Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1893-02-10
SUSANA.

their shoulders; the newsboys were shout
ing with discordant voices. What ANNA
honl How brilliant the electric light
Everything denoted hurry and work, even
the hiss of escaping steam from the engine
about to move
How tediousl An interminable hour be-
fore the train would arrive Tired of walk
ing l leaned against q post and by the
blush rays of the electric light read, for the
twentieth time, this paragraph Of letter:
] shall arrive Thursday. Come to the station
70 meet me. II is possible that my cousin Su-
lama may come with me 10 spend the 10th OF
eeptember. am anxious to see you. Your
TREND, MIoUxL
Miguel My friend, my conhdant, my
brotheri All, the sweetness Of friendship
To pass away the time l walked away
hon the station toward the fields. seated
myself on a pee Of ties, and with my chin
resting on my hand pensively watched the
aarkening landscape The grove was
blur. l do not know what there was In the
outlines of the distant houses, in the watch
mans lantern, shining In the shadow like
Ared eye, or in the distant glimmer Of
kghted window almost lost to sight, that
should depress and sadden me. What
tnghtful shapes the clouds seemed to take,
hcaped in their immensely, outlined In sin
lister forms by the lightning advancing
like q somber army of monsters, the mon
yters of the tempest Not one pale starl
The wind, the cold, the darkness, memory,
perhaps presentiment, something inspired
me with an unspeakable, bitter sadness ON
that cold, wintry night
The pastl Ny native land Behind those
ilhouetted mountains, still beyond the
valley, far away, were my people-that Is
10 say, childhood, youth, family, my heart,
5usanal On thinking of her the sad
thoughts fled-the sadness, heavy, over
whelming, threatening as those storm
clouds, gave place TO the rosy tints of hope.
Again | seemed to see blue mountains
hooded with sunlight, their peaks encircled
by a violet haze the morning mist floating
IN the valley; the billowy maize field; the
grove thick and dark, beside the road; the
white cottages in the distant landscape.
Ny peoplel My susanna She, the only one
who ever distracted my attention during
mass; she who sang with me in the moon
light on the balcony; she who hung on my
arm during our walks; she who made me
love to think of the future!
The pencil of memory was drawing with
lndelible lines two pictures which | can
never forget-my first and my last inter
view with her alone.
The first meeting was when the twilight
was fading, the country was asleep, the
milpas undulating like the sea, the pueblo
quiet, until the frogs in the neighboring
marshes began to intone their monotonous
and melancholy serenade,
Trembling at every sound, was waiting
behind maguey for the promised signal
I started at the rustling Of a withered leaf
blown by the wind.
When saw light | was to approach it,
initiate the whistle Of bird, wait till l
heard slight cough, and then The
mud walls of the adobe remained dark, and
| was afraid. OF the solitudeS OF the
night No; of the senorita's father. Chose
seniors are always brutal and unfeeling)
Comfort A light shines, and approach
tremulous and cowardly. My mouth IL
dry and can scarcely whistle.
GUAM
''Susanan
Come up carefully"
NY energies fail me. have fallen twice;
but at last here am, with my pantaloons
torn and muddy, astride the adobe wall.
do not move"
mo: am coming down. Tie Corzo so
that he will not bite me-"
He knows you already. Take him,
Corzoi You see, he wags his tail"
my darling, here am. Where are you
goingy"
"Here-this way, to the arbor. No one is
there-c0me."
Moving softly on tiptoe, holding aside
her starched skirt Of percaIe, that it might
not rustic, she preceded me TO the arbor,
and we sat down there side by side. She
shuddered a little and finally said:
AT ~ no arlrn
afraid with me, who loves you"
"Histl Do not let them hear you; they
are In the kitchen Listen" she added In a
lower voice II have made you come solely
10 tell you that it IS worse than useless for
this TO 90 on any further. am Older than
you When you are man shall be an old
woman"
How oldi Not more than And tax
ing her in my arms l added, "Old or
young, you will be my Susana; shall love
you always-always."
"Yes, you say so now, but by and by
We were silent. Under such circum-
stances little is spoken. At length she
sighed and said, do you swear that you
love me'"
''Yes; swear It to you"
"No, no, it is not fitting Forget me. 1t
Ia best. Are you angyW
NO" answered ironically
Are you angryp she cried passionately,
when | adore your
my SUI
"Harkl hear noisel Cor
Fear seized upon her and upon me also.
felt my valor ooze from my finger tips.
They are not coming The mozo is a
telltale, and is capable of spying on us In
order to tell papa"
I was cold | fancied / saw man ip
every shadow.
'Susanap cried voice from door open
ing into the courtyard.
Mammal she answered, and in hasty
UNDERGONE added: Quick, hide YOURSELF
There" abe said, pushing me, "stay be
hindu----
What are you doing'"
II am busy"
'Tt IL dangerous for you 10 be out In the
dew. What u child you areP'