New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1903-10-21

light Of JOY, yet his hands trembled
as he studied either envelope crit
ically before deciding which to open
first. Evil forebodings haunted him.
Undoubtedly the one from New York
brought bad news and it might be
distasteful to the extreme, while the
other must be full Of love and ten
der feeling. He decided to stimulate
his courage by reading first the mis-
sile from the fair one of the south
seas and he tried hard to assure him
self that after all Blanche O'Hallor-
ans letter was the one dearest to
him.
The ragged end of an envelope fell
futtering to the floor and the cap
tain commenced to read. -
From the complicated net woven
by the wrinkles on his clouded brow
there must have been something un-
pleasant in the very beginning. How
ever, this supposition proved erro-
neous as he read aloud somewhat
slowly. The letter was written in
Spanish as had been expected and
the captain was translating as he pro-
ceeded.
"My Dear Captain" the letter ran.
II have the goodness to make reply
to your very happy letter and to
thank you for the compliments you
pay me therein; I, who am so inferior
to an American, being a miserable
half-breed born and reared in my
dear but primitive old Cuba. True
[ can claim some advantage in the
educa ton New York gave me but still
l have the instinct of my mothers
people.
"How my heart futtered and leapt
at your endearing words and it made
me think of all the pretty things you
whispered into my ears that night at
the ball. You seemed so different, so
superior to the Cuban caballeros who
were my suitors from childhood, and
my heart went out to you. I loved
you only as southern woman can
love and even hoped you would marry
me; marry me and make me wo-
man of the grand country from
which you come. But what foolish
child I was to cherish such hope for
my poor heart was doomed to suffer
and despair because you soon went
away; you went away and I lost my
lover, my knight, my cavalier. You
rode away as jauntily as you had
ridden into my life. =
'Dreary days came and went and
no letters arrived for the little sad
hearted Cuban girl, although the
valiant captain said he would write
often. Oh, how I loved his big, broad
shoulders, his manly face and chival-
rous manners. And now, at last, the
captain writes me that he loves me
and am humble and glad, am hap
Ply. [ have conquered and it is the
captains turn to long and pine for
letters that will never come and for
a love that will never be given into
his tickle keeping, and the ,halcyon
life that will be denied him-for the
captain says for the second time
that he loves the little Cuban, senor-
tia with whom he used to amuse
himself, but who is no more isenor-
tia, being now a stately Sonora La
Palma, the beloved wife of Senior
Pardo la Palma, scion of the fore
most family in all Cuba; a family that
is destined to rule the republic when
we shall have made it, like America,
the land of the free and the home of
the brave.
$50 you see that the artful, though
unruly captain, must not write too
often because Senior La Palma loves
me and says he will be jealous"
Murray tilted his chair far back on
it's rear legs, closed his eyes and
gasped for breath. How different,
how vastly different was the letter
he expected to be full of love and
tender feelings. He concluded forth
with that he was no adept in the art
of making love and winning hearts.
He seemed a sad failure. His last
resort for connubial bliss had es-
capped him like a prisoner escapes a
sleeping sentinel. His heart was sore
and his prospects for a bachelors