The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-05-30

pretty blond giri believed With "a sld.
erly gentleman, and ~ she went along
Jacquit& seeing her exquisite fairness.
thought 'sThe angels must look like
fkatf'
AL 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 bet
ter accept him. The fun would then be
over. but--snpposing the other thing
Life would be as nothing with Felipe
left outi
Evening came and found Jacquita
and her mother seated at their door com
versing with the neighbors, leaning out
OF window or strol1ing past. The sum
mer-winter. " as they call our Indian
summer, I" 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 attractive, being less chary
Of her brilliant smiles and iests.
Hast heard the news?'' she was say
ing. AS the sInglesi 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 the edge of
the water. Suddenly, sAh, Santissima
Mariap he cried out-and then the wa
ter closed over himl Felipe was there
and jumped I'm after him. There was
no danger, = she added, CHANGING mali
ciously at Jaoqnita's pale face, ..and in
o moment more he was being embraced
by the pretty young lady. But Felipe!
Milford overwhelmed him with thanks,
offered him money, which the fool re-
fused. and finally asked IL he knew the
sea and would care to come with him
as q sailor. For q moment Felipe hest
tated, but'-and here the bright look
ON Jacquita's face faded-''he finally
said, Yes, Milford, and so he goes to-
morrowi All, but he liz a brave lad, that
Felipe, and o lucky onel Some of MS
will care, but to those who have no
hearts"-and here she glanced coldly at
the girl sitting silent beside her-''to
those il viii make no difference
Just then Felipe himself sauntered
mp. There was a difference between this
nonchalent young sailor, bearing his
honors 20 lightly, and the passionate
lover OF the night before. GOOD luck,
Felipeio some one called, and Francesca,
again the spokeswoman, cried, Your
fame has flown before you, and your
good fortune makes Ms envioua."
Felipe turned TO Jacquita- She was
talking animatedly to a young fellow
beside her-seemingly oblivious of all
else. Felipe's face darkened. Then,
laughing, ne turned, saying: Come,
friends, let M have amerry time ON this
last night together. Come, drink
my health and prosperity with mei''
ISL sir they answered
Jacquita alone declined. She was
''too tired, !" she said haughtily. Fran
cesca. Struggling her shoulders, muir
INJURED: Zone Of her ugly moodsi Sam
tissima-what q temperP'
Jacquita listened 10 the ~retreating
footsteps, and her downcast eyes filed
with tears, why, she would not own to
herself. A quick step sounded,a voice
said, t.Jacquital' Something 80 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
q lucky wish, Jacquitar'
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
the street. As he turned the corner,
snatches of y waltz-one of Francesca'1s
favorites-came floating back to her.
Early the next morning, while the
Alameda yet lay wrapped in sleep, agirl
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 o row.
boat speed out to the ship. A cheer 9
from those ON shore as with o final pull
the anchor was hauled aboard. The
broad sails filed slowly, and she slipped
away as silently rs she came-away into
the purple mists Of the morning, away,
and bearing with her q whole life's grief
and disappointment
La Bella Jacquita' il going daft,
cries Francesca Is every night the girl
walks to the Alameda, watching for o
boat that never comes.
One evening she sat gazing ut q tramp
steamer just anchored. She recalled that
other night, and the boat now 20 far
away. Alas for the pride Of La Bella
Of MahonIs The setting sun covered her
with its golden light. Her dark eyes
grew larger with unshed tears. Then q
voice said softly, ~ have cozne back to
zee IL thou wilt yet say .Addio, mia
Jacquitar' - Raymond Hunt in 10
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