The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1894-05-30

over, but-supposing tho other thing!
Life would be as nothing with Felipe
left outi
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
cescav the rival beauty She was Target
in every way than Jacquita. To many
she was more attractive, being less chary
Of her brilliant smiles and jests.
'sHast 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 large 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 himl Felipe was there
and jumped in after him. There was
no danger" she added, glancing mali
ciously at Jaoquita's pale face, "and in
o moment moro 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 il he knew tho
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-
morrowl All, but he is brave lad, that
Felipe, and lucky onel 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,
Felipep' some ono called, and Francesca,
again the spolzeswoman, 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 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 meF'
SSH Sill" they answered.
Jacquita alone declined. She was
''too tired, F." she said haughtily. Fran
cesca, Struggling her shoulders, muir
INJURED: Zone of her ugly moodsl San
tissima-what temper"
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, "Jacquital" 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, Jacquitap'
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 Il waltz--one of Francesca's
favorites-caIne floating back to her.
Early the next morning, while the
Alameda yet lay wrapped in sleep, a 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 ON shore as with 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 q whole life's grief
and disappointment.
Ella Bella Jacquita' is going daft, "
cries Francesca as every night the girl
walks to the Alameda, watching for
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 tho pride Of ''La Bella
of MahonP' The setting sun covered her
with its golden light. Her dark eyes
grew larger with unshed tears Then
voice said softly, II have come back to
see if thou wilt yet say 'Addio, mia
Jacquitar' - Raymond Hunt in Re-