New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1895-09-15
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ture OF ST. Anthony. and prayed awhile Tor one
another 4, wall"
at was a happy time remember IL "e'i'
| he answered. but with eyes avertea
I.eona was not to be held at distance. nov"
ever She moved forward step so that 'Mes
stood face to face 49,, "An 1'ct 90 you KNOW
Eel bueno Murillo' he replied: tine pest Vi
men, - - 80 ~,
ut was he Muro himself, whom met on
| the bridge this morning. IL was ne VINO oousn .
| the flowers 1t was he who gently asked ina.
| your Leona-if you will still have her Tor yours
might sit to him as model TOT ,m ,.arao
| Magdalena | could not refuse him. queroo.
Meuuinez's ears tingled at the pleading tones.
He felt her breath against his cheek anu neI
arms about his neck Deep Gown WI the IN surface in
teardrops which quivered lustrous on her asnes.
What should a man do then! Wnat Go cou, "a q
man do but kiss the sweet lips mat lay near
him? And so Mequnez did.
Sing out oh skylark. Give TO Leona ana NE,
quinez your most joyous anthem Ior ~ co., ~
creatures.
1t was with a light spirit that Mequnez re-
traced his footsteps OF recent sorrow IN DIS re-
turn to the town The heart that lately thudneo
with a weight OF trouble now throbbed like
10y bell. The mouth wore smile IKE tha'
which must have illuminated the features OF
Adam when first he set foot in the Garden CT
Eden. WEAKNESS forgotten. and the only
burden was one OF joyous thoughts and sehsa-
lions. which raised the brave fellow into FL Par-
adiso as effectualy the pinions or Mercury
lifted that amorous god to the heights Oh oiS"i-
pus. , ~,
Walking along thus wrapped In thought. Me-
ouinez swiftly neared the bridge once more.
Here he was destined to be brought TO earth. ana
a consciousness thereof in very violent way,
for Vicente had been In waiting Tor the las' hour
with a view OF picking a quarrel with ms riVai,
which, he was determined. should prove fataI 10
one or other Of them. go
suddenly Meduinez received a bodily shock
which sent him headlong into the road Picking
himself out of the dust as quickly as ms scat
tered senses would allow, he perceived his stall
wart rival standing, on the curbstone ana look
ing down on him with an irritating sneer
'.The road is not SO soft as the lap OF ia no.
rera" said Vicente inGolently. as the other began
Not for your cowardly attack on myself"
cried Mequinez. with tears OF passion IN MS
voice. mot compensation for the ignohlhy
| have undergone by rolling In the aust put
singly and certainly for the insoence with which
you have spoken of Leona-la forera-shali you
answer with your life to my navajo Ana Me-
uuinez grasped the handle or formidaoie khiie
which hung from his belt .
"Gracios Dios.' replied the other ihere Is
nothing wish better. Come. we VIII dispatch
this matter speedily FoHo" ME IL !ou nave
courage ...
round the disputants and were by no means
backward in urging them to a mortal duel IN
the seventeenth century duellng In spain was
quite common. Though prohibited by the au-
thOritieS, it was in a very nOu11sniig coHuitioi'
and the law which forbade 1t was. to judge by
custom more honored in the breach than In the
Observance" Vicente then led the way, ana Sc
lected for the arena the very arch which an hour
since had witnessed the blush Of LeOnas foot as
II withdrew from the glowing lips or her lover.
The Renaissance came strongly upon Mequnez
| Not here" he said. mot here" Then under
his breath This is too sanctifed spot for
work of blood.
There was a vindictive expression in Vicente's
ewes as he said: "IIa do you turn coward. or
] tender
You have guessed Alright, replied Mequlnez,
drawing himself up proudly; there are TOO many
tender associations, and your corpse Is too I'M
worthy to press the ground where her sacred feet
| have so often trodden'
Vicente WINGED
Though not too holy place for your own
corpse to rest, perchance7' queried he.
But the crowd getting impatient OF the
conversation and urged the principals to their
| business There was nothing for it but to fight
| here so Mequnez mad to yield on that point
| The combatants now took off their NANTES
| Each drew his navajo, or long knife, from us
rasping sheath and the duel began.
/ Both were good fencers, buenos tiradores, and
seemed pretty equally matched. For what
Vicente had in weight and height Mequnez made
up for in activity. Thrust and parry. thrust and
parry parry and thrust. Eyes alert, teeth nara
set Each in deadly earnest. AT length, Mequlnez
cleverly administered to his opponent the cnlrlo,
or face cut which laid open Vicente's left cheek
from ear to nostril. bravo! Bravo. came QUIZ
zing about him from the spectat ors. I'm bueno
! chirlo.' I'm diestro javeque'' and other similar
| expressions of eulogy But the combat proceeded
| as II nothing had happened, and the next thing
! that occurred brought the end with It, The tra-
dores were in the act OF recoiiing from , one an
other after a fierce collision when the displace-
! ment Of round stone under the foot or Mequlnez
caused him to swerve. His attention lor the
moment was diverted by the incident and Vicente,
seizing the opportunity, let his navajo fly from his
! hand The horrd blade found a sheath In Me-
quinezs body. The wounded man dropped.
II am done for he murmured Withdrawing
| the blade Then all anger faded from his face
| and great consuming sorrow filed IT.
! And no in the wide. wide world 70 take
message to Leona. Leona-la forera-la horera
! hermosa" ~
With heavy sob the brave Mequnez fell back
ward dead. -,
| CONGRATULATIONS Of the bystanders. but, jumping
into his shallop pulled down the river WINNER
he went one knew. but 1t seems certain ne
fled the country for years passed away ana ne
did not come back. Whether II was remorse or
fear Of apprehension or more likely still. fear OF
Leona herself that drove him away cannot De
told When ne did at length return Seville had
forgotten him. 80 go
| on the morning Of this checkered day Murillo
waited and waited hour after hour FOR his Mag
dalena." But she came not At length, I'M
patience drove him forth TO ascertain the reason
Of her non-appearance. She was not on the
bridge and had not been there the whole morn
ing But loafer readily undertook TO conduct
the painter her home beyond the suburbs,
where. he said. she lived with her aged father
Walking forward at smart pace with MS guiue
a few steps ahead. Murillo soon reached the now
er- girls dwelling and Diminishing his attendant
passed through the wicket-gate and found him.
self a the door OF low. tmber-built cottage.
He knocked quite timidly for though great
man ne was a very modest one. In few seconds
the door slowly opened and displayed Leona be-
! hind It, Murillo stood dumb with awe. gazing
reverentially at the figure before him. This was
no model for a Magdalena-it was the Magdalena
| herself. Pald cheeks bereft OF their blush tint.
dark deep eyes drawing ones gaze inward into
the sombre depths Of immeasurahe sorrow; mute.
coloress lips. whose wondrous curves eloquently
expressed world OF love cruelty crushed be-
! spoke condition pitiabe beyond description.
! 'Oh. sefor.' the poor girl cried. covering her
| eyes and breaking down into a storm OF sobs.
Murilo. hat humby in hand crossed the thresh-
old and. putting his delicately about her. led
her to a seat. There she struggled with her pas