The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1903-07-01
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i'i'''''' WIS '''ieiA E'"'iei'i'n
trump Ill 'h"So uaAs' one al the crowd
Oh boys VINO drlit here ana lhefe once
'h' Sl'tt ol 'he gypsy Is upon theul'
accomplishing ho'lills caring lor
h"lhi'ls' nut hlppA ana true hearted
ana quick 10 lthd heillils hahd When
'ai 'eiI''S' nc aiid leu MOTIFS came
down together with plenty OF grit, hut
neither e3sh nor credit, except Mt the
low yellow half way house where old
Mahuelo KEPT open inn with his daugh-
ter, Lolita
Those things happen OF themselves
moonlight On the little rough Neranda,
Lolita singing comieal little snatehes
OF American songs III her SOFT broken
English, under Lindells tutelnge, with
her small brown fingers playing lightly
ON her mandolin:
Il cant tel! why love YOU but l do=ozo.
Ihere lo'ta EliI IN town So sweet like
r5,t mr. sometime. c,n.t ton
Seem to hole me in II spell
l cant tell why love You. but do=o=o.'
Iindell would smoke and smoke and
look up at her as she sang. Law and
happy and fun of "A JOYOUS. don't care
lrrespansibiIltv that comes to one.
somehow. with the climate down there.
and the music and the white. strange
moonlight
one Saturday IfndelI and Norris
rode AWAY 10 town, seventeen miles
AWAY, with Il promise Ia return In
time for the dance. Lolita watched
them out of sight and Manuclo laugh
ed when he heard her singing. Sha
was the prctticst girl this side The
border The American boy WAS clear
eyed and young aud quick To laugh
If they loved, why not? There were
the house and Il good bunch of money
when he was gone. and little Lolita
would sing evcrmore. He smiled
shreWdlY Maybe, perhaps, quien sabe3
Al : the mail coach from san Luis
drew up at the yellow house and girl
alighted. Lolita WIS firing hot shot
of smiles and rcpartee at the driver,
Billie Slogan. when She saw her and
stopped short The stranger was fair
and blue eyed, and, though the Indian
summer day had been hot and dusty,
she looked cool and charming.
Lolita MAS dressed for the dance.
She wore yellow aud had wound
long red silk scarf about her shoul-
dcrs. crossed it and tied ii below her
waist on one hip. Billie had Just told
her she looked like one of the little
dark red roses the ladies wear III
their hair over at San Luis on the
plaza when she caught sight OF TINS
other girl, and she hoped l1hdcll would
not see her. There WIS Il difference.
Mr.. lind"ll ANA MIR NorrisF ON, yes,
Lolita told her. They were living
there. They had gone Tor rlde, just
short ride She brought a char out
on the Neranda and talked with the
stranger AFTER the coaeii had gone.
Norris Ted aud she hoped they would
return soon.
You have not seen him for long
time, yrsf' said Lolita, her eyes full
OF half frightened suspicion.
Not for year" said the other soft
ly. We had only been married few
months when he went away. 1t seem
ed better, YOU know He was so
young, and he thought he could make
fortune out here guess he hasn't
though"
Lolita laughed. II WAS comical to