The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1898-02-28
MY LADY OF MADRID.
THE FAIR CASTELAR, AT HER DEvO-
TONS AND HER ADJUSTMENTS.
None Moro Devout ut Mathis Than She.
None More Gay and Eager at the Sun
day Afternoon Rullnght "A Discreet
and Fascinating Coquette.
[copyright. 1898. by the Author

Copyright 1898. by the Author.1
"Time fiies," saith the epicurean
idler of Granada. Meanwhile study
woman"
am ready to kiss the Koran on it,
and it is my firm belief, that there is
something worthy of perusal if you lift
with me this evening the heavy leathern
curtained portal of this old Spanish ca.
thedral whence the threads of incense
breath unroll and if you come with me
into the cool and numbered solitudes of
saints and subtleties out of a sun that
fries your forehead and reduces your
thinking apparatus to despair. The va
rious chapels are glittering with freely
lights, like garden party in Calcutta.
The altar bell is tinkling for benedic-
ton. 1t is wonderful sight as you
stand with folded arms, or kneel rather,
and look along this mighty ark. The
Spanish woman is kneeling or is pros
trate before one or other of her pet pa
irons, the wax auxiliary for tomorrow's
intrigue or triumph. Her duenna is seat
ed ON the ground beside her. But watch
her-this beautiful Spanish woman!
You catch a glimpse of those twilight
eyes beyond the black cascade of her
lace mantilla as she turns a moment
yes, oquettishly-and draws the man
tilla closer. She prostrates again, and
her devotion is divine. Your eyes are
riveted upon her. Every outline of that
form is duplication and aspiration.
Fair saint, ora pro nobis bursts from
your lips, and your soul ascends with
hers to the Almighty.
The fair senorita rises again, sits
down on the marble floor, and oh, with
what delicate touch draws the man.
| tilla just favoring hairs breadth away
from that delicious olive outline OF
cheek-and plies her fan quite exqui-
sitely. How that fan catches the crimson
of the martyred saint on the window
above! Why, no! The colors on the
beauty's fan are those of her favorite
matadore. What are you thinking Of?
And what is she thinking of as that fan
| coquets and courtesies and then retreats
| The fair senorita makes her obeisance to
the altar, and, with such gentle timidity
follows her duenna out of the church.
The artist leaning against the pillar
catches that roguish look i'll the Spanish
eyes within those little side curls called
picardios (rogueries).
The artist strangers reasoning ap-
paratus begins to work again, and he
knows that this divine devotion he has
Just witnessed is but prelude to to-
morrow, when the fair senorita, bowed
to the dust today, will shout her breath
away at the whirl of blood and dust 60
ing ON within the arena of the corrida
de toros
On your homeward path from vesperl
your attention is arrested bya GROVE
collected around matador in gorgeous
raiment for tomorrow's fete. Watch
the faces of the men III the crowd. The
man who comes under the influence Of
woman rises or falls in the whole scale
of intellectual or moral being. The tel
little fingers of woman that hold ;
mans destiny can guide it to crowns o.
subtract it from glory. Watch the face
; in this main artery of Madrid where thu
hoarse shouts for the "slayer" rise il
deafening thunder. You begin to won
J der if you were wise in leaving you
trusty derringer in your steamer trunl
at the hotel.
, Above, from the balconies so prettil.
shaded by tawny Moorish awnings, tn
watching senorita peeps. She may new
er see her lover alone, so welcome thes
balcony moments, where the two ma.
talk in sign language that to any on
, else on the outside of it all looks lik
the gestures of one in danger OF apo
} plexy. The tourist turns his steps to
! ward the cemetery, feeling trifie lone
l ly amid all these balcony calisthenics
Now, this last resting place of the Cas-
5 lillian noble is "a weird and wonderful
place. The Spanish lady in atfiictio
comes here to hang up new picture i
the mortuary chapel or to go up an
down to the grewsome twilight of til
vault or to sit plunged in grief. Th'
chapel is gorgeous with decoration c
\ mosaic pavement and stained glass win
4 dows and an intricate ironwork OF cary
ed grille through which the tours
stranger may peep. The sanctuary lam
trembles across the skeleton bars lik
the opening eye of the dead. A flight
stairs broad and echoing, go down an
down to the vault below into who's
Q gray shadows the dead Castilian mob
o has been carried this morning only. An
x the poor lady yonder in the black an
u white (the fashionable colors OF Ca
Q lillian affliction) is SO profoundly bowe
J. in grief. The artist tourist Withdraw
q on tiptoe from before the grille.
Il 1t is the afternoon of the mornin
, when the dead count went down to h
q final account. In the noble lady's hou'
Is in Madrid-the lady who owns Il
% mortuary chapel and who sobbed vel
! much this morning-there is quite
y stir going OH. My lady countess
II standing in her room. My lady is stan'
% ing before her mirror, and she is draw
ing, oh, so coquettishly. splendid bla'
lace mantilla around her shapely lit
head, and then she pins, oh, so Jauntil
y a pretty white rose Oh her head, al