his actions
were not upstudied and almost uEc0n-
sciously found myself Playing the spy.
His attention seemed t. be fixed upon the
window where Andrea had so often sat
CrochetiDg. Soon I saw small white
object come futtering to the ground /;
then he EgsiE began his round and finally,
S. he thought unobserved stopped and
picked it up.
More eyes than mine were watching;
heard 8 Kissing sound as If E serpent
Was nesr Snd turning quickly saw move
ment Ct our Interpreter, Antonio, who
feigned to be adjusting his blanket
This morning hld questioned Charlie
as to what the night scene mesnt; he did
not deign to make an explanation, and We
had parted in anger.
The day had passed YEARLY. I missed
my young friends gay oadinsge, bu. more
missed from his face the frank express
STOP, the fearless glance that had eyer
shown there was nothing to conceal.
AL day he had been specially busy
scrupulously avoiding me, so thst 1t was
nearly dusk before l could find an oppor-
tunity to speak to him. AS we started
home ] linked my arm In his and said;