The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-15
This my valley and my home -spoti
This my own. my native land;
All. the glOries that Legirt thee
IN the world unriValed stand
IN the world unrlVaIed Stand


| Pereira, old ManOel's granddaughter-fOr
| Furnas was Alanoels birth spot-the pet
1 and beauty of the village, matchless in
/ cOntradanza ana song; and this patriotic
| and pathetic AZOrean ballad was PaquiJa'S
| fanciful call TO the aged servitOr that he
was wanted at the jasmine-hidden, half
| ruined old quinta at the village edge
! among the bay trees, where his widowed
/ daughter dwelt
! Whether a thrill of hope and determi-
/ nation came through the echOing corri-
! doris with the trill of Paquita's song, or
| whether SlipsOn CogleiEhs dichrOtic
/ pulse itself suddenly swung the unman-
ageable 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 sprang into the room with scathing
| denunciations of the infamy being prac-
ticed, and with the threat that if all tho
! participants did not instantly retire he
would toss them from the balcony and
| turn them over to the Furnas oHicials
| afterwards; at which Manoel grasped his
hand with ineXhaustible gratitude; the
discounted plotters filed sullenly out of
! the hotel to their near cottages; and
Hetty, more radiant than Bob had ever
! before seen her, Rugged and caressed her
husband in a perfect whirlwind of excite
Ineut and joy, crying again and again
Bravo, for the man you are at last!"
! Can this poor tortured man be really
cured, ManOel?' 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 sweetly, despite the
| she-devils that have gone"
! Here Bob and HeJty excitedly disap-
peared in each others arms.
After the thirtieth bath" continued
Manoel, ''he will be as strong and well
7 III 1.F.
seen these things at Furnas and know
them true
That settles it2" shouted Bob trium-
phantly.
THAT settles it, Hurrah! hurrah !"
rapturously echoed Hetty.
Then followed a genuine conspiracy in
Senior Geronimo's inn; a conspiracy in
| which the landlord heartily entered, on
payment of ample Azorean serrilhas; into
which roguish Mateito and Jose, who still
! tarrled a. F'urnas with their donkeys, on
! pledge of many other enticing serrilhaS,
| were quickly drawn; into which Paquita,
the beautiful, and Elena, her mother, en-
! tered lovingly with heart and soul; a con-
| Splracy which comprised the hasty pack
| ing of luggage and other secret prepara-
| tlOns; which caused mysterious lights to
fash in and about the old quinta at the
! village edge, as for the reception of
| night a great Gathering of donkeys hoofs
ratified through the village upward over
| the Ponta Delgada way, caused Mrs.
| Clingly to turn to her spouse from
| troubled dreams and exclaimd: Chilli
lip Clingsly!-I dreamed the board had
lost! and Mr.. Clingsly to respond: "Oh,
bother! My dear, the board never loses
anything" when peace again brooded
upon watchers, hamlet and vale.
But the portents for the night had
startling fultillment when the Clingslys,
Miss Camper and Mrs. Drugget gathered
at the inn at an early hour of the next
morning and We're met by the affable
Senior Geronimo with a sealed packet in
his hand. Mr.. Clingsly affrightedly broke
the seal and four trembling heads in
stantly huttered over the contents of the
package.
"Merciful goodness! Says they are all
| gone for d years stay at Carlsbad! -
gasped Betty Camper.
"a letter of credit for twenty thousand
serrilhas,' whimpered Mrs. Clingsly, ION
condition we Immediately return home
and stay there! Chillilip Clingsly, 1 told
you the 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
quiet That's the work of that brute of a
son-in-law - grOaned Mrs Drugget.
,What?" shrieked Betty Camper.
"Signed by
''Slipson Cogleigh - they all echoed in
Indignation and dismay
"Oh, what shall we do Mr.. Geronimo20
they at last appealed to Senior.
ITS not my difficulty, ladies'" he
shruggingly but politely replied. But
we nave 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 Ponta Delgada, no more
than ten hours behind the cattle of Ma
teito and Jose, who are not the best of
muleteers What shall be your pleasure?"
Because in it was a single strand of
hope, hardly their pleasure but still their
unltedpurpose was for swift and instant
| pursuit.
True to Geronimo's pledge, they were
not ten hours behind the donkeys of
Mateito and Jose in arriving at the slum-
Drous Ponta Delgada inn. Here its
courtiY old master, previously warned BY
Manoel, after calling down a myriad
blessings and regrets, told them of mys-
FERROUS sailing of packet for Nantes, on
that very day; dilated upon the loneliness
ana helpleSSneSs of strangers in the
island; and elOquently discoursed upon
the opportunity at that moment presented
OF returning to their homes on the outgo-
ing steamer which had brought them;
and. having got them all snugly on board,
While waving them gracious "Roa via
gems" innumerable, repeatedly made
the sign of the cross for absoution from
his perjury, with prayers for perpetual
dehverance from such estrangeiros as
these
All of this being but little time ago.
there is wondrous happiness in certain
quarters of the serene hamlet of Furnas
The old quinta has been transformed as
by magic into the new and beautiful villa
OF Grena. Its endlessly joyful guests are
Robert and Hetty Forsyth. It's proud
and radiant servitors are Elena and wise
old Manoel Its mistress. most beautiful
and songful OF all beauteous Azorean
women, is Paquita ana its master is one
who left dichrotic pulse for a life of
love and hope and peace in the baths of
that fair, far valley, where 1.-THE glories
that begirt it in the world unrivaled
stand.r
A Fish browns an Eagle.
From the Washington Star
At the mouth of Octoraro creek, four
miles above Port Deposit, is a bed of