The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1900-12-14

friendships or nan with man. even
when tie longed for down has hardly
yet appeared on the upper lip and the
razor is still n joy to be gloated over III
secret.
Inez was her name. and she was tic
Gaughtcr of Don Miguel. Spanish
gentleman who had for n rcasGn which
i did not then know taken up his resi-
dence In Whitby. l had known her
since she was a child of 10 and had
never thought of her more than Of any
other girl in Whitby until one day /
Glanced to sec her in the street with n
new gown on. 1t was wonderful
gown-the skirt OF it was slashcd and
puffed out to the size Of 40 gallon
cask-Gnd as / locked and marveled it
suddenly struck me that the laughing
face above it "aS the most bewitch-
ing l had cvr; s:CGn. Perhaps it was
the fin" dress t.i.it did 1t, and perhaps
it was tic pretty mouth that smiled
and wisEel re Il good day" am not
quite sure which 1t was, but the next
time | net her in the lane near her
fathers house l asked her to be my
sweetheart. After few bushes and
n few kisses she said she would, and
was the p:OItieSt lad in Whitby.
Alec, however, was not pleased at
my success, and very soon he told me
so.
"Jack," he said, 81 didn't think my
sworn shipmate would prove Il traitor"
"a traitor!" l exclaimed. Its a
hard word, and 1 don't know what l
have done to deserve it. How am 1 a
traitor?'
"She is Spaniard, Jack. The Span
iards are the queens enemies, and you
and have said we meant to fight for
the queen"
"Inez is no ones enemy"
"But her father, Don Miguel, is a
Spaniard."
Eyes; 1 suppose he is. Is that all
you have to accuse him OFF, 1 asked,
somewhat nettled at his persistence.
isn't it enough? l tell you that ev-
cry Spaniard is an enemy to England
and Queen Bess, and since my father,
Captain Harry Ireland, was murdered
by the Spaniards every Spaniard Is an
enemy to me-"
"And shall be to me, too." 1 said as
gripped his hand. But / don't see
that the rule applies to the daughters"
Spanish daughters become Spanish
mothers, Jack"
mot when they marry Englishmen."
"Do you mean to marry Inez, then"
he said, looking at me earnestly.
Eyes; when l am old enough, If she
will have me-"
''No fear Of her refusing q stout Eng
lishman! Well, If that is so will say
no more, although l admit I don't like
it."
But, although Alec agreed to let me
have my way, l could see that he was
displeased at what l was doing, and
his displeasure at first angered and
then grieved me.
"Alec," 1 said to him one day. "Pm
going to see Inez tonight VIM you
"Do you really want me to go?'
Eyes, Alec, 1 do"
"Will her father be there's"
"No. We never see him in the even
ing"
"Then, If you are sure of that, / will
go. But have you never guessed, Jack,
why 1t is that you never see Don
Miguel in the EVENING""
Because he Is busy in his work
shop"
"At what sort of work."
"How should know? I never asked
him."
"I will tell you. He Is an alchem
ist."
"WhatY' 1 cried. "Are you sure OF
that, Alec? Alchemy! Why, it's the
devils own trade"
$50 they say. But to me it seem:
that if the devil had any favor for thu
! work, alchemists would be richer thai
they are. It's an i'll trade, though, a
best and not the one 1 should choos'
for my comrades father-in-law."
| This news Of Alec's troubled me, for
though he declared that the devil coul'
| have no share in such profitless toll