The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1897-11-26

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these while she talked 10 him, and
when she had finished she started 10
draw the back of her wrist across her
mouth; but remembering the teachings
of school and the presence OF the for
eign young man, she took out her
handkerchief He had meant 20 ask
for that handkerchief, the white signal
which had Auttered in the air; but he
saw that IT was grimy and unexpected,
so he asked for the wire ring she wore
instead. Alicia parted with it as
though it had been very precious.
Then she brushed the crumbs from
her black frock and stood up. Il
must go now, she said, with an accent
that kept the words from being COM
monplace.
First tell mo where you live, he
asked.
She pointed over to the patch Of
feathery pink. ''In the white house
in them trees"
'What is your fathers name2"
'Mateo Manzelo," she answered,
winding one of her heavy braids
around her hand
Il will come to see you tonight, -
he told her.
Yes, she murmured, with musical
Indifference, as she went leisurely up
the pathway and never once looked
back.
The man rode on to the hotel and
returned TO real life as he asked if a
valise and a trunk had come and il
there were any letters for Nelson
/ Cameron. There was one. After he
had had his luncheon he sat on the
long piazza, from which the snow
capped mountains could be seen
through the climbing roses, and read
it. But the letter was dull, and tho
memory of the brown hair and eyes
that had always seemed the most beau
tiful in the world paled beside that o.
two soft black braids and two orbs as
soft and as black. There was a vagu
promise that the owners of the brown
hair and eyes might be in California
too, ere long. Cameron was not 81
pleased as he tried to think he was
lie began to imagine the meeting o
that night
1t came about. OLD Marzelo AM
his fat, black-wrapped wife did no
object to him in the least. He Wake,
for hours up and down she moonli
road, with Alicia's hand in his ant
went from her-a Lord Lovel on
steed Of ghttering steel-at midnight
The poison was in his blood. II,
had eaten of the lotus, and he forgo
home and the past. He gave rockies
rein to the course of young blood
And so fortnight passed away
There were no more letters. The
were being sent to Santa Barbara
where he had told the brown-eye
girl that the first weeks in Marc
would find him. He had not write
to her. He had meant to. But it wa
the land of POGO tempo.
In pursuance Of the romance he wa
living, he one day put on the dirt
overalls and coat of old Manzelo an
went with Alicia to the San Gabrit
, railway station to wash and pac
oranges Alicia was dressed in fade
dark blue, with yellow handkerchiC
around her neck and a pink bow j
: her hair. She was very pretty, an
t very open in accepting the open devc
r ton Of the American. 1t was still jul
. o lark for him. 1t was rather MOI
for her-a little more.
A tally-ho drove up to the static
f and the driver stopped it, that h
; party of tourists might watch one
the really picturesque scenes left
1 the United States. Some of the was
ers looked up. Cameron and Allie
Manzelo were talking together al
# did not Both were gazing light 10y
into each others eyes. The boss
the gang came up to the tally-ho wi
/, a handful of oranges. The finest on
h all wet and glistening with its scru
IS bing, he offered to the girl on Il
"a front seat
5S LudAh JOu. w udJ ppl6uu
d onel" she pr aised. 81 am so thirs
re THAT it will taste good.
e. MAY I peel it for you?" he aske
Id with an infection that showed h
IN English at once.
D? He had not offered to peel them +
?" the others, but this was a very beau
in full woman, with brown hair and
Id skin that reminded him of the WON
lie at home. While he prepared it, S
he looked at the workers. And when
e. handed it to her:
IS. 'oThank you, she said again, ga
to can you tell me who that man by 1
IS girl in the blue gown is? He is c
re IDENTIFY not a Mexican"