The Red Cloud chief., 1894-07-06


pretty blond girl followed with an eld-
erly gentleman, and as she went along
Jacquita, seeing her exquisite fairness,
Thought, 1.-THE angels must look like
thatl"
All that day Felipe came not, and the
speech of gentle reproof which Jacquita
had prepared was not delivered. She
began to wonder whether she had bot
ter accept him. Tho fun would then be
over, but-supposing the other thingi
Life would bc as nothing with Felipe
left outi
Evening came and found Jacquita
and her mother seated at their door con-
versing with the neighbour, leaning ont
Of window or strolling past, Tho ''sum-
mev-winter. " as they call our Indian
summer" fingered late that year.
A group gathered, among them Fran
cesca, the rival beauty. She was larger
in every way than Jacquita. To many
she was more attractive, being less chary
Of her brilliant smiles and jests.
HAST heard the news?' she was say.
ing. "As the 'Inglesi' were walking
back to the yacht this afternoon down
on the quay the little boy, catch.
ing sight Of o large dog ahead,
ran after him along tho edge Of
the wdter. Suddenly, 'Ah, Santissima
Mariav he cried out-and then the wa
ter closed over himi Felipe was there
and jumped in after him. There was
no danger" she added, glancing mali.
ciously Mt Jacquita's pale face, land in
n moment more he was being embraced
by tho pretty young lady. But Felipei
Milford overwhelmed him with thanks,
offered him money, which the fool re-
fused, and finally asked IL he knew tho
sea and would care to come with him
as u sailor. For q moment Felipe hest
tated, but''-and here tho bright look
on Jacquita's face faded-"he finally
said, Yes, Milford and no he goes to-
morrowi All, but no is n bravo lad, that
Felipe, and o lucky onel Some Of us
will care, but to those who have no
hearts"-and here she glanced coldly ut
the girl sitting silent beside her-''to
those it will make no difference"
just then Felipe himself sauntered
up. There was q difference between this
noncfalent young sailor, bearing his
honors so lightly, and the passionate
lover Of the night before. GOOD luck,
Feliper' some called, and Francesca,
| again the spokeswoman, cried, "Your
fame has flown before you, and your
good fortune makes us envious.
Felipe turned to Jacquita. She was
talking a~nimatedly to q young fellow
beside her-seemingly oblivious Of oil
else. Felipe's face darkened. Then,
laughing, he turned, saying: "Come,
friends, let us have a merry time on this
Jul last night together. Come, drink
my health and prosperity with mel"
Isl! SIP they answered.
Jacquita alone declined. She was
"too tired" she said haughtily. Fran.
cesca, struggling her shoulders, muir.
INJURED: Zone Of her ugly mo0dsi 6an-
tissiMa--what q tempeSP'
JasQaia listened to the yetreatine
Footsteps, and her aowneast eyes Allied
with tears, why, she would not own to
herself. A quick step sounded, voice
aid, "Jacquitar" Something - false
pride perhaps or fear lest Felipe should
sec her weeping-held down her eyes.
but she smiled.
Thou didst not say 'Addio,' or even
a lucky wish, Jacquital"
Silence, then q smothered oath broke
from his lips, and ere she could frame
the words Of farewell still lingering on
her tongue she heard him striding down
tho street. AS no turned the corner,
snutches Of u waltz-one of Francesca's
favoAtes-came floating back to her.
Early the next morning, while the
Alameda yet lay wrapped in sleep, girl
leaned over the sea wall, gazing with
burning eyes at the beautiful boat be-
low. The hustle Of departure reached
her straining ears, and she saw q row,
boat speed out to the ship. A cheer rose
from those on shoro as with q final pull
the anchor was hauled aboard. Tht
broad sails filled slowly, and she slipped
away M silently as she came-away into
the purple mists Of the morning, away,
and bearing with her q whole LIES grie'
and disappointment.
"La Bella Jacquita' is going daft, >
cries francesca as every night the CIR
walks to the Alameda, watching for {
boat that eve ono
Ono evening she sat gazing at a TRAMP
steamer Just anchored. She recalled tina
other night, and tho boat now 30 ia,
away. Alas for the pride Of LA Bell,
Of Mahon!" The setting sun covered hel
with its golden light. Her dark eye
grow larger with unshed tears. Then
voice said softly, II have come back I,
SEQ if thou wilt yet say 'Addio, mi,
Jacquita!" - Raymond Hunt in Ro
nance.