Connecticut western news., 1894-08-09

md her mother seated at their door con- rersing with the neighbors, leaning out If window or strolling past. The 'sum- ner-winter, as they call our Indian summer, '' fingered late that year.
 A group gathered, among them Fran ,esca, the rival beauty. She was larger n every way than Jacquita To many ,he was more attractive, being less chary ,f her brilliant smiles and jests.
 Hast heard the news?'' she was say mg "As the 'Inglesi' were walking back to the yacht this afternoon down ,n the quay the little boy, catch ing sight of a large dog ahead, .an after him along the edge of he water. Suddenly, 'Ah, Santissima Marian he cried out-and then the wa ser closed over him! Felipe was there and jumped in after him. There was 10 danger" she added, glancing mali iously at Jacquita's pale face, land in 2 moment more he was being embraced oy the pretty young lady, But Felipei Milford overwhelmed him with thanks, offered him money, which the fool re- used, and finally asked if he knew the sea and would care to come with him IS sailor. For moment Felipe hesi .ated, but'-and here the bright look on Jacquita's face faded-'he finally said, Yes, Milford, and so he goes to- morrow! Ah, but he is brave lad, that Felipe, and a lucky one! Some of us will care, but to those who have no heart" and here she glanced eoldly at sl> -l la f.> those it will make no difference. !"
 Just then Felipe himself sauntered up. There was difference between this nonchalent young sailor, bearing his honors so lightly, and the passionate lover of the night before. Good luck, Felipep' some one 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 animatedly to young fellow beside her-seemingly obliyious of all else. Felipe's face darkened Then, laughing. he turned, saying: "Come, friends, let us have a merry time on this our last night together. Come, drink my health ana prosperity with mer'
 '"Sil Sir they answered.
 Jacquita alone declined. She was ''too tired" she said haughtily. Fran cesca, shrugging her shoulders, mur- mured: ''One of her ugly moodsl Sn- tissima-what a temperr"
 Jacquita listened to the retreating footsteps, and her downcast eyes filled with tears, why, she would not own to herself. A quick step sounded, a voice said, "Jacquital' Something = false pride perhaps or fear lest Felipe should see her weeping-held down her eyes, but she smiled.
 Thou didst not say 'Addio, or even lucky wish, Jacquitap
 Silence, then a 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 the street AS he turned the corner, snatches of waltz-one of Francesca's s favorites-came floating back to her.
 Early the next morning, while the Alameda yet lay wrapped in sleep, a girl burning eyes at the beautiful boat be- low The hustle of departure reached her straining ears, and she saw a row boat speed out to the ship. A cheer rose from those on shore as with final pull the anchor was hauled aboard. The broad sails filled slowly, and she slipped away as silently as she came-away into the purple mists of the morning, away, and bearing with her whole life's grief and disappointment.
 "'La Bella Jacquita' is going daft, '' cries Francesca as every night the girl walks to the Alameda, watching for a boat that never comes.
 One evening she sat gazing at tramp steamer just anchored She recalled that other night, and the boat now so far away. Alas for the pride of La Bella of Mahonp' The setting sun covered hen with its golden light Her dark eyes grew larger with unshed tears. Then 8 voice said softly, ''I have come back tc see if thou wilt yet say 'Addio, mia Jacquita" = Raymond Hunt in Ro- nance.