The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1893-02-13

Disappearing" no said. "What have ]
done?'
"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 a scene
woIs this be if all the men were dressed
as 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. will 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. Will 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
sanctimonious old fraud he must have
been if he looked anything like his pic
turesl Did you ever see bay bluer than
that. or sand whittier, or a more perfect
semiircle of hills than this, or a more
Struggling town? There is the custom
house on the rocks. You will go to
ball there tonight and hear the boom Of
the surf as you dance" He turned with
one of his sudden impatient motions.
Suppose we ride. The air is too sharp
10 lie about under the trees. This white
horse mates your gown. Let MS 80 over
to Carmelo.'
II should like TO CO." she said doubt
fully. He had made her throb with in
dignation once or twice, but his conver-
sation interested her, and her free spirit
approved of ride over the hills unat-
tended by duena. "But-you know-l
do not like YOU
"Oh, never mind that; the ride will in
terest you Just the same" And he lifted
her to the horse, sprang on another,
caught her bride, lest she should rebel,
and galloped up the road. When they
were on the other side of the hill he
slackened speed and looked at her with
a smile. She was inclined to be angry,
but found herself watching the varying
Expressions OF his mouth, which diverted
her mind. 1t was battling mouth. even
10 experienced women, and Chonita
could make nothing of il. 1t had neither
sweetness nor softness, but she had never
felt impelled TO study the mouth Of
caballero. And then she wondered how
a man with mouth like that could have
manners SO gentle.
care you aware" he said abruptly,
"that your brother is accused of con-
spiracy"
WHAT" She looked at him as if she
inferred that this was the order of badi-
mage that an Iturbi Y Moncada might ex-
pect from an Estenega.
II am not joking. 1t is quite true"
1T is not true! Reinaldo conspire
against his government! Some one has
lied, and you are ready to believer
II hope some one has lied The news is
very direct. however" He looked at her
speculatively 1.-The more obstacles the
better" he thought. land we may as
well declare war on this question at
once. Besides, it is no use to begin by
playing the hypocrite, when every act
would tell her what ] thought of him.
Moreover, he will have more or less in
fuence over her until her eyes are opened
to his true worth. She will not believe
me, of course. but she is woman who
only needs an impetus to do good deal
of thinking and noting"
81 am going to make you angry" he
said. II am going TO tell you that do not
share your admiration of your brother.
He has ten thousand words for every idea,
and although God knows we have more
time than anything else in this land Of
the poppy where only the horses run,
still there are more profitable ways of
employing it than to listen TO meaning
less and bombastic words. Moreover,
your brother is dangerous man. No
man is so safe in seclusion as the one of
large vanities and small ambitions. He is
not big enough TO conceive a revolution,
but is ready TO be the tool of any unscru-
pulous man who is, and having too much
egotism to follow orders will ruin prof.
ect mt the last moment by attempting
TO think for himself. do not say these
things to wantonly insult you, senorita;
only to let you know at once how |
regard your brother, that you may not
accuse me Of treachery or hypocrisy
later"
He had expected and hoped that she
would turn upon him with burst of
fury. But she had drawn herself up TO
her most stately height and was looking
at him with cold hauteur. Her mouth
was as hard as a pink jewel, and her
eyes had the glitter of ice in them.
"Senor," she said, lit seems TO me that
you, too, waste many words in speak
ing of my brother, for what you say Of
him cannot interest me. ! have known
him for twenty-five years; you have seen
him four or six times. What can you
tell me of him? Not only is he my
brother and the natural object of my
love and devotion, but he is Reinaldo
lturbi Y Moncada, the last male descend
ant of his house, and rs such l hold him
in a regard only second 10 that which l
bear my father. And with the blood in
him he could not be otherwise than a
great and good man."
Estenega looked at her with the first
stab of doubt he had felt. "She eis Spanish
in her marrow" he thought, "the stead