St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1902-04-26

"oISuAliH HedfV huecS Oh UQ6 cQcs
I'd of the fallen made it futile. Hant
he cuffs, after a silent fight, overcam
10 the power of the arms of the ca,
te tured. The Waterman bolted the il
"a ner doors, slipped through the QUITE
lie one, turned the key, and crept ava,
IL Silence reigned, save for a faint rust
lie ling as of silk somewhere in the dark
10 ness.
'e Soledad, in her chamber, turned he
lamp down low. The cathedra
g doomed -. She thew open her bal
'e cony window, raised the plank, an,
t. thrust it out. She trembled much
d and the board all but fell. She pu
e out all her strength, and it reache,
e the balcony across the way. Sh,
d gasped, looked at her emptey bed
5. blew out the light and climbed up
8 Five feet distant at the end of tn.
board was the unopened future. She
= began to crawl. The board was yer,
e narrow, and tears ran down on he1
d hands, and little Soledad's heart was
full of yearning.
8 Anselmo had entered the deserted
! court and tied his horses to the rings
in the wall. He opened the first door
t and sprang up the staircase in the
dark. The cathedral clock was boom
, ing IL. He came to the closed inner
shutter of the window which was op-
posite to soledad's. Only the barest
; suggestion of the streets light came
through the chinks. He put forth
his hands to tear it open. They met
woman's face. A woman's arms
were about him in the dark, a We
mans lips met his, woman's dress
was rustling. Her voice whispered:
"Take me! It is Soledad. I found
the window unlocked. I have but lust
come in. At last!"
He held her an instant in his arms:
then together, in loves impetous,
blind flight, they fastened down the
stairs, mounted the horses, and rode
away.
Little soledad, full of sweet hope.
the past locked behind, the future
locked before, was creeping over the
high bridge. She came to the glass,
put her fingers on it, tapped, and
murmured: "Open it, sweet Ansel-
mo-"
But the window remained shut, She
waited long minute. 'Love must
have faith" she said. "Love is faith"
She tapped again, up there, so high
over the street, and there was no re-
Spouse. Five desolate minutes of fall. |
ing hope gave place to despair. She
was cold, too. The irons of the bal
cony were too near the glass to per-
NIT her to enter the balcony itself.
She was on her hands and knees on
the board.
Il said,' wept she, II felt 1 did not
need the board. But, oh, Anselmo,
you might at least have gotten me
wider one"
After quarter of an hour, when
she was in very pitiable mood, she
managed to sit down in the middle
OF the board, with her feet hanging
over the street. She was too ashamed
to call for help. She dared not move.
A fine mist, almost like rain, began
to blow about her. Thus forsaken,
she sat, sobbing distractedly:
'You might at least-you might at
least have gotten me wider one"
Down the canon rode Anselmo and i
Beatrice, both mufaed. The night
did not give up its secret, and when
his speed permitted, Anselmo pressed
her hand. He had 100000 sewed in
his coat and vest. At Silao they
would take the fast express for Mex
leo. She said nothing, but wrapped
her head and shoulders in the mantle.
She hoped they would not reach the
station till the train was in sight;
hen. once whirling away with him,
she thought to win him, though for
'lan she had but nebula of
thoughts.
But when they drew up behind the
tation, the train had not come. He
fitted her down, kissed her through
he mantle. He tied the horses and
rev her into the waiting-room.
which was dark. Each sought the q
arkness. She rested in his arms and :,
uried her face from the faint ra.
lance which came through the ticket
7indow il
"My life!" whispered he. II have II
~ fortune sewed in my coat. Far :.
way we shall live, together!" "
The train whistled, and they arose. IL
Zone sight of you'll" cried he, and in et
ne light of the ticket window. tore
he mantle from her face. "
He swore a terrible oath, and would 81
ave leaped from her; she chung to
is coat. =:
Same mel" cried she, broken, but 80
esperate. II have dared all. Can't ID
ou believe and love this-this that re
so terrible and strong in me! 4.
hink of metz
The train was laundering into the g
alton; he, raging, wrenched him.
IT free; but he left his coat in her TT
lnds. He was gone. She entered
e train in haste, AMI went to Mex ="
.. She carried his coat, and found ST
erein $4,000. In her berth she or
lied herself to troubled sleep, say III
g: Glove and money. With half
e husk and money, will life be M
'rth the living?" to
galloped into Guanajuato
half-past five. The day was just
ginning to appear. Over the mar ee
W street was the plank, and SILVER tn
: little Soledad sitting thereon. ro
My heart!" cried he, in agony. ~.
You might at least,' she moaned, '.'
ave given me a wider one' the
re burst into the house. Scarcely ma
he opened the door when Sedano
ped on him. But the handouts -