The herald., 1895-07-28

delighted tho youths OF the orient;
Sometimes reclined in the shade OF tree
while tho master regaled them with
Tales of the great university near to tho
holy Los Angeles.
Constantly, patiently, frutlessly planned
-, the lads Of the ancient village,
Thrice they attacked the good master,
and thrice vas his strong arm victor.
ious.
So many glad tomorrows came and went
Bavies of maidcns still
Flocked to the school for love of the mas
ter; but the fate Of the master seemed
l4inEod with the fate OF Anta-Anita the
love of Don Carlos.
Raptured She listened to many vow,
beautiful wonderfully eloquent,
ttcred so fervently, poured out so tragi.
=, cally. moving heart of stone
Even to love him that uttered it. Much
was Anita moved. knowing that
Carlos was always so jeaously watching
her, doubling her, loving her
She was so strangely placed. Knowing
knowing that gr-lke. her heart was for
Carlos because of his foolshness,
ldloness. ignorance. la1iness, recklessness,
constant unwurthiness
Nothing remained but TO love young Dor
Carlos and hope to reform him;
told the old, sweet story, tt
Sighed she IN doubt and dread; dcubtinA
II twere well to fling his heart away;
Dreading the sure sad fate she knew
would be hers with Don Carlos.
knowing her weakness. she left all to
Fortune, blind sister of Cupid.
Ear in tho northland Mongollon ap rosa,
and away IN the hazy
Southland cleaned always the snow.
white and lofty Pinalos.
Who should be first at the summit then
chosen, summit of fortune,
Sho would bo his through all the eternal,
changeless years
Mounting their broncos at the appointed
hour, away dashed the rivals.
South to the river sped Lorinus and joy-
ously spake to his bronco,
And as he merrer grew. sang he the
songs OF the Trou badours' times,
Songs Of the lovers OF Spain. Over the
foothills and up the slope.
Breathless he struggled. BY noontime
his banner would wave at the SUM
NIT.
What was that! Just above, near to the
narrow trail where he must pass so
soon.
Seemingly seeing him not, stood wild
Apache, gaudy with war paint
Noiselessly backward Lcrinus turhed, and
seeking another trail,
Clambe high up the mount tain, only to
see another Apache
Standing alone above the trail ana watch-
ing the eagles hight.
Twice more he wheeled about and twice
more saw willy Apache
Decked with CAV warpaint. The fourth
seeing LOrinus, yelled amain,
Whereat the mountainside echoed thous.
and yells from throats of Apaches.
Now was the race for love changed to
race for life. Down the mountain
Came the demoniac band like lava-hood
hot from crater,
Striking his spurs in the sides of the ter
rifed bronco. Lorlnus
Dashed down the mountain and over the
Close came the murderous band, and close
shrieked the murderous bullets.
On went the terrible rout with Lorinus
now gaming. now losing hope.
Now it seemed that an agile Apache
would close with Lcrinus;
Now was Lorinus speeding away before
them like tornado.
So came they down to the Salt river, now
all a-hood, ana the fugitive
Plunging in boldly and manfully stem.
ming the tide was soon safely over,
When, glancing fearfully backward. he
saw on the opposite bank, looking
Hideous in Indian apparel and warpaint,
all OF the lads of the village.
Who gave one long. loud shout for Don
Carlos and vanished straightway.
Instantly knowing all, Lorinus cursed
Don Carlos and his kindred
Bountifully, from his full heart. and VOW
ing revenge on the poor fools,
Lately Apaches, he wended his weary way
to the cheerless village.
vi.
All was ended now, the hope and the tear
born of loving,
All the aching OF heart and the restless.
unsatistied longing;
And as he pressed once mora the nerveless
hand to his forehead,
Meekly he bowed his head and murmured,
Fools, fools, | curse yep'
VII.
Still stands the schoolhouse antique; and
under the trees in the schoolyard
Linger the self-same maidens that were
there in the days. long ago!
Old, old times, now deeply entombed
past all recall, save in memory,
While rs mortals we tread this changing,
changeless globe of ours.
Patient, earnest, not loving, the master
still faithfully tolls away.
Bright are his eyes. cut not with lovel
sweet his revenge is unto him.
Patiently wait the maidens around the
old schoolhouse. Impatient,
Restless grown, the lads of the village
sigh in their loneliness;
And afar in the desert the widest
Apaches still sing of the
Love of Lorinus; and signing, the breezes
bear burden alway.