The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-12-15

My conpa,lre Don Jose will deliver
to you this letter which Don Regime does
me the favor to write, and in which Twill
tell You what has happened about here.
it's the eyileye, because it is since Don Luz
cas- went away, and she does not eat q
thread of anything and her father Furnishes
her because she does not want to marry
Cayetano. The priest cast out the devils
from her the other day and burned candle
to San Pedro that he might cure her, but
she is still sick. Your maize looks we'll
and Prieta has alittle calf
Receive the good Wishes ofyour conn
padre. SALOME ANTONIO."
On reading this Don Lucus changed
color, so that the woman cried and
said: 81 felt that it was so, senor;s
my heart told me that letter was not
well. Read me the other, senior.
There is so much to be done where /
work that could not come here.
Several days ago wanted to see you,
to ask you to read these letters to
me; sometimes they give me Ave letters,
together and it makes me feel morti-
fed to ask the girls to read them to
me, because you know, senior that
your own family tells you things that
- - :" sobs cut her sentence short.
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The amanuensis arranged his spect-
acles and wiped his mouth. Hisg glance
was anxious and his voice trembling
as he read: tts
Il have not written to you because am
working in the granary ofDon Sabine. and
have not had time to go to the store of the
senior, who gives me news of your daua liter,
but on Thursday some one from there
brought me message saying that she was
growing worse md went ut once. Your
daughter Petra continues to have spasms,
she foams at the mouth, and the priest has
twice exercised the devil, but with all this
che is not relieved and you ought to come
''They say she is in this state because my
compadre Furnishes her q great deal. Not
even a shadow of Don Lucas is to be seen
and that is what ails the girl Il he should
come, perhaps she would get better by see-
ing 1 him: 49,. -. 49, i ~ IL, W.
have eaten some of tho hens but the white
one has been saved because at present she
is laying many eggs, Your compadre
wishes you all happ,pess ; .Sron,o,.
''Ah, senior, it is wrong to have one
OF your family far away, because you
that only God-I. am willing, senior,
that she should marry the school
master, il you think it is best, bat I
am not willing to let her suffer. Tell
me what to do.
The evangelist was livid. He read
and re-read the letters, evokmg the
memory of Petra, his last love, for
she was this woman's daughter. At
this point he was about to say to her:
"Senora, I am the schoolmaster; let
us go to Ixtlahuaca and / will marry
her"
But he knew the alcalde and the
ferocious Cayetano and so he master
ed his emotion, and lighting cigar,
passed to the third letter.
"Ah, dear friend, God give you resigna-
she died "Wednesday. I do not wish to
tell You, but it is better that you should
know it. My compadre has killed the
poor girl, and may God forgive him, Tor he
is very wicked. so
''The maize fields look worse each day,
Prieta is lame and Pinta is lost.
'SALOME ANTONIO.'' .
The sonora was sobbing "Oh, my
daughter, my dear daughter! Holy
Virgin. help me! Daughter! daugh-
Her tears flowed profusely. Con-
vulsive sobs shook her frame.
The evangelist had crossed his arms
upon the portfolio, and hiding his
face upon them, he sobbed despair
ingly:
"Petra! Petrita!"
The sonora fell into a hysterical
spasm, and while all the crowd in the
market gathered around trying to re
lieve her, Don Lucas, with his face
hidden on the table, was sobbing, I'M
controllably. The old matchmaker
touched him on the shoulder, saying:
"What is this, Don Lucas? Men do
not cry"
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Did I not say well that many letters
contain great sorrows, unknown
fraoodioo h1iOhto1 hnnoo on6 ,1p,,up.