Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-07-09

pretty blond girl followed with an eld-
erly gentleman, and as she went along
Jacquita, seeing her exquisite fairness,
thought, "rhe angels must look like
thatr'
All 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-supposing the other thingl
Life would be as nothing with Felipe
left out!
Evening came and found Jacquita
and her mother seated at their door con-
versing with the neighbors, leaning out
Of window or strolling past, The Sum
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 news?" 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 largo dog ahead,
ran after him along the edge Of
the water. Suddenly, 'Ah, Santissima
Maria!' he cried out-and then the wa
ter closed over him! Felipe was there
and jumped in after him. There was
no danger" she added, glancing mali
ciously at Jacquita's pale face, "and in
moment more he was being embraced
by the pretty young lady. But Felipel
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 sailor. For 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 q lucky one! Some of us
will care, but to those who have no
hearts '-and here she glanced coldly 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,
Felipe!" some one called, and Francesca,
again the spokeswoman, cried, Your
fame has flown before you, and your
good fortune makes us envious. " 81
Felipe turned to Jacquita. She was
talking animatedly to young fellow
beside her-seemingly oblivious of all
else. Felipe's 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 mel"
Isl! SIP they answered.
Jacquita alone declined. She was
'too tired" she said haughtily. Fran
cesca, struggling her shoulders, muir
INJURED: Zone of her ugly moods! San
tissima--what temperI'
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, "Jacquita!' 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 Oh
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 in 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 rose
from those OH shore as with a 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 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
JacquitaP' - Raymond Hunt in Ro.
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