Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1893-05-27

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there caballero dashed up and down to
show his hursemauship and the silver
and embroidered silk of his saddle Sill
yer. too, were his Jingiiny spurs. the
eagles on his soinbrero. the buttons on
his colored silken Jacket. Horses. with
out exception handsomely trapped. were
tethered everywhere paving the ground
or nibbling the grass The girls wore
white or lowered silk or muslin gowns
and rehosoS about their heads. Tie
brown ugly duenas. ever at their sides.
were foils they would gladly have dis
pensed with The tinllle OF the guitar
never ceased and the sweet voices Of the
girls and the rich voices of the men broke
forth with the joyous spontaneity of the
birds songs about them
Chonita wore white silk gown, re-
member. flowered with blle-large blue
lilies The reboso matched the gown.
AS soon as we arrived-we were little
late-she was surrounded by cahalleros
who hardly knew whether to like her or
not but who adhered to the knowledge
that she was Chonita Iturbi y Moncada.
the most famous beauty of the south.
"Diosi but thou art beautiful. mur-
INJURED one his dreamy eyes dwelling on
her shining hair
'Gracias senior" She whispered it
as bashfully as the maidens to whom he
was accustomed. her eyes fixed upon
rose she held.
wilt thou not stay with us here in
Monterrey
She raised her eyes slowly--he could
not but feel the eiiort-gave him one be-
wilde11ug glance half appealing, half
protesting then dropped them suddenly.
Wilt thou stay with me-" painted the
cabalero
Aye. senior. thou must not speak like
that. Some one viii hear theei'
Il care not! God of my life! care
not! Wilt thou marry me?'
Thou must not speak to me of mar
riage. sen0r. Itistomy father thou mnst
speak. Would /. IL Californian maiden.
betroth myself without his knowledge"
"Holy heaven! will! But give me one
word that thou lowest me-one word!'
She lifted her chin saucily and turned
to another caballero. who, doubt not,
proposed also. Estenega. who had
watched her, laughed.
She acts the part to perfection" he
said to me Either natural or acquired
coquetry has more to do with saving her
from the solitary plane of the intellec-
tua woman than her beauty or her
fathers wealth am Inclined to think
that it is acquired. do not believe that
she is couuette at heart any more than
that she is the marble doomswoman she
fondly believes herself"
"You viii tell her that" exclaimed
angrily. land she viii end by loving You
because you understand her. All women
want to be understood. Why don't you.
go to Paris againy You have not been
there Tor long time"
Not deening this suggestion worthy
of answer, he LETT me and walked to
Chonita. who was glaucing over the top
Of her fan into the ardent eyes Of third
cabailero.
You win step on bunch of notifies
in IA moment" he said practically.
"Your slippers are very thin; you had
And he dexterously separated her from
the other men. win you walk to that
opening over there with me? ! want to
show you better view of Monterey"
His manner had not touch Of gallan-
try. and she was tired of the cabalieros,
"Very well" she said Twill look at
the view"
AS she followed him she noted that he
led her where the bushes We're thinnest
and kicked the stones from her path
She also remarked the nervous energy Of
his thin figure. 1T comes from his love
of the Americans" she thought angIily
He must even walk like them. The
Americans! And she brought her
teeth together with sharp click.
He turned smiling. "You look very
disappearing" he said. What have
doneY'
you look like an American. You
even wear their clothes, and they are the
color of smoke. and You wear no lace
How cold and uninteresting scene
would this be if all tho men were dressed
rs you are,"
1--WE cannot all be made for decorative
purposes, and you are as unlike those
girls in all but your dress as ] am unlike
the men. Iwill not incur your wrath
by saying that you are American, but
you are modern Our lovely COM
patriots were the same three hundred
years ago. win Dona California be
pleased to observe that whale spouting
in the bay? There is the tree beneath
which Junipero Sierra said his first mass
in this part of the country. What a
sanctimonious old fraud he must have
been if he looked anything like his pic
lures! Did you ever see bay bluer than
that. or sand wili6er. or a more porfect
se,nicircle of hills than this. or u more