The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-12-04

a low tone:
mister, III tell We where yez had bet
ter go, straight TO the Sisters hospital.
It's a nice place, it is, an the sisters air
the very vans to take care of sick folks
For We air sick, amt YEP" seeing half
pleased look come into the face OF the
woman.
81 am not WELL" began the young man,
but his mother interrupted him.
80, Paul, to hospital, with an accent
OF dispair as she uttered the last word.
"Shure, an its not like hospital, tho.
Ye niver sees any o. thin rale sick folks,
at all. at all they're kept to themselves.
An the sisters air that good they can't do
enough for We"
After some further consultation ] saw
Tim drive off proudly with the strangers,
his companions not appearing in the least
ruffted at his success. for they all liked
him, notwithstanding his sharp tongue.
was myself an inmate of st. Nincents,
and that evening at the tea-table the sis
ter who acted as waiter introduced ne to
Mrs Cromwell and son. | at once recog-
nlzed them as the couple / had seen few
hours before. That was the beginning OF
my acquaintance with Paul Bromwell.
| saw much of him from that time on,
especially after the departure OF his mother
in November following and he was GER
tainly the most interesting invalid / ever
knew-tall and fine looking, with a man.
ner at once easy and dignifed. His
spirits were unfiagging, and l never heard
him admit that he was tired. We walked
for three hours once, and on reaching
home Paul looked as fresh and stepped as
lightly as when we started; but the mo-
ment he reached his room he sank on his
bed and was unable to leave it for days.
After that understood him better.
The winter passed delightfully."-. 1t was
one OF those charming winters that do not
come every year in Santa Fe, when the
weather is one long Indian summer. Paul
the old chapel, from 1T. Marcy to Colds
museum. In the evening we read and
talked. He told much about himself,
avoiding but one Mbiect-his health. |
found it impossible to learn how long he
had been i'll, whether his disease was
hereditary, or anything about it. He
spoke of his business (the law and talked
eagerly OF going back to it at the close Of
his year in Santa Fe. 1t never seemed to
occur TO him that he might not be we'll
enough to warrant so speedy return.
One day Il think 1t was in May we went
down to Colds to look for some Navajo
blankets which Pauls mother had sent
for. Having found what decidedly
pleased US, we were on our return,
preceded by Pedro, our ten-year-old
companion on such jaunts, whose bust
ness it was TO interpret for us and to
carry home our purchases. | remember
we stopped at the postoffice and on coming
out saw young lady alight from carriage
with letters in her hand. She looked up
and smiled pleasantly as she spoke TO Paul.
She was, judged, about twenty, and Mex
lean, with the olive skin and large dark
eyes peculiar to her race. had never
seen her before, and learned from Paul that
she had but lately returned from school in
Baltimore, and that he had met her at the
last hop at Fl. Marcy. He did not say
much about her then, or indeed at any
subsequent time. l. however, soon dis
covered that he was in love with the
Senorita Rivera, although it was not for
some time that the sequel was revealed to
me.
During the summer he was at the Rivera
home great deal. and consequently saw
less of him than at any time since his
mothers departure. The Sonora Rivera
invited me to dine Or,rlunch frequently, l
suppose on account of my friendship for
Paul; and l shall never forget the Joy that
showed itself in his handsome face on these
occasions, and in TACT at al times when the
Senorita Felipa was present. 1t seemed to
be bliss for him TO sit in the room where
she was. He had no need to tell her OF his
love, / thought; his eyes confessed it con-
stantly. As to her, could not decide. Her
temperament was totally different. She
smiled often-a sweet smile, too, but with
trace of sadness in it that was at loss
to account for. She was really beautiful
girl. There was a sort of magic in her
eyes; and vet there seemed to be nothing
shallow or affected about her. Her glance
was earnest and direct. She was good
talker, and though not what some of my
friends would call advanced" in her
ideas, her education in a conventwas plain
ly to blame.
September came again and Paul made
his preparations for departure. He was
plainly little better than when he came,
but was improving slowly, and only needed
to remain long enough 10 get the full ben
eft of the climate. 1t seems but yesterday
that saw him take down from the ward
robe his clothing, which l carefully slowed
away in his trunk. He did not want me
to do this, l remember, but / persuaded
him that it would take pretty snug pack
ing to put so much in, and that l was an
expert in that line. / shall never forget
the sweetness of his face as he watched
me. All the bubbling Joy had gone out of
it; he looked rebuked and batiied, but
there was an expression of submission and
exquisite tenderness that smote me keenly.
/ knew the cause of the change in gem
eral way. The night before he had come
into my room late; heard him ascend
the stairs and was not startled when he
knocked at my door.
"Well, it is all over. Felipa doesntlove
me. l am going home to work" That
was ali he said, for before could collect my
thoughts sufficiently to answer, he had
closed the door from the outside. | lay
awake far into the night planning what l
should say to him next morning But
when morning came l saw that he did not
intend to speak of the matter again, and
of course l could not introduce the sub
jecr.
After he left | saw the senorita but once.
She was on her way to vespers, and /
thought her smile, as she spoke, was more
melancholy than ever. soon learned
that she and her mother had gone to old
Mexico, on a visit to relatives. Then
came the news of the senora's death.
But Felipa did not return to Santa Fe. 1
frequently walked past the Rivers house,
which looked gloomy enough with its