Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-03-21


free Ali he was "A man, that Araqull.
One dav this handsome fellow of %, who
had been loved without loving anyone,
met, at the ronIerIa OF Loyola, on Easter
Monday, pretty girl whom he invited, like
the others, to take turn in the dance with
him. 1t was Pepa Chegaray. A waltz mel
ody turns young peoples heads somewhat,
and the guitarero, at least in my opinion, is
the grand master of love. Neither Juan
nor Pepa was 20 forget this first interview,
this dance in the open air, the music &C,
companying the smiles, and the song, more
Intoxicating than cur cider:
AtmOrning there rises beautiful star
IT'S saIu the most beautiful in the sky,
But on earth, o my love, there is one more
brilliant,
Which has not its equal in the sky.
And TO that one goes my heart
As water runs toward the vale.
Since that Easter Monday, Juan Araquil,
usually so gay, had grown fierce. very
gloomy, speaking little, and old Tlburclo
Chegarav, down there, rarely smiled now.
The imp Love had been passing by.
OH love complete, absolute, rapid as
lightning. There is such a thingi She
drearht of him; he thought of nothing but
her. He was as sad as a garden without
flowers, and love made him as cross-grained
as a snarlirC dog. Why? Because he had
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rich. and particularly because that old
Tiburcio haG told his daughter that never,
never, would he give Pepa to man whose
only fortune was his tennis ball
"But." said Araquil one day to Chegaray,
''Pena loves ne, she told me so.'
"She told me so, too" returned the
father.
"As for me, adore her-I am madly in
love with her. 1 shall kill myself il you
do not give her to ME. What am l to do in
order to get her for nv wiie?"
"What 1 did mvself" concluded the
farmer. "Work, and bring enough into the
family to feed the children. l have not
toiled all my life to throw my money and
nv daughter TO a man who goes from one
romeria to the other. When yeu come and
tell me that YOU have saved up little
property and that you can bring your share
of bread aud salt to table,iyou shall have
Pepa, since she loves you.
"And how much must bring?" asked
Juan.
1.-TWO thousand douros."
That is 10, 600 francs of your money.
1.-Two THOUSAND dourosp' said Araquil,
very pale. "W here am l to find that?"
81 found itsin the soil, answered the
farmer. "Sarch 90
And Tibuy eIo was not one of those who.
having spok Ken, take back their word, no !!
Araquil had nothing to DO but to kill him
self, as he threatened the old man he would
do, or tS dig in order to get the money to-
gethenF Pepa, good girl. would not disobev
her Father; but, being very much in love
wit Athe handsome fellow, she resigned her
se{to wait until Juan had earned the por-
i'm exacted of him. Only, in their furtive
encounters, or their interviews in the old
mans presence, she did not conceal from
Araquil that she entertained for him one OF
those feelings which bind two beings to-
gether until the last sacrament And she
had even sworn to him, sworn on her dead
mothers massbook, that she would never be-
long to another if she could not belong to
him. Such a vow, made bv a creature beau
tiful as a star in the sky, is we'll calculated
10 make bold man take courage. Juan said
10 himself: "Well yes, yes. 1 will get the
1000 douros do not know how L shall get
them, but will get them 90
And the projects he revolved in his mind,
the way he worked He almost broke his
head against the wall of the tennis court at
Saint Sebastian, one day when, by a single
point, he lost game played against the
champion of Tolosa. The bets were large.
A beginning of fortune, and by one point
one single point-Araqull was beaten, and
the men OF Hermann with him! He tore his
hair, he struck his forehead, he was mad
with anger
And he must have them, those 1000
douros, and Pepa had said to him:
Either life with YOU, or with no one, Ara
quill. But I shall obey my father as long ss
he lives, and respect his will when he is
dead
He had even reached the point, poor Juan,
of thinking of some great journey. They
told him that far away, at La Plata, in
America, emigrant Basques sometimes made
Tba5r {n-rn efe - Il, Al
tennis players of our country can pick up
pesetas in handfuls at Buenos Ayres. The
pretty house which you see on the way back
to Saint Sebastian, on the right, belongs to
a young fellow o. Hermann, who earned
money in that way, in the south of the New
World. If the idea OF leaving Pepa, of not
seeing her any more, even at a distance, at
mass or at vespers, at the bull fights, even
at her window, when he passed by the farm,
had not got into Araquil's head, he would
,inly have gone. Yes, gone And then,
tr;Inper, gold-fnder, at venture. he would
have sought, since the old man said to him:
Search"
He would have done better than to re-
main.
1u the meantime the war, the last war, set
fre-there is 10 other word-to this country,
and what 1 told you happened before Bilbao.
So, 10 turn to it, General Garrido, desperate.
sees this tall adventurous fellow place him
self before him, and hears him tell his story
in a couple OF words; and while the old
soldier OF Morocco, beaten by the Carlists,
frowns, Juan Araquil adds:
'If Zucarraga's life is worth fortune as
you say, General, will have itr'
'Zucarraga's life is worth more than
fortune" answered Garrido. "It is worth
the existence OF thousands of nv poor chill
oren. Zucarraga is resistance, he is the kew
TO Bilbao, mis- existence means continual
slaughter he is eYerYthlngl have no Or
ders 10 give you, you are not soldier. But
If you do what you say remind me of what
have said!''
"GOodp' returned Juan. Until soon.
Generalr'
Old Gsrrido shrugged his shoulders. and.
for moment, he wondered if this man was
not spy.
Araquil, for his part, thought of one thing
only: Zucarraga's life was worth a fortuuel
And this fortune, he only desired because 1t
would give him Pepa. He left Hermann.
and nothing more was heard of him for sew
eral days. The General said:
81 did business with madman."
And, wishing to surprise Zucarraga, he
made arrangements tor a night attack
During this time Araquil was prowling
around the Carlist intrenchments, his knife
in his pocket, the knife which he could in
case of need throw like ball or stick into a
target at a distance; he waited, sleeping any,
where in the open air until he could ap-
proach Iucarraga, and rid old Garrido of
the Carlist chiet. What was the existence
of this commander of partisans to him? War
with cannon, war with the knife. il is al
ways war. One has a right to kill when one
sacrifices ones lie. Araquil reasoned thus
with himself and watched his onnortun;.r