The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-05-16

mer- winter, as they call our Indian
summer" 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 more attractive, being less chary
of her brilliant smiles and jests.
HAST heard the newsP" she was say
ing. Gas the 'Inglesi' were walking
back to the yacht this afternoon down
on the quay the little boy, catch
ing sight of large dog ahead,
ran after him along the edge of
the water. Suddenly, 'Ah, Santissima
Marial he cried out-and then the wa
ter closed over himl Felipe was there
and jumped in after him. There was
no danger" she added, glancing mali
ciously at Jacquita's pale face, land in
a moment more he was being embraced
by the pretty young lady. But Felipei
Milford overwhelmed him with thanks,
offered him money, which the fool re-
fused, and finally asked if he knew the
sea and would care to come with him
as a sailor. For a 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-
morrow! All, but he is brave lad, that
Felipe, and a lucky onel Some of us
will care, but to those who have nc
hearts "-and here she glanced ooldly at
the girl sitting silent beside her-"to
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 oblivious of all
else Felipes face darkened. Then,
laughing, he turned, saying; Come,
friends, let us have merry time on this
our last night together. Come, drink
my health and prosperity with mep'
"Sil Sill" they answered
Jacquita alone declined. She was
"too tired" she said haughtily. Fran
cesca, struggling her shoulders, muir
INJURED: Zone Of her ugly moodsl San
tissima-what temperp'
Jacquita listened to the retreatine
footsteps, and her downcast eyes filled
with tears, why, she would not own tc
herself A quick step sounded, a voice
said, "Jacquitar' 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
a lucky wish, Jacquita"
Silence, then 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
favorites-came floating back to her.
Early the next morning, while the
Alameda yet lay wrapped i'll sleep, girl
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 row
boat speed out to the ship. A cheer rost
from thuse on shore as with n final pull
the anchor was hauled aboard. Tht
broad sails filled slowly, and she slipped
away as silently as she came--away into
the purple rists of the morning, away,
and bearing with her whole life's grief
and disappointment
La Bella Jacquita is going daft, y
cries Francesca as every night the girl
walks to the Alameda, watching for a
boat that never comes.
One evening she sat gazing at a tramp
steamer just anchored. She recalled that
other night, and the boat now so fan
away Alas for the pride of La Bella
of Mahonl" The setting sun covered her
with its golden light. Her dark eyes
grew larger with unshed tears. Then a
voice said softly, II have come back to
see if thou wilt yet say 'Addio, mia
Jacquital" - Raymond Hunt in Ro-
nance.