The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-08-08


should know his daughter; and arose
one morning and went to solve this
thing. He walked under those ire
mendous arches, and the aqueduct
seemed striding today with giant
strides. Later, he entered Paula's
house.
Let them be thrown together"
cried he, walking about over the glazed
tiles, to see if they care for one an
other. Mauricio will be a mailman yet,
if you don't. What-can't you give
him that little pleasure? She shall
take embroidery lessons Of Gertrudis.
In my garden Mauricio shall find her.
TO hold her away from him is crime"
DO what you will, cried Paula, bit
terly. 81 know that fate will steal her
yet"
Every Sunday afternoon Felipa came
to Don Ildenfonso's. She did not know
who lived next door; nor did Ildefonso
tell to Noriega that Felipa sat in the
garden.
"Mauricio," he once said, "come
through the wall at o'clock. We shah
have a little party
At entered Felipa, dressed in feecy
yellow. Soon Mauricio walked through
, the rent in the wall.
Il think you have forgotten me-
she said.
He held his finger in book. "That
She started up; it was strange for
him to say that. His face was full
of power, and she sat down, the sun
in the rumpled folds of her yellow
| dress making skeins of light.
who are you?" she asked
That which broke forth to tell her
was crushed by him. 1t would scare
her; she would lose her naturalness,
perhaps flee. To keep just this he
would have died
"a friend of Don ndefonso,' he said
IT live in there"
Like child she seemed to feel that
she must say something. do you re-
| member when l put my hair in ii -
she faltered, with bushes.
TT is stranger that you remembered
| me-" he answered. mo one does
She turned quick eyes of pity on him.
"Oh,' she said, with the tender impulse
to heal, "yol are lor,ely."
You see,' he replied, after a pause,
Il have to live by myself"
She smiled with dainty jest You'd
better get married. she said.
Il have more need of daughter"
| answered he, that wife"
She said no more; he had made her
| solemn.
DO your read" he asked; and when
| she nodded he handed her the book.
| Read this
| him, and she stared at it. He had
| gone before she wanted him to. She
| started up, and slipped to the wall,
and peeped into his garden There the
white zapotes hung down like apples,
| and the garden was empty. Every
thing else was empty. She came back
| and sighed. Having sat down she
| opened the book and read:
| 20 weird and mighty solace thou hast
come,
Q voice, too sweetly laden to be
| dread"
| Sometimes for weeks he could not
| bear to see her, and was always afraid
! to tell her who he was. That might
| make her hate him; whereas now she
| seemed to love him as he wished his
/, daughter to love him. The days were
| sweet; he would drink them; Felipa
must soon learnt was but a chance
| that many tongues had not already
told her. Paulas life was cut away,
| 1ldefonSo left it to Mauricio, and for
| tune kept putting the chance off. And
as things were, he had her; as things
| might be, he might have her, no more
| She would not have missed a Sunday
| in the garden for all the world. She
| dreamed of him; and when Paula turn
| ed her hardening face to her daughter.
the girl shut herself up and cried. No
| thought of danger; Felipa herself knew
only that she loved, that she wept all
night and longed for him all day.
Once, he came into the garden bring
ing some books. She, in white. had
watched for him. When he saw her
the books fell, for he had almost cried
his secret. That deed must come; like
gambler, he would some day risk it
all. Because he looMed agitated, she
paled and became agitated. too. She
yearned over him, trembled, and drop
ped her head to the back of the bench.
She wanted to be taken. He could al
most have believed she knew.
"Felipa!" She started up; then, for
long time, he said nothing, for her
face gave back to him all that his life
had lost On the top of life's lone pin
nacle, her love stood. 'Felipa-I have
now the strength to tell YOU"
But she was too fragile to take it all
in at once. She believed she would have
died to hear love spoken. That was
why she ran away white fugitive, out
of the garden, down the street. There
was only one thing she longed to do
to return to him. SO she fled the fas-
ter. He stood by the red vine and the
| books. His daughter-how beautiful
| she was!
| On Saturday night he came to the
| governors house, where many people
| gathered. Imperialists and Republic
| ans were brothers at last, and here
met. Mauricio walked in the patio,
where azucenas thrust up green broad
| swords Dim corridors stretched on
| either hand and women moved in them.
| Felipa came by, saw him, and could
go no farther. She had barely begun
TO be seen at places like this. She