Morning journal and courier., 1894-04-14
This my valley and my home-spot; This my own, my native land; An, the glories that begirt thee
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It was the lute.like voice of Paquita Pc.
 reirs, old Manoel's granddaughter-for Furnas was Manoel's birth spot-the pet and beauty of the village, ,matchless in con- tradapxa and sang; and the patriotic and pathetic Azorean ballad was Paquita's fan ciful call to the aged servitor that he was wanted at the jasmine-hidden, half ruined old quinto at the village edge among the bay trees, where his widowed daughter dwelt.
 Whether thrill of hope and determine ton came through the echoing corridors with the trill of Paquita's song, or whether Slipson Cogleigh's dichrotio pulse itself suddenly swung the manageable fingers from the pen, the latter was flung from
 his hand, while look of grim satisfaction and pride stole into old Manoel's face.
 Bob eprang into the room with scathing denunciations of the infamy being prac- ticed, and with the threat that if all the participants did not instantly retire he would toss them from the balcony and tun them over to the Furnas officials after warde; at which Manoel grasped his hand with inexpressible gratitude; the discom- fited plotters filed sullenly out of the hotel | to their near cottages; and Hetty, more ra- diant than Bob had ever before seen her, hugoed and csressed her husband in per feet whirlwind of excitement and joy, cry ! ing again and again:
 "Bravo, for the man you are at las!l" "Can this poor. tortured man be cured, Manoel2'' Bob almost breathlessly begged of the old servant
 "He is already nearly we'll. These in-
 tense sufferings begin his cure. See, he is
 already sleeping swestly, despite the she
 devils that have eone."
 Here Bob and Hetty excitedly disap-
 peared in each others arms.
 ' ffor ba %hirSiakb hakb oo-t{~-.l Manoel, "he will be as strong and we'll as
 you or I. Nearly all my life have seen
 these things at Furnas and know them ! true"
 That settles itl" shouted Bob triumph
 antly.
 "fhat settles itl-Hurrah hurraha" rap-
 turously shouted Hetty.
 Then followed genuine conspiracy in
 Senhor Geronimo's inn; 8 conspiracy in
 which the landlord heartily entered, on
 payment of ample Azorean serrilhae; into which roguish Mateito and Jose, who still
 tarried at Furnas with their donkeys, on pledge of many other enticing serrilhas,
 were quickly drawn; into which Paquita,
 the beautiful, and Ellena, her mother, en-
 tered lovingly with heart and soul; con-
 spiraey which comprised the hasty packing of luggage and other secret
 preparations; which caused myster-
 ious lights to fash in and about
 the old quinta at the village edge,
 as shortly after midnight a great clattering
 of donkey's hoofs rattled through the vil-
 lage upward over the Ponta Dslgsda way,
 caused Mrs. Clingsly to turn to her spouse
 from troubled dreams and exclaim:
 "Chillilip Clingsly!-I dreamed the Board
 had lost!" and Mr. Clingsly to respond:
 "Oh, botherl My dear, the Board never
 loses anythingl" when peace again brooded upon watchers, hamlet and vale. ! But the portents of the night had etart-
 ling ful6llment when the Clingslys, Miss Camper and Mrs. Drugget gathered at the l inn at an early hour of the next morning, and were met by the affable Senhor Geroni- | mo with 8 sealed packet in his hand. Mir. l Clingsly affrightedly broke the seal and four trembling heads instantly Auttsred over the contents of the package. "Aerclful goodness! Say they are all gone for years stay at Csrlsbadl" gasped Betty Camper.
 "A letter of credit for twenty thousand 1 ser rilhas," whimpered Mrs. Clingsly, Ion condition we immediately return home and ! remain there! Chillilip Clingsly, told you tho Board was done for!" "You certainly did, my dear; but the | return steamer tickets are all right"; sug- gested her more calculating husband soothingly.
 "And I'm never to see my Hetty again
 unless quiet down like lady and stay quietl That's the work of that brute of 8 | son-in-lawl" groaned Mrs. D1ugget. :'Whata" shrieked Betty Gamp per. "Signed by"
 '.slipson Cogleighl" they all echoed in indignation and dismay.
 "Oh, what shall we do, MT. Geronimo?" they at last appealed to Senhor. "It's not my difficulty, ladies'; he shrugeingly but politely replied. ''But we have fleet donkeys and wise donkey-boys. If you shall start within the hour they shall set you down at the inn where you tarried in Ponto Delgada, no more than ten hours behind the cattle of Msteito and Jose, who are not the beat of mulsteers What shall be your pleasure.' Because in 1t was a single strand of hope, hardly their pleasure, but still their
 united purpose was for swift and instant pursuit. True to Geronimo's pledge, they were not ten hours behind the donksys of Ma teito and Jose in arriving at the slumbrous Ponta Dslgada inn. Here its eourtly old master, previously warned by Nanoel, after calling down myriad blessings and regrets, told them of mysterious sailing of packet for Nantes on that very day; dilated upon the loneliness and helpless ness of strangers in tho island, and elo- quently discoursed upon the opportunity at that moment presented of returning to their homes on the outgoing steamer which
 had brought them; and, having got them all snugly on board, while waving their gracious "Boa visgemsl" innumerable, repeatedly made the sign of the cross for dissolution from his perjury, with prayers for perpetual deliverance from such es- trangeiros as these. All of this being but little time ago,
 there is wondrous happiness in certain l quarters of the serene hamlet of Furnas. The old quinto has been traneformed as by magic into the new and beautiful villa of ! Grena. It's endlessly joyful guests are Robert and Hetty Forsyth. It's proud and l radiant servitors are Ellena and wise old l Manoef. It's mistress, most beautiful and ! songfnl of all beauteous Azorean women,
 is Paquita; and its master is one who left ! dic6rotic pulse for a life of love and hope and peace in the baths of that fair, l far valley, where 'sthe glories that begirt l f. In, fho rfx ofa