Omaha daily bee., 1889-04-22

ing OF the smile across her rosy lips
but heightening the warm amber OF her
cheeks. Her arms, bare and slender as
n child's Of ten, emerged from the folds
OF a spangled muslin covering her
breast, basket of roses, moss buds and
violets hung from her shoulders, pair
OF castanets from her wrists, while her
tiny little dancing feet were cased in
Moorish slippers.
In truth an intoxicating vision OF this
land which came to seek. A subtle
voluptuousncss seemed to emanate from
her entire person, and the last rays OF
the sun famed with every movement of
her lissome body upon the brass-work OF
basque drum jingling at her hip.
Yes, Catalina" repeated de Ville-
Well dine together, the three Of us.
Does it suit you?' addressing me.
Perfectly; though I've still to find a
shelter for the night, you know-I've
only arrived"
$50 much the better. Our inns be-
low there upon the cliffs in sight of the
water--that tall house standing by
itself some three hundred feet from the
beach. We like, you see, to keep our
eyes upon our vessel. Well dine in the
sale with the other officers, and doubt
less other specimens OF the feminine
flora of Santander. AS for wine. its ex
cellent: splendid Here's, strong as fire;
goes to the head like brandy. But
come, march on, double quick" Slip
ping his arm about the waist Of the
pretty flower girl and whirling her
away, 1.-THE sooner we arrive the bet
ter
The day was receiving the last adieux
OF the yellow sun; the waves level at
the horizon, nearer the strand heaved
with heavy motion; the east wind
from the water brought with it strong
saline odor, ana Catalina ran before us
seeking to catch in her scarf the butter
fles that the falling shadows chased
from the orange trees TO the ocean. 1
watched her little, then | spoke.
rs she.' | demanded, indicating
with n gesture the child ahead OF u.s."
lis she, that pretty little one" ana
again hesitated, seeking for suitable
word. But Gerard understood me.
NO" he answered, ''she is only a
flower girl OF the quays, able to exist
as the others, upon an orange, u ciga-
rette and piece of black bread. This
one, however, loves only those who
please her, and there are many others
like her, this giver OF roses, upon the
ietties OF Spain. a change from Paris,
is it not? A new lover there every 500
yards. AS for Catilina, pay her court
upon, you are-but VOLTA! the inn; we
are here"
The aubergiste, seated upon the door
step, napkin in hand, rose to greet us,
but at the moment of crossing the sill
Gerard de Villebreuse stopped short
and struck his hand to his brow; his
face darkened, the smile had gone from
| his lips. regarded him amazed.
"My friend," said he, addressing me
after moments thought, my friend,
you will, know, pardon me, but in the
surprise of your arrival forgot that l
should not and that l shall not be able
to further divert myself this evening.
| 1t is day of regret to mean ami
| versary, the hours of which are sacred.
| In word it is day for day the one
| when lost my mother three years ago.
l have in my cabin relics of that dear
and honored woman. 1 leave you to in
close myself there alone with her men,
| Dry. Your hand till the morrow-I'll
wake you early-and now," turning to
the inn-keeper, "a chamber for mon
| Sieur."
GA chamber-no. Nj. Lieutenant. l
regret it, but there are none; thcy are
filed, all of them"
'Filled! no chambers!" repeated Ger
| ard in preoccupied tone, his thoughts
| clearly wandering: 'no chambers. ah ,
well, no matter; here's my key; take it,
| and welcome; the beds good one;
| you'll sleep soundly."
His eyes were clouded, his gaze dis
trait; he shook my hand a second time,
| nodded to Catalina, and hurriedly