The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1893-05-25

far I'D between the house roofs, the
Gagged bird, the flowers, the gem.
And, oh, they have been so good to
me! Keep me from hating also Ralph
and his mother, as il they were nv
jailers," she prayed.
But oh, for the white walls Of tile
little town; oh, for the dear old home:
Oh, and alas! for Jose-dear, lost Jose.
Past memories rushed back as they
sometimes do. She could not bear
them. She must go out into such air
as was to be found in the sitting city
in order to breathe
!, In her black lace dress and large
plumed hat, {; red rose in her bosom,
she walked swiftly onward. 1t was
almost as though she fed from s..1me
accusing phantom. She had just real
lied that in week she should marry
marry another, not JOSE
To be sure, he was dead, but was she
sure that I'D there in heaven they
might not know all about. those they
loved and left here? Perhaps Jose
awaited her there, not knowing that
she was false to him.
She walked more swiftly, finding it
hard not to moan OF scream.
Il should not have promised myself
to my kind friends son. she thought.
Yet how could ] seem so ungrateful ~
She half decided to go back and tell
them that she would not, could not, be
any mans wife, since Jose was gone.
She paused before a shop window
and seemed to stare at the stuffs dis
played there-satins and velyets Of
lovely tints, laces, ribbons, long, stream
ing fringes, rich with gold or Jet.
R11f Shn cow rnthi,oc Int +l,o 1xrI:&o
wallis of her lost home, the blue sky of
Mexico, the rich, dark face Of Jose,
with eyes like stars.
Suddenlya man paused near her. She
Gid not notice him. He came closer:
he touched her arm with his hand, and
brought her to a sense of where she
was and what she was doing with a
start and SILVER
PARDON" he was saying, 81 must be
mistaken; but the resemblance was
Obliged to ask-yOu are so like a friend
of mine that
Jacinta lifted her eyes to the speak
er's face and uttered cry.
Jose! JOSEF she screamed, '.is it DOS
slble that after all you are not dead?
"Jacintha- is Jacinthav' he cried.
: He caught her hand and pressed it to
his lips-then his face grew grave
L never saw you dressed like this
he said. Il could not believe my eyes.
you are so fine'' ~.
His eyes asked a question from which
his lipe refrained.
''The heart is the same underneath
the satin, Jose," she whispered. ut
beats for you alone"
They walked on arm in arm. He in
ms picturesque costume, she in her
fashionable dress. Peoule stared at
them; they did not know it.
She told him her story; he told her
how he had gone away upon a little
journey, the night Of the earthquake,
and returning, had found the place a,
wreck, and his mother dead under the
stones OF their home. They had told
MIN that a kind lady had taken Jacin-
tina away, but they could not remem-
per the ladys name, or whittier she
went. He had, afterward, been told
that Jacintha had died also.
How wretched he had been! But
lately, some one had appeared who
knew that the lady lived in New York.
and believed that Jacintha had not died
so he had come to this great CITY to
search for her. He had found her
Are we to part again, Jacintha % he
asked
''Never!' she answered. ooh, how
good God has been to me, JOSEF
That night boy brought a little
note to those who waited anxiousl,- at
the hotel for Jacintha. These were. the
words it contained: g.. tEa.-5 &.
''You have been SO kind, so good to
me, my soul thanks you. I shall pray
for you every day. But my Jose lives,
and he has found me-he is my be-
trothed. When you read this shall be
his wife. love him. Mr. Ralph could
not care for a wife whose heart belong
ed to another. Adieu! may God bless
you. Your ungrateful
.....-- -.... -. -"Jacintha.
Ralph grieved for a while, but he
long ago found lovely woman who
did not think her home a gilded cage,
who gave him all her heart. AS for
Jacintha, she dwells with Jose in their
little white adobe house under the blue
sky of Mexico, and thanks heaven for
her happiness.