The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1900-03-30
SOMETHING
BETWEEN US
How q Spanish Girls Presence Of
Mind Saved Trouble.


"But no one has seen me. The grove
is as silent as at midnight"
"Ah, yes" she sighed. ut is always
silent-only the whispering OF the
wind In the branches, only the wall OF
the storm through the limbs or bird
voice, but no human sound comes to
my ears. All day long l sit here and
sometimes all the night, while my
heart goes out, out, and l long for
wings to fly away after it,"
"But would you fly with meT
She regarded me moment curiously,
silently, with what seemed to me a
melting tenderness In her melancholy
eyes, the leveled glances shooting
straight at me over the tips Of her fan.
At last:
"You are a stranger in SpainT
The voice was low, but clear and
vibrant. The question might imply re-
proof or pardon, perhaps both, for
what woman does not delight to infiict
the one that she may bestow the other?
"Yes, comparative stranger, but |
have lived here long enough to like
your people, and love your language"
"Only the language? Have you found
nothing else to commend"
Indeed, yes; the climate, the
churches, the glorious ruins"
"But the climate is from God; the
ruins were left us by the Moors. What
what do you think of the ladies'"
"Alas, have met so few. Like your
self, they are so closely immured In
their inaccessible dwellings that /
know less OF them than l could wish.
But from the glimpses l have caught,
from the fair faces have seen, have
concluded that it is well for me l do
not know them better"
"Ah, then you must be woman
hater My aunt has told me that the
Americans are cold and Indifferent.
She has been in Cuba"
"Not so, lady; not so. They are more
truly lovers of your sex than perhaps
| the most impassioned of your country
men. But those cruel walls, these iron
bars-these barriers to freedom-be-
| hind which you are imprisoned appall
us. In America women are free"
at is quite different here" she sigh
| ed again. 1--WE are never trusted out
! OF sight. Even now. l have no doubt,
some one is watching you, here at my
window, so close to me. / can see my
aunt's eyes now peeplng at us through
the jalousies, and as for Felipe, why,
he will be mad with jealousyw
But what will they do to your de-
| manded.
"Do? To me? Nothing. They will
not dare. But you-are you afraidT
Il do not know why should be; do
your
eyes"
"well, then, do not tell me, for If you
do
WHAT"
"Oh my brain might be filed with
visions of outraged relatives demand
| ing satisfaction, of Toledo blades WELD
ed by practiced hands, of myself lying
| wounded, PROSTATE and all for a brief
moments taste Of transitory bliss"
The black eyes dilated, the red lips
| parted. showing pearly teeth from be-
tween which she breathed a crisp eX-
clamation: "Dios! But that is what
|
my cousin. He is indeed practlced
with the Toledo; he could cut you to
| pieces!'
Bother Cousin Felipe and his Tole-
do! / can care for him, If he doesn't
sneak up behind and stick me in the
back with a Spanish cuchillo. But why
'bewareY"
"Why? Ay de mi! l told you to go
long minutes past. Why did you not?'
"There was but one reason-your-
self"
! "Then"-she leaned forward and
whispered, her breath upon my cheek
"there shall be no reason; will with
draw it." She thrust forth her hand,
white, slender, jeweled, and allowed
me to touch the tips Of her fingers
| with my own. The trace Of a smile
flickered across her face, but in her
| eyes was suggestion Of troubled
| thoughts.
There is something between u.s."
murmured. you do not deny itY'
| "No. | cannot" she replied. "but yet
| it Is something that will serve to keep
us forever apart. Adios. Go now!'
"Do not send me away" | pleaded.
| And with a half glance over my shout
| der | added, ION the other side Of the
| grove. at the window Of the house near
| the foot of the hill. | have often seen a
| young man standing. clinging to the
| bars for hours and conversing with a
| young woman within"
| Yes. true" she admitted. with n
| pretty shake of her head and fash of
| the fan as at an imaginary enemy.
| But he is her lover. Our customs
| sanction his presence there, because =
because he has declared his Intentions.
He is her novio, you see"
| "Then let me be yours" exclaimed,
rushing headlong to whatever fate was
| to be mine lat least for the time he
| ing. Cannot we play at love? can
still sigh like furnace. | can shy
| soft nothings."
"Oh, no, no, no! That would not be
right"
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