The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-04-28

naughty Don and his only daughter,
Francella Dolores.
The Don had a nose Ike an eagles
beak and an eye Ike a red rash OF IRE
in the dark, and he was very fierce
and proud, for the blood of eleven gem
erations of noble ancestors throbbed in
his veins, there we're, forty-seven quar-
teaings upon his coat-of-arms. and he had
not credit for three maravedi in all Toll
edo.
Francella was a sweet shy girl. with
eyes like those of the wild deer that
sometimes peeped from the cork woods
along the margin OF the river at dawn.
She was graceful and fair as a wild flower
in spring; and so wildly enamored of her
loveliness were all the youths and bache-
lors in that province that they one and
all forsook their comfortable hac.endas,
gave up mapping after dinner and wan
dered about the country doing all sorts
/ Of ridiculous and daring things in the
hope Of gaining her favor 1t is said that
1 the heads Of orges. dragons. necromancers
and giants that they slew, when packed
( in two-horse wagons to be sent home as
( trophies of their valor, were a week Il
/ passing any given point in single file;
| but. if this be so. they must have secured
/ conveyances in Granada and Navarro, for
/ there were not at that time so many wa
+ CONS IN all CASTLE.
I Francella however, was wholly I'M
moved by all these WOndrous doings. for
/ she had for some time been deeply in
{ love with gay young pastry vender
whom she had seen peddling pies in the
market place one morning clad in q
/ bright blue and yellow Jacket. and sing
/ ing like a skylark all the while His name
/ was Pedro Perez, but every one called
him the Merry Pieman.
! To maiden who loved as passion
/ ately as Francella, there was very little
satisfaction in peeping through the lattice
! Of her window at daybreak every morn
ing, as she did, merely to see the object Of
her affection passing BY with his basket OF
wares twirling his pastry paddle
and humming some merry tune. But The
/ memory of even that little glimpse filed
! her dreams the whole day long, just as
] one sees green and scarlet circles every
/ where after looking at the sun.
/ one morning, however, as he passed
with his basket full of tarts. whistlin:s
/ scrap of rollicking bolero, he CHANGED
/ 70 look up and spied her peeping from
/ the window
The instant he saw her he stopped
I stock still and his whistle ran off to
nowhere in funny little squeak. The
/ blood rushed TO Francella's cheeks ana
she was about to draw the curtain,
when he dOffed his cap with a gracef al
bow, stopped swiftly as he did so. and.
I choosing the crispiest custard pastry in
his basket, tossed it up toward the win
/ do W.
oh, N.Y. she gasped. "Oh, my! 1t
| will spill"
But the pasty sailed through the air
like swallow on the wing, turned over
! twice as 1t flew, and dropped upon the
window sill unframed with an appetite
! ing little plopp that made Francella' s
! heart go pit-a-pat. Speeches. with de-
| light, she clasped her slender hands and
stood gazing in rapture at the fat little
pats of currant jelly dotting the fluffy
| white meringue.
The young pastry vender thought he
had never looked upon lovelier picture
''senorita Francella Dolores" he ex-
claimed, pressing his hand to his heart
You're the cake of my endeavor and my
| jelly roll forever;
You're my topioca tartlet and my lem
on custard pie;
You're my candied fruit and spices and
my juicy citron slices;
You're the darling sugar sprinkled ap-
pie dumping of my eyer
Francella's heart fiuttered like a bird
her small white teeth deep into the rim
OF the fragrant pasty with a fascinating
craekle OF the rich crust. Truly, YOU
are the most delightful lover l ever had
But tell me-, she said TREMENDOUSLY lis
this pasty vanill-cream pasty or a lemon
eustard pasty? I can scarcely tell
l am SO agitated-but If it is lemon Gus
tard you might toss me up two or three,
Tor just dote on lemon custard."
The words were hardly out of her mouth
before heavy footstep, hurrying up the
hallway stair, echoed down the long cor
rldor. She turned deathly pale. Fly"
she cried, trembling from head to foot
with apprehension. lit is my father. The
smell of the pasty has betrayed usr'
For an instant she stood swaying like
pallid lily in the wind, as the crimson
SASH of the pasty vender faded swiftly
from the view and she could not restrain
sob as she saw pies, cookies and tarts
fall here and there and break in frag-
ments on the stones
Open the door. Francella" cried her
father in a terrible voice, beating upon the
oaken panels with angry fists.
Yes, father" faltered Francella, hast
lily finishing the pasty, though her hands
shook with terror.
Don't say yes" roared the furious don
But open the door instantly-I smell
smell of pastry
"A pieman passed a moment ago" STAN
mered Francella
Girl" Numbered the don, do not try
to deceive me! l tell you l smell pasty
custard pasty, vulgar, handmade lemon
door''
Francella. white with fear, pushed hack
the bolt, and her father strobe into the
room.
There on the window ledge Law three
flakes Of pie crust.
bFrancella!" cried her father. in
voice so icy cold that she shivered. sFran-
celia. is it possible that you, a daughter
of mine, have so far forgotten your rank
as 10 eat pie, a common custard pie?"
Francella chung speeches. to the cur
tain.
a daughter OF mine should die before
she would stoop to the pie of low-born
pastry vendert'
But, father" painted FrancelIa, Il love
him"
WHAT roared the Don. "A pie ped
dlele and without another word he
locked her up in the dungeon
Then in towering rage he sent ont
heralds through all the land to proclaim
in every courtyard. market place and
plaza that upon the following Monday
he would hold a tournament a his castle
open to all high-born caballeroes, and 10
the victor in the strife would give his
only daughter, the far-famed FrancelIa
Dolores the Lily Of CASTLE
There had not been such another out
pouring OF the chivalry Of Spain since
the days OF the great crusade. From
east, from west, from north and south
they came. From the wild mountain
passes Of Castillo from the cross-road
castles Of Grenada and from the fur
test limits Of Navarro. knights and
squires, dukes, hidalgos. mobiles and
princes OF the royal line. armOr-clad
with pennoned lances, hutterinF plumes
and splendid trappings, until the lanes
and highways looked like one grand cir
Gus procession Of sun-bFlght riders fam
ing ~ the glory OF the midsummer sun
plain about the castle 81 the Don was
hidden By a multitude Of tents, mar
quees and payiiiOns u radiant cOiOrs
over which Mapped and swung the ban
ners Of the best blood d Spain.