Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1893-07-01
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| tinklinR like faint fairy voices. Afar In
long lines stretched the lighted bonflreH,
for Il was market night, and men, women
and boys sat !. ,arling their stacks OF fruit
and Ash.
II did not speak To him that night, but
followed them. Next day | went 70 see
him. II WAS good 10 see his face again. To
feel his hand. sank into a chair aud ask
ed him Of himself
"'Sams old story. he said dismaliy.
dead broke, bad health--it was 1 he swamps
that did IT, He got up and paced the door.
then suddenly he stopped IN front OF me.
The oldtime smile WIS on his face.
Il am the man who stands alone he
said. II had been favorite phrase Of his
In days of old Death was written on his
face.
"The room was Uttered with writing
paraphernalia; the tiled floor rugged pro.
fusely; pen and ink sketches were pinned
against the walls. From tho window we
could look down into the valley We were
both looking out Mt the sky that stretched
away, dense, live blue, skirted with
wreathing riffs ~ clqnd. each tinted like q
shell.
"A light step approached the door. II
opened. and the dusky scnorita stepped
across the threshold with golden fruit In
her arms Jack did not move his eyes, but
went on smoking. Sine stepped across the
room and laid the fruit upon tho table. aud
then gathering the blue rerape from the
chair she passed beyond into little bal
cony.
"'Let us go ont and take walk. sug.
gested. He arose drcamlly
"'Amorita,' he said. so low IL seemed i'm
possible she should have heard him, but
she came Ia an instant. questioning IN
Spanish He nodded his bend 10 her in
quiry.
"She ran lightly away, and soon ~.
turned with his hat and cane.
s'Adios. cara mia, he muttered tender.
iy and kissed her She opened tie door
and we passed out
"'Adios, Amorita
IL fingered in Patzcuaro for many DAYS.
feeling that he could not live long. even 10
that soft air
"Sometimes spoke 10 him Of the games
OF roulette we had played, but his only re-
Spouse was gentle, half tired smile
i will never play any more, he said; I
am Just waiting for'-he did not say death,
but looked II 1T will come soon. and Am.
orita will DO alone
"A look OF heaven came into his face
whenever he SAID that name, and during
my many ramblings with him | learned
that she had some little money. Il was
enough for them both, she had told him in
Spanish. and 30 IL happened that the little
blue scraps laid across the chair, and
Amorita sang him Spanish lullabys ID the
stringed lutte. or held him on her warm.
warm heart when he was III ami fearful.
"Word came that must leave New Mex
leo and return to the States. went TO bill
farewell to Jack and Amayita. for had
learned 10 know her very well. aud loved
to see her dark eyes brighten when came.
for she told me the senior was always glad
20 see me-
Il tapped at the door. and then opened It
softly.
Jack was lying on the couch propped
up with pillows, the blue serape was
thrown lightly over him, falling against
the transparent Wilderness OF his face. He
was gasping for breath. Tho windows
were all open. Amoriia, kneeling Mt his
side, was moving a large fan slowly
evenly.
Cara mia.' he murmered in gentle
gasp.
"'Si.' she whispered
so kind, SO true, he murmered-
wine, water, for Gods
"She lifted a wineglass 10 his lips and
lovingly supported him as he drank. His
blue eyes fell softly upon her crossed to
the other side OF the couch. He saw me-
"'Dlck'
"'Yes, old man
1.-The Witch of the Swamps, you 70
member
EYES, yea
She is coming; the silk is waving, the
blasted hopes loom like swamp. but the
moonlight. the starlight. il this face.
And he turned his eyes TO his Spanish
love
1.-THE moonlight, the sunlight wor
hhip the sun, the warmth. tho love, the
life, AmoritA'---
with gentle vehemence she flung her
arms about him and held her lips close to
his face.
".Your Inst breath, she murmurrd IL
Spanish; i will die with ts fragrance upon
my lips You will not journey alone 10
the land of souls. my life
with immortal move he drew himself
into her arms, a momentary struggle,
sound OF choking. and slowly-rigidly--
fell into the pose Of death
"AmoritR removed the pillows from his
head till he lay quite at ease. She ar
ranged his hair with gentle touch, aud
placed prayer rug bY the couch; then
moved across the room, aud before a
mirror draped lace mantilla about her
sea storm hair, and taking siui from her
pocket, she poured the colorless contents
into n tiny glass.
''She came back 70 the couch aud knogt
by his side a moment, then rising she laid
her hand In mine, her eyes Fixed nrst upon
his face, then turning into mine. Gently
she pointed 10 the door, her head drusped,
the glass held high above her head !
obeyed the silent command
The Spanish guardsmHn found them
late that night A wreath OF flowers was
lying on their breasts The fragments Of
q shattered glass lay glimmering on the
door, as Il had fallen from her lips and
hand. Through the open window swept
the tinklinR of many bells, and the nixht
air stirred the music To the room from the
distant plaza. and 50 left Jack Lane. liz
terateur, ~ Nellie Corinne Bergen In
Washington Post.
Mr. Hester'a Carrier Hat.
William Hazfar ~ Gnrsn. IIEN ID, ~.