The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1898-07-22

resorted to diplomacy to regain the
foothold he had lost. He sought out his
friend Galvan and besought him to help
turn the tide of his owe affair.
The marquis redOubled his efforts at
putting himself in the foremost social
rank at the capital. He gave ever more
lavish dinners On his tables were
the wines and champagnes that were
the talk of Washington, for the mar
quis' estates in Spain produced the
finest sherries in the world, and in the
vaults of his ancestral home were vim
tages quaffed by non but the mobiles Of
Europe.
Nothing that money could buy was
left Impoverished by the marquis to
produce brilliant effect. He had the
finest equipages in Washington. His
servants were dressed in the most brill
liant hues and were fairly burdened
with gold lace. He himself was the
prince Of dandies.
Yet all his display failed to touch
the n person he sought to impress.
But he persisted as only a love blind
sutton will.
Again his friend Galvan came to his
aid. Another great reception was CIV
en- at the Turner mansion. The mar
quis was again an honored guest. Then
a little game of strategy was PLAYED by
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anteroom, screened by palms and dra-
peries from the great ball room, he
managed to meet Miss Lily with only
a few attendants.
At a p~rearranged request from a
friend he had picked up his guitar. and
while his inamOrita and her friends
%languidly famed themselves and listen
ed, he began to play those magic, rap
turous airs Of Andalusia on the instru-
ment of which he was D subtle master,
and added to it the music of his pas
sionate voice.
Many a serenade had he sung under
Moorish porticos to senoritas of royal
rank. Never had he failed to call
forth love glints in naughty Castilian
eyes.
AS the marquis reached his favorite
rhapsody, the Bedouin love song, his
audience grew. The guests locked in
from the ball room and the veranda.
But u~nmindful of their presence, his
eyes were xed upon his face, the only
one he saw. His 1.-the form swayed
to the rythm of the music of his gui-
tar as he threw all the fervOr of his
passionate heart into those burning
words:
Out of the desert l come to thee
On my Arab shod with fire,
And the winds are left behind
In the speed of my desire.
Under thy window 1 stand
And the midnight hears my cry:
| love thee, l love thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold g
And the stars are old
And the leaves of the Judgment book
unfold.
Unconscious of his increasing audience
ne went on from verse to verse, each
minute taking a step near and nearer
his now embarrassed hostess.
The significant smiles that had first
passed from face to face among the
company, now grew into
sympathetic emotion. But the Span
lard, absorbed in pouring out his hearts
love in song, the only way left open to
him, came to the lines of thai last i'm
passioned verse:
From thy window look and see
My passion n my pain.
I lie on the sand below
NJ l faint in thy disdain.
Let the night winds touch thy brow
With the breath of my burning sigh,
And melt thee to hear the vow
OF a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold
And the stars are old,
And the leaves of the judgment book
At the final words he threw down
his guitar and fell at his loved ones
feet.
Lily Turner, blushing crimson with
CONSERVATION, fled from the scene
without so much as lifting her cavalier
to his feet. The little company broke
up and retreated in equal confusion,
deeply affected by the scene.
The young marquis never appeared
in Washington society again. He re-
signed and sailed for Spain in a few
weeks.
Lily Turner was shortly after mar
ried to Mr.. Dudley Milliken, a brilliant
and wealthy lawyer of New York City.
Three years ago, his widow, who still
retained the bloom of youth, was mar
ried to Mr.. w. T.. Abram, a prominent
merchant Of Louisville, Ky.
Now a proud American woman, n
of the leaders in Kentucky's exclusive
society, daily scans the papers for
news of her former Spanish lover.
With a true American woman's pa
triotism she declares she does not SYM
pathize with him in his present po-
sition, but there is in her eyes the half
sad and wistful@ look of d tender wo-
mans nature. who cannot e to see
i'll befall the nan whom she has once
held in warm regard, even if that feel
ing did not ripen into love.
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Big Owl.
A decidedly tracy" encounter be-
tween a bicyclist and an owl tool place
a few nights ago on the road from
Covington to Pavilion, a few miles
southeast Of Buffalo. ohm Martin was
wheeling home to the former place and
was just going at good C down
Sprague hill when something struck