Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-05-24
JACQUITA.


of Minorca Out Of the beaten line Of
travel, overlooked by energetic tourists,
1t holds Its only direct communication
with civilization through tramp steam
ers and an occasional yacht
Minorca has we'll nigh forgotten the
outside world. and with true southern
incidence dreams over its own petty in
terests unless wakened to sudden but
evanescent activity by some event out
Of the common
The largest city-Port Mahn-clam-
bers up and down the cliffs of Its lovely
harbor in an aimless way, and on first
approaching two things strike you, the
dazzling whiteness against the intense
blue of sea and sky and the mnnotony
Of the fat rooted, chimneyless houses.
The cobble paved streets are marvel
ously clean, and the people, IN their
quaint, gay costumes, stand out with
picturesque effect against the stucooed
walls which line the way.
On cliff oyerhanging the harbor and
the city is plaza called the Alameda,
where few lick trees afford a grateful
shade On one of the low stone benches
many q pleasant hour may be dreamed
away, watching the shadows chase each
other over the swelling hills and mead
ows beyond. Now and again the soft
wind watts perfume from the almond
blossoms which lie like fakes Of snow
on the bare fields stretching away to the
blue water.
One evening not long ago young
girl was seated ON the low wall watch
ing the sun sinking In the cloudless
sky. The usual three cornered man
tilla draped her graceful head, and her
long, slender fingers toyed with the
ends hanging over her shoulders She
represented one Of the better class, with
the intense southern beauty of the peas
ant idealized Her black hair waved
off a low forehead. guiltless of the
pointed ''friz" which disfgured the
face of those who ape the Partisan fash
ion. Her brows were heavy, and her
dark eyes, riveted on the harbor below,
seemed to reflect the sunset light She
was watching a large yacht which,
with all sails set, was gliding slowly,
like some stately bird. to its anchorage.
The rattling of the anchor chains
reused her and broke the long silence
which she had so persistently main
tained with her companion, young
man Of Spanish type A mixture of
northern blood lightened his olive COM
plexion and refined his sensuous southern
features His waist was circled by q
red sash, and his workworn hands twist
ed a bright colored turban. fashioned
from large handkerchief.
His passionate gaze contrasted
strangely with the girls indifference.
"La Bella Jaoquita" she was called,
and we'll did she deserve her namel
What was he that he should win her,
after all?
Jacquita looked up and smiled
As when the sun, breaking through
the clouds, bathes the fields in warmth
and light, SO did that smile transfgure
the girls fair face.
The distant church clock struck 6.
Rising, she drew the folds of her man.
tilla closer, and lifting her eyes to his
said softly, ga Riverdel, Felipe"
His gaze met hers-pride, anger, pas
sion in his eyes Mastering his excite
ment, he spoke: "Jacquita, be carefuli
am not like those silly lads who come
and go at o girls nod. Today I offer
you my life, my hearth A mans dearest
hopes and desires have laid bare How
have you answered."
He waited Jacquita pushed the
gravel petulantly with her foot watch
ing the pebbles fly, with half hooking
smile on her lips Again he spoke:
II know you are La Bella Of Ma
hon, but, L too, have pridel' Keep your
scores Of admirers, but know that from
today there is one less-one man more
is nothing in the tale of your conquests.
You are La Bella, and the man who
makes you love him must needs be more
than human-stronger than Felipe.
Never again will I be ridiculed, Knocked,
as have been todayp'
Jacquita trembled slightly, but still
smiled. She waited. Then, looking up,
she said, Felipe. ! am sorry but
Felipe had gone.
That night Jacquita wept with fear,
excitement and the triumph of having
brought Felipe 80 low as to beg her as
he had done that evening. "He will re-
turn" thought she. .'They always do. +"
Next day the party from the yacht
made the tour Of the town. A little boy
of about years Of age was the life and
center Of interest Of the group. Clad in
sailor suit, his golden curls waving
under his white cap, he formed strong
contrast to the dark skinned children
who stared as he passed them by. A
pretty blond girl followed with an cid.
erly gentleman, and as she went along
Jacquita, seeing her exquisite fairness,
thought, ''The angels must look like
thatp'
Ill that day Feline came NOT end thn