The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-05-06

Proverbs.
fCopyright. 1ses by the Author.l
1t will not all end In smoke. as far as
the cigar girl Of Seville IL concerned,
this old Spanish question aaitating the
rim Of two hemispheres today. Across
the Guadalquivir the Queen Of Anda-
lusia, the Mother Of Murillo, the city Of
poets and loves, arises--Sevilie and It's
bell tower in this sunset light like q
rose flame threading dream. l'fs
Like q tall spark from our puros"
(cigars), the cigar girl Of Seville says
as she losses her head and bends again
over her life work. and as tourist and
artist you catch your breath as for one
more good puff at the practical-the
toll that is going on before your very
eyes in the fabrica de tabacos oman.
ufactory of tobacco). It is a solemn
building whose facade might be that Of
a town hall or a museum of the fine
arts, but through its barred windows
you glimpse very new and very in
teresting landscape of the spirit-the
fair Sevillana, the cigar girl of Seville.
Come this way, through the rooms
where the tobacco leaf is crushed and
triturated. You will sneeze severely for
two minutes as you pass through it.
And there is the gallery, where your
ears are assailed by--let me try to find
simile for dear, harmless feminine
chatter. Silence in woman is still the
unknown quantity that will some day
round out some discoverer's life to
big, big medal from some royal humane
society or life saving institution. /
doubt if the deliver get ID. Pardon me-
my Seville sisters /, too, am woman.
But, oh, what chatter within the gal
lery of the cigarrerasl You are first ar.
rested by the color, the color inevitable
OF Moorish, mosaic Spain. The walls
are covered with sbswls, hsndkerchiefs,
scarfs-the forgery Of her everyday cos
tune which the cigar girl must lay
aside when she enters the room daily.
They would fill a thousand and one
junkshops, these particolored garments
like flags of all nations.
The dress that the cigar girl wears
while at work is red and white. The |
heat is very great in this long gallery, |
in order that the leaf may not be injur-
ed as 1t is rolled, and the little cigar
girl has to Tighten her clothing as much
AS possible for bare comfort; so that |
you see among these bending forms
necks and shoulders Of lovely contours
that Murillo might have copied for his
Mother of God.
Hundreds Of dusky faces from every
province of Andslusia look up as you
enter the room. The effect of these dark,
large, lustrous eyes upon you is, for the
quite stupendous. Then they
bend over their work, chatting, laugh
ing, IN lingo you cannot catch-with
! toss of the dark braided head and a
smile of freemasonry running the long
line OF full red lips. Your eye wanders
Along the color on those little heads.
What is it? Why, the cigar girl sticks
rose or pink or bunch of field flow
rs in her hair daily; her one remem-
France of gardens and fresh air, poor
hild For her toll is not over till even
ng, when the little flowers have gone to
leep, when only the last rays of dy-
ng sun paint the fields.
a strange whisper buzzes again along
he long gallery. 1t is caused by hun
Ireds Of scissors (tijerras), all working
t the same time, cutting the points Of
he cigars. The Seville proyerbs contain
metrical one which runs
Digo Dios Hombre. ell panque comeras,
Con ell sudor del rostro granarss;
Cigarrera, anadio, tn viviras
(tnYal 10 Taa L
"God said TO man: The bread thou
attest shalt thou gain by the sweat Of
by brow. Cigar girl, he added, thou
halt live by the tijerra (scissors) by
making iris iris, tras." And the ut
nost that the cigar girl can make with
er "tris, tris. tras" is little over q
rancs day Gao cents). But then how
title makes her happy! AS to meals
he takes them to her factory-garlio,
ardines, red behring's, yellow grapes or
Seville melon.
"lsn't there Spanish proverb,"
'hisks out the cigar girl contemptuous-
7, Dinner has killed more men than
Ivicenna (Spain's great doctor) ever
ured?' "
And then there is the coming dance
} think Of, when she will eat, oh, she
ill eat-slices of Goldfish fried in oil,
nall sardinesl Our Lady Of Succor,
,ink Of it! She must be thinking of It
ow, the cigar girl, / think, as see
er white teeth glisten beyond her bar
red lips, and wicked witchery of a ,
tile laugh rolls down the room. And I
hen there is her lover to think of, for. {
HON she conceals cigar in her dark
raids, naughty pussl The cigar girl
espises the Madrilena (lady Of Madrid)
All, her long foot, senior; her dead t,
yes, senor" Vain little puss of a cigar
irl OF Seville, thou hast right to thy I
retty vanitiesl
Among the cigar girls the married q
roman also works. And there is little
rown Pedro in the cradle by her side.
he is busy at three things-eating,
ocking Pedro with her foot and rolling
cigar. None but Sevillana, and q
eville cigar maker at that, could do il.
low her hands work. Those hands han I
IL.