The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1895-08-02
~ RAND. neNALuY q co.

Il wa SO sleepy after breakfast"
she admitted, smiling. what is the
matter with Florio? Do you not find
grandpapa in the garden?
mo. The entire place seems to be
deserted"
Perhaps he has gone to the town
while l was asleep. Wait. and I will
come down stairs"
She passed her hands over her small
head to smooth the tangled hair, and
withdrew from the easement. The
next moment she returned with a lit
tie, mutinous grimace of vexation.
MY door is fastened" she ex-
planned.
"Fastened?" he repeated, in surprise.
"Do you mean to say you are a pris-
oner in your chamber"
Dolores nodded.
"Grandpapa is often like that. I can
never find the key, and yet he locks
my door on the other side at night. If
ask the reason, he is very angry"
Perhaps he fears you may fly
away" Arthur Curzon suggested.
"Oh, no! 1 have no place to fly to-"
she answered, with unconscious
pathos.
"Then he suspects that some lover
will carry you off, true Corsair
fashion"
Dolores dimpled into smiles, and
rested her arms on the ledge of the
window.
"There's no danger of grandpapa's
losing me like that" she said demure-
ly. 1.-The Corsairs do not want me,
either"
"Oh. Dolores! if 1 were a Corsair, I
would carry you off in my arms to my
ship, and we would sail away to the
Happy Islands,"
1.-The Happy Islands," she echoed,
half-dreamily. 'Our Knight would
not permit it, for he guards the
Tower"
Your Knight? My dear girl, who
on earth are you talking about now?"
She raised her finger with a warning
gesture.
Our Knight of Malta. Have you
not seen his portrait on the wall?"
"Oh!" said the young man, relieved.
"And, you know, the grand duke
spoke to M in Spanish, and I could
understand him very we'll, although 1
seemed to have forgotten ALL" she
continued in a tone of confidence. =
"What did he talk about?" inter-
posed the lieutenant, with a slight
frown.
about Spain, the churches. the
pictures, and the ladies'"
'Ah' the ladies'" with a sarcastic
emphasis.
Then 1 knew that the knight spoke
to me in Spanish in my dream" said
the girl You see, he must have
been one of the Spanish knights"
The sailor sighed.
cam 1 not even to shake hands with
you this morning, dear Dolores??" he
demanded, tenderly. 81 could climb
up to you with the aid of a rope or a
bench"
"Or 1 could jump to the ground"
supplemented Dolores, merrily.
we might have made a turn of the
Swallow waltz together around the
garden" he said, regretfullY.
Yes"
How pretty she was up there in the
window, just beyond reach, and how
tantilizing!
81 have brought you some sweets.
Can you catch the package? Well
done, little girl! That is not all. How
would you like to go to the opera on
Thursday night, when a new singer is
to make her debut?"
"Ohr' exclaimed Dolores, while the
color in her cheek ebbed and flowed
rapidly.
She had caught the package
of sweets, but paused before
unfolding the paper. The good
age of the fairy tales had surely re-
turned to the earth. Supreme delight
of her Imagination! To be present at
the debut of the Signorina Giulia
Melita seemed the very summit of
happiness to the girl at the moment
Grandpa will not like it," she
added, with a sigh.
"He shall like it." said Lieut.. Cur
ION. resolutely. 81 will order the
idols of the twelve children of the sun
of him, with Or without heads"
How good you are"
Dolores sighed again, and opened
the paper, which contained an almond
CONNECTION, more or less tough of tex
ture. and insipid in flavor, and closely
related to the Medieval honey paste,
the torone of Cremona, and the turon,
fabricated in the half-Moorish town
of Alicante from Saracenic recipes. to
be eaten with the Christmas turkey at
Barcelona.
SIT mus be nice to be a singer,
and wear lovely dresses. and have
Mr.. Browns pockets full of fresh
Gloves unused Dolores, nibbling
the delicacy with sharp, white
teeth. ''She was very kind to
me in the dressing-room at
the ball. Oh. how 1 should like to
near her sing.'
Beware of the glamour of the stage,
Dolores"
..Win won have a nieca of the pastao