Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1895-12-07
LOVES SACRIFICE.

into view. Ragged, dirty, unkempt,
footsore, painting from the blazing Au-
gust sky, they were truly n pitiable
sight, though they held up their heads
defiantly, and smiled derisively Mt the
insulting epithets and grimaces which
the lower classes heaped upon them, es-
pecially in the vicinity of any officers
residence. The better class of the
striking contrast to the jeers and gibes
of the baser sort-the men, by their
suilen, indignant looks; the women, by
frequent sobs and tears and smothered
exclamations of Los desgraciados!"
"Que lastima! Dios los ayude!"
The time was 1851, directly after the
capture of Crittenden. Lopez's brave
lieutenant, in his ill-starred expedition
to Cuba. He and his Spartan remnant
were these forlorn prisoners.
When they reached the Gale de Ia
1.amparilla, one of the narrow streets
of tine city, the guards suddenly halted
the column and reverently barred their
heads. A funeral procession was ap-
proaching from the opposite direction,
and the line was pushed close toward
the houses jutting on the narrow foot
way, scarcely worth the name of u side
walk.
A youth among the foremost prison
crs, who, evidently, had not the forti-
tude of his older companions, judging
by his bowed head and deep detection,
now looked up with wan smile of rec
ognition as n pair of dark eyes brim-
ming with tears gazed through lat
ticed window at the pitiful sight.
"Amaiia!" he whispered.
"Robercito! Is it indeed your Oh,
how terrible! 1 did not dream you were
with them"
Dearest cousin, save me-" he re-
piled in Spanish as fluent as her OVID.
1--WE are all condemned to be shot in
two days, perhaps sooner. l um too
young to die"
Would that 1 could, nino querido,
but, alas! l am powerless as q lamb
among wolves"
"Analita, don't say that! You have
friends, lovers, among the Spaniards.
For the love of my mother"
Forward, march," rang on the mir,
and the weary column passed on to the
dungeons of Morro castle.
That night the Senorita Amalia de
Valdez was dream of loveliness as
she reclined listlessly among the cush-
ions of lounge in her handsome salon.
Tall, exquisitely formed, with jetty
tresses framing softly rounded face,
with midnight eyes" so large, SO liq-
uid so lustrous that her admirers en-
hausted the aftluence of their honeyed
tongues in praising them; with mouth
whose twin carnations, perfect in re-
pose, were still more enchanting when
her smile disclosed the dazzling teeth
within-it is no wonder she was con-
in a capital famed for the grace and
loveliness of it's women.
The young Capt. Antonio de Ramon,
who presently entered, was so enrap-
tured with her appearance that only the
presence of the inevitable duenna re-
strained him from throwing himself
at her feet in reality, as well as IN the
formal saiutation with which Spanish
gentlemen greet all ladies.
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She responded i'll the same fashion,
only kissing his hands (tiguratively)
instead of his feet. But she looked pre-
occupied, sad, Respondent. He seated
himself near her, while the duenna,
her gentle Tia Maria, retired to dis.
tant corner and, opening prayer book
was soon entirely ito all appearances
at least) absorbed in it's perusal.
Tell me, my SOUL" said he, why are
you so melancholy
A sigh was the only response.
"Ah, yes! know your tender heart
aches for the prisoners you must have
seen to-day. Poor fellows! Theirs
is terrible fate. But, tell me, wha,
is it you wished to ask me? Can there
be wish of yours would not CRAFTY
at the risk of my life, if need be?
have your precious billet safe here,
nnd lie pointed to his heart. "You have
but to command and 1 will obey"
'Tia mia, said Amalia, turning to hel
aunt, Il have mislaid my pearl bracele
upstairs. viii you kindly look for it 2
The duenna vanished as if she ha,
expected the request. On the instan
Amalia said to him:
you have often sworn that you Low,
me to distraction, is it not SO, An
tonito?"
What happiness it was for him t.
hear from her lips the diminutive tito
added to his name, which, in itself, i
q caress in words.
"My life, with all my heart and soul,
he exclaimed, seeking to embrace heI
But she drew back.
mo, give myself only to him VIII
proves his love-"
what can l do for you, beloved
Dispose of me as you will for life."
''lt is life ask. Sit here beside mt
dearest, and will tell YOU"
She then related the scene of tn
morning, her discovery that Roberto
who had passed the previous winte
in Havana with the family. was NO,
among the prisoners.