Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1900-11-08
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nat any sane man COulu De mauly
in love with the original of that pho
tographs of Don Pablo with the most
intense amazement, Then he reflected
that Americans and Englishmen. who
were very much the same to him,
were a queer lot at best He had often
seen them in shops where second
hand articles are sold paying fabulous
prices for old odds and ends, and he
had experienced a plying contempt
for them. He had vague idea that
this young American wanted to add
Engracia tc some grotesque collec-
ton. At any rate, he would be glad
to see her safely married to a rich
man, for should she remain single she
would soon spend all her money and
would come to him for aid. So he
wrote:
If the youth is honorable and pos
sessed of means | can not object to
this Lar?iage. To refuse ~ consent
because we know nothing Of lis fam
lily would be folly, for it is said Amer
leans have no ancestors. If the young
people love each other let them mar
~ as soon as possible. | believe in
| love, my sonora. Love conqrelc all.
once more Don Pablo was smoking
uEdcl the orange tree and gazing alb
| sently al the Giralda tower III tie dis
lance. He was thinking Of low fate,
after having favored him all these
| years, had suddenly seen fit to play
| trick upon him. AS he thus bitterly
| unused the sound of a strange voice
| within the house attracted his atten-
ton. 1t was a fresh young voice and
it was inquiring for him.
"A beggar,' he thought, "and Jua-
quina is telling her where to find me.
What does she mean by it?'
He was about to utter the formula
used by Spaniards when refusing the
opportunities of beggars and had be-
| gun, without turning his head, Par
don me, for Gods sake, sister," when
the woman paused behind him, and
greatly to his CONSERVATION he felt
two arms around his neck, while a
pair Of soft lips touched the brown
leather of his cheek
What does this mean?" he gasped.
/ She laughed lightly and stood before
him a beautiful vision; a young girl
with large, soft, dark eyes and a face
that might have belonged to one of
Murilo's fairest models SO fair did
she seem, her cheeks and lips bloom
ing with youth and health, that she
might have been a sister to the clus-
ter Of roses glowing at her belt. No
beggar this; there was a rustic of silk
under the flmy material of her dress,
and a mantilla of rich lace draped the
masses of her dark hair.
-you-have made a mistake,
81 80. stammered Don Pablo.
u hope not, most sincerely" she
returned laughing. Are you not Don
Pablo RUIZ"
yes, but pardon me, senorita,
have never had the pleasure of meet
ing yorI."
True, but you will know who am
perfectly well if you will but think a
moment"
He shook his head in perplexed
manner and said at last, you have
the accent of Castilian."
Naturally since | was born in Cas-
tillo. oh, Don Pablo, have you not
guessed that am Engracia?"
He looked at her for a moment too
bewlldered to speak; then he said:
Not Engracia; not my ward?"
The very same Am | not like my
picture?' And she threw him laugh
ing glance.
There must have been a mistake"
he cried; Il received the wrong one.
The picture was hideous, while YOU
you" and he paused.
81 will explain" she said, you new
er took the slightest interest in me:
/ knew 1t perfectly well, so | told you
no more Of myself and my affairs
than was absolutely necessary. Then
you wrote me that long letter, which
well-which did not like Then
| sent you the photograph OF a school
mate who is at once the vainest and
the plaiuest of girls You win forgive
me for being prettier than the picture,
won't your"
Forgive you? a woman with your
face might receive forgiveness for
anything" She tapped him lightly on
the cheek with her fan. u am already
inclined to be vain" she said frankly,
so be careful what you say
Then an amusing thought seemed to
strike her and she said; Il am not un-
grateful. but ! always laugh when I
think Of the gloves and shoes you used
to send me. Why did not you take
the trouble to ascertain the sizes |
wear2'
She put forward a small foot ana
held up a slender hand
Don Pablo looked embarrassed. Il
did not know left it TO Juaqulna,
! who sent her own sizes"
The old woman who let me inn"
She laughed and added soberly: But