The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-01-28
The Love of ZazeIIa,

Oh 4 guitar accompanied py the linking
Of mandolin that we waltzed TO on those
happy nights of the past.
The music of a guitar brings ii all back
TO me with a sudden rush of bitterness.
One year ago tonight he and 1 waItzed
together for the last time.
The hot blood suFges through my veins
ana seem to hear once more MS tender
voice and feel the hot breath tanning my
face as he tells his love SO low and APP
peaiing. Nc one can understand my feel
ings as We drifted on through that sooth-
ing yet maddening waltz in the silvery,
tempting fight of the moon.
He was a rich young Englishman, and I
feared that he would not love me, only a
little Spanish girl, but my deep love was
drawing him on, and some day l hoped
that he would be mine.
A year ago tonight we were at "a ball.
| and after the first delicious waltz he left
me, saying he would come back soon,
I and when ne did return woman was
leaning on his arm. She was OF the deli
Z cate type of English girl, with languid
/ blue eyes, brownish golden hair and per-
/ feet complexion. thought her lovely.
/ but so cold, no emotion whatever, even
/ while leaning on him.
! How glad 1 am that I can feel, even il
| it be only pain,
| He introduced her TO me as a friend
who happened TO stop over in her travels,
/ and I wandered aimlessly around. leaving
] him TO enjoy his friends company.
Finally I stopped behind some large
palms which formed a screen, and sat
thinking OF him. / was so happy and
trusting in the security of mis- love. Sud
denly 1 heard some one talking on the
other side of the palms, and hearing my
own name l listened. How can | believe
what L hear.
Yes, my love, these Spanish girls are
fine to flirt with. Then can love with an
intensity that would set some men on
fire, and l admit that l have quite en-
joyed it all, but, you know, my darling,
that l am true to you deep down in my
heart, and I should have forgotten how
to make love without some one TO prac-
tice with. and she was the prettiest of the
lot You must net be jealous
mo, Frederick, I am not jealous. 1t is
not that, but she loves you, and 1t is
wicked of you TO fiirt with her. Every
flash Of her glorious eyes and every smile
of the crimson lips are for you. Hers is
a deep passion that she canot overcome
easily"
Oh, if she could only have known how
easily L had overcome it. How easy he
had made it for me.
They move away and begin the dance
the dance that should have been mine Il
still crouch behind the palms, my mind in
such a tumult l scarcely know what L
am doing.
She IS gone now; gone with his kiss
upon her lips. 1 saw them as he told her
"Au revoir'' on the other side of those
same palms. He is looking and inquiring
for me- l hear him say I must have gone
home. 1 know where he will go to find
me.
Slipping from my hiding place I run
swiftly yet silently on to our trysting |
place. My guitar. the one he gave me,
lies on rustic seat; pick it up and my
purpose grows stronger. Hearing a foot
step l look up and see him coming to- !
wards me with outstretched hands and |
smiling face.
"Ah, zazella, my queen, why did you
"Hush.' I cry, chow dare you say that !
to me after all 1 saw; all I heard tonight |
You start back, you wonder? Don't you |
think I am going to let you live to love
her while ! am forsaken? Never,"
I go closer to him as l speak; see the
smile leave his handsome face and
5afled look take its place. That one look
is the last touch to my already blazing
anger.
Il will kill you" I cry. My voice chok-
ing with suppressed fury.
4 should have known better than to
trust anyone with a faint of Spanish
blood, not TO think of a full-blooded one,''
he muttered, turning away.
I could not bear either love or country !
insulted. and maddened beyond endurance
sprang after him and as he turned his
white face toward me again l plunged the
shining dagger into his heart. I drew it
out quickly as he gasped one word ga
zellar' and fell to the ground
He will never tell her of his love again.
The thought fills me with wild exulting
Joy, and L am happy. Then / stop and
kiss the uDturned face. kiss the already
cold lips; fiercely, passfonately 1 kiss the
wound
The thought comes to me like lightning
What if l am discovered" l turn and
lee to my own chamber, where I care
July remove all traces of blood. then go
10 the window and look out. The scene
before me is one of exquisite beauty. I a
IAN hear the music.
I cannot see him lying haIf-buried in
he tall grass, but still / know he is
here with wild white face in the moon
light.
Throwing myself on the floor by the
window ! try to think. I cannot describe
ny thoughts. They are bitter, yet there ( .
eems to be a fierce pride in my heart
It the thought that he cannot love her
gain. Finally, the horror and crime over
,ome me, and 1 pray as never human
prayed before.
1 kneel there clasping my beads and
he little cross to my aching heart, in a
Umb, blind way. until the sun. peepiug
ver the line Of hazy blue hills in the !
distance. reminds me mat / must 90
omething, yet I dare not move. The
,ain a. my heart is maddening; my
.reath comes in short gasps; l fear detec-
ion, yet hardly care. Why should 1
are? He is gone and I can never be
appy abain.
1 throw myself on my couch and try
nd collect my wandering thoughts and
est. Ny mind seems slipping from me-
nd I fall asleep and 90 not awake IN
il the sun ) sinking. !
go out on the balcony and they tell !,
ne he has been found dead, murdered. I
N calm and collected. showing no emo
ion; indeed, / felt none. Don Lucas has
cen accused of It. He is ny rejected
over. and has been heard 10 threaten =
frederick. Ny heart gives joyous
ouad Yes let him suffer for It. He
ated Frederick and I hate him.
Gathering a lot q crimson passion
overs 20 where they have placed my
we. The room is silent and lone, and I z
ip in and place the flowers over the r.
found. r
When : raise ny eyes. she. the fair ii
FEATURE he loved & watching NE. Com
Il toward me she holds out her hands. n
~ 7 draw back she says softly: c
Don't ee afraid 81 ne 7 am your ir
read. a0d-and We both loved Rim q
She takes ms not hand in her cold ore K
issins back the damp haiT from my brow q
-d M hearc goes strangely out 70 Der o
be lays bunch q pure white flowers
2 his breast ~