The Sunday morning news., 1891-12-27

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ILc-si. held 70 mo the open sheet,
witli -intling eyes and glowing cheeks:
',Th.es months! | don't need three min
utes: L wouldn't change in three centu-
ries. am SO glad to be freel" she cried,
sobbing and laughing at the same mo-
ment. He has worried me so-a poor
little thing ike mel"
Tho next morning started on my re-
turn to Boston.
EARLY in October q servant handed me
card bearing the name Francisco AL
vala. l had ceased to think of the boy,
not having heard word from him; but
here he was. looking very manly, brown
ed with the sea and sun, and beautiful as
Endymion when Diana stopped to kiss
him and all the green leaves in the white
noonshine We're tremulous with SYM
pathy.
After the first greeting he asked, "How
is Miss st. Clair? and when did you see
see her lasts"
told him OF my recent visit.
''She is not married them"
son the contrary, she is free. The
engagement with Mr.. Denham has been
broken"
"What did tell you? Did 1 not say
it would be IT, in & burst of triumph.
AS a good Boston woman l am cha
grined to record that Bunker Hill and
all the local lions, which was at some
pains to impress on his memory, did not
prove SO attractive as the earliest west
ern train. a
Why make long story of what every
one foresees? In the course of the eu-
tumn and winter the count made flying
visits to Washington, Philadelphia, New
Orleans, and evea San Francisco, but it
was noticeable that the way to all these
places lay through Detroit. He spoke
English narvelousiy well now, and go
won upon the hearts OF dr. and Mrs. st.
CLAIR that on the 23d OF April, being his
.wenty-hrst birthday, the marriage OF
the Conde de Alvala and Helen st. Clair
was duly celebrated. could not leave
my school to be present at the wedding,
but the young couple came to Boston
to take leave of me before sailing for Eu.
rope. They were radiant with happi-
ness. and | could hardly tell which
loved best, my boy or my girl: but If the
Italian had been there to ask if ever
saw more beautiful couple, l should
have answered no with great emphasis.
l will copy Helen's first letter in order
to prove that cllateau en- Espagne is
not always castle in the air.:
"ALvALA. near Toledo,
'June 20. 1879.
DEAR NINE FLEMING-You have
heard from mother of our voyage and
safe arrival. We are now at home.
francisco and l. if can ever learn to
feel at home in such grand place.
where can hardly find my way round.
1t is like one of the old palaces at Rome,
the Borghese or Colonna, that we used
to admire SO much, with vast halls open.
ing into one another, hangings of tapes
try and Cordovan leather, marble stat
ues and oil paintings--family, portraits
by Titan and Velasquez, one Or two Mu-
rillos and---but | cannot wrise cata-
logue. You must come to see us and the
pictures. / am not sure which you will
like the best. Francisco is5fvery good to
me, and so are all his friends. . His sis
ter and her husband were here to well
come us.
''One of the first things we did was to
go down the rose tree walk, along the
banks of the Tagus, for more than a
mile-white and delicate pink and deep
red roses blossoming above our heads
and dropping their petals at our feet all
the way. Francisco said he would make
nv life like that walk among the roses,
L,,+ tlot la
cannot tell.
"There is the old cathedral, with q
wonderful head of st. Francis and a
whole forest of columns; and when you
come we will bribe the sacristan not to
lock you in, as they did at st. Roch. l
; shall never be Roman Catholic, but I
go to mass sometimes, for there is no
Protestant service here, and one cannot
be quite heather where everybody is SO
devout. What dislike most is to have
chaplain in the house, walking about
in his black petticoat, but of course l
never say word to Francisco.
'By and by we are going to our house
in Madrid. Our house in Madridl does
not that sound y&ry strange? 1t all seems
so unreal that am afraid of waking up
and finding it a dream.
''Do, dear Nine. Fleming, give up
shaving in that old school and come and
live with Francisco and me. He says
he wishes you would, and it would make
everything seem more real il had you
here. Think of it, now. You will, won't
you? As ever, your dear child,
''HELEN ALvALA."
This true story suggests a little sermon
in two heads: 1st. To all possible and
probable lovers: 1t was not the counts
rank or wealth, but the fervor and con-
stancy of ideal love and his whole souled,
exclusive devotion, that won the heart of
the American girl ed. To all sensible
American parents: Do not permit your
pretty young daughters to make tour
in Europe unless you are willing to leave
them there.
KNIGHTS OF MALTA.
A ,,nJ,lip ,,,estinu will he held ONO