Kansas City daily journal., 1895-03-25
THE VENGEANCE
OF CARMELlTA.


and overlooking a vailey--the Valley OF the
angeIsIrests the hacienda OF the Mines OF
far back In the dead past. 4 row OF low,
straggling adobe buildings reaches up the
containing a few stunted orange trees. q
stone bench. or two and a broken fountain
that never flows. Near the plaza stands a
pearance that only a wooden cross iashed
Wit With rawhde h,., and leaning from the roof,
by the door distinguish it from its sur.
foundlngs as house of God.
There is a house rooted with rough, red
above the church, and out in It's wide por-
tieo one summer afternoon, young man
back into the past, Near BY, a sirl-one Of
veins courses that Latin-1ndan blood that
turns, turns to fame at glanee..stood gently
rnS m OLA Ma'f5 ss fT9m Snr an aa jbs
roof. Her dress was simple-some loose,
white garment, exposing her arms and
knees, Si Great waves Of dark hair
and her eyes black and brilliant, rested on N
the man as she murmured Vida de mi
the doorway. slowly bralding her hair and
iita mia,-come here"
,owrs s P Wbs she y Ss senG as she
AS she reached his side, he threw. his
arm around rand drawing her face down
LEe ash ahe s'Ss tore her herself from him
and stood trembling out of his reach, a
dePtss OF Of Ser Sesy as She ee
What would you. diabioi' Then she struck
him with her clenched hand. and bursting
"rhe sea deylI!' sse1 eScianed i f the % man. We'll
somehow. her lips seemed to say. PR Drink K
only my housekeeper's. daughter" Then
stretching back in his hammock. Maurice
SSHOeh Hoy ehdPPen made hsef % a
ths aays sped by he made sb1Is his fssS
evenins. % talking. or would wander up the
ths fanGh Madonna snvf wit the Blessed Babe in her
arms, had been carved in the rock by hands
erumbled to dust long years age age. There There
seat seat beside it, and there, one evening, he
passed his arm gently, arc around, her and
kiss me, Cnrmelita cara" he, whis-
pered; kiss me-" and as she complied; sh,, he
felt her trsbs In his fran, arms him He ad%n ssa
trail, and-he knew that he had won her.
It was during the following month h that hat
the the City of Mexico on his semi.anp,gal
xst were 9T two lases his sster he
GONZALES, and his foster,daughter, oseaSg senor-
tia Guadalrge CadIeron the the, sole descend
her arrival that stanton met =, her. h, She She
nortce %as ieah rnslng % ont over the roofs Of the
low houses to where q flock Of doves rose
and fell like soft ndn1atns rd ba e9ud o1
her as he saw her then: a tall girl. taller
than most. with great brown eyes and
auburn when touched by the rays of the
During that first evening she brought her
sweet songs OF the South; and on the fol-
lowing night they had Carmelita come
sna hs besma basnn of IL the he Roe0 lighted only by
s If eRes e f m p anger she and aSa he%
suffered as keeniy, as dumbly as any
creature, wild or tame, to whom there is
the guitar. and darting across the portico,
She hurried, , up the ,sa sano1 ,, until nor,e she
ONT on the {. he bench sobbing. oh Blessed
eshsTm she %SY 4 she love him
take him from me. no! IN kill her ilrstm
bosom rose and fell irregularly. In her
anger she sprang to her feet. and. as she
paced up and down the nails nt Of Of her & tightly
they were dampened by the blood that
oozed out. But she she, felt ,n no pain; pa,1; not in
nahas sRe Moher send
him to me tonight, for I love him so. I
waited last night SO long, so don!; lonE-and he
the Virgin a hundred times. and she will
And there still praying. two hours later
sssa ssIGai cahmelRta af hs Rrsssnoe until he softly
With glad cry she sprang to her feet.
prayers and sent him And as She stood
there the moonlight fell on her face, and
he noticed that her cheeks were stained
WHY: carmelta." he said. you have
RRet Rat Why SfnS'a dear? ?''s Not sfe for ffps'
She cast her eyes down, and with n sigh
nodded her head. and then burst into
Gently he drew her. to a seat on the
sos to ann m ssea her her fG darn
ling" he .mnrmured. stop crying and tell
After awhile she ceased, and. freeing her;
self from his arms, turned TO him. and
caught his face firmly between her hands.
Gazing into his eyes her own syParkIIing
me, no?oome?-me?, pios de mi alma You
menot her. Is To It dDncsg n9t 50; 5h She is
to-night, one-'two---sn many times. She
shall not hays you'll You are mine. mine
do you hearT'
He heard, and with a something akin to
fear. as he realized the intensity of her
passion; yet he drew her back 10 his arms,
and there, with her head pillowed on his
shoulder. he told her of that old old story.
and she-believed.
WHITTIER me himself was drifting he did
not know, neither did, he care. He liked
the charm of that dreamy, languorous
life of the South, and his little affair with
would the end be?-for end it must, and he
thought that perhaps afterwards II might
prove dangerous amusement. At times.
even while with her, a vision of a girl
with masses of reddish brown hair would
come to him. and after awhile he realized
that he loved Guadalupe. As the days
came and passed away he knew Il for the
to tell her that all between them
must end But at the moment, thinking of
the scene that must ensue, his courage
failed him, and he drfted on with the
tide of her passion.
One evening. as stanton was coming UP
from the mill, where he had been detained
until late, he met Guadalupe as she came
assembled the trail to the house. Then, in
the portico, he placed her in an easy chair,
Standing at its back he took her hand In
his and she did not Withdraw it Then he
told her of his love. and she threw her
head back raising her face to his. He
bent and kissed her-and she promised 10
be his wife.
building but they heard II not, and Carme-
lita standing there in the darkness. gazed
at them with all the hatred of her wild
ma ature aroused.
How she passed that night she never
knew; but In the. morning she wandered