The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1903-06-27

Inc lCIemdu WHO received ner
spoke English, but poorly, so, after
trying in vain to secure the informa-
tion she desired, she asked:
Where is the young man I talked
with yesterday one with black
hair and eyes? He rode a black horse"
The foreman shrugged his shoul-
der. After all she was a woman.
Juan Sylva?"
II believe that was his name. Can
you spare him?"
1T is for him to say. He owns it
ALL"
Then, noting the smile in Miss
Ayres face, he added:
"Juan's father is the richest ranch
ero, yes-and Juan he sent East to
college. Now he is back, and the
father is old and i'll, and Juan is mas
ter. And the senorita shall talk with
the master if she will
All that day Juan walked at Miss
Ayers side. Late in the afternoon
Bonita left her violet garden long
! enough to make "A hurried trip to the.
corrals, but she stopped only a. few
moments. Juan had forgotten her COM
ing. He was on the other side of the
big corral talking with Miss Ayres.
And so, leaving the cowboys behind
with their significant glances, their
struggling shoulders and plying eyes,
she took her embittered way back to
the little garden, where she could pour
her grief into the ears of her violets
And while Bonita suffered and grew
pale and lost the golden light in her
midnight eyes, the intimacy between
Juan and Miss Ayres grew There
came a day when, as they walked
toward the tiny depot where she was
to take the train for San Francisco,
she said to Juan:
II think this will be my last trip to
Baden, Mr.. Sylvia, for day after to-
morrow l start East. How much you
have done to make my stay pleasant
and how much your excellent stories
have helped to advance my position
on my paper, cannot explain to you,
but, believe me, l am most grateful"
Upon these impersonal, convention.
al words broke the voice of Juan.
"You shall not go! love you and
you must stay herewith me- In my
glorious West, where you shall never
write for money again, but only the
most beautiful things, as you feel
them"
Then came torrent of hall. English,
half-Spanish love phrases that fairly
stunned the New York girl What
should she say? It all sounded so
peaceful, so inviting, to one who had
fought her way for several years.
The train came and went, and she
still stood, gazing out to the sea-
where the evening fog and the setting
sun were battling for supremacy.s At
last she sighed and turned back to
the man.
Tomorrow I will tell you. Come
to my hotel in San Francisco, and you
shall have your answer. And now
that have missed my train, while we
wait for another, let us see one of
those beautiful violet gardens of
which I have heard so much. No: we
will not talk of-lOve, but of violets."
And so it happened that the un-
thinking Juan: led her to the home of
Bonita Alvarez, whose violets were
the talk Of Baden and beyond. ,..
But when he saw Bonitas face, he
remembered, and cursed himself for
fool; that he had brought this other
woman to her whom, in an idle mo-
ment, he dreamed of loving. So he ex:.
cused himself on the plea of wishing
to see Alvarez, and left the two girls
alone. ='-.< ,.-........-. -. i: u. = u
OF Bonita, Mildred Ayres knew
nothing. She plunged into the intrica.
cies of violet culture and was amazed
to feel suddenly a burning hand
clasped on her wrist. # s..$s -. Fl .z-ss..6S z-s n
mo, you shall not write. You shall
listen. Why have you done this to me
you who have so much and SO lit
tie? He loved me first-yes, he would
have loved me always, but for you
And it is not you he loves, but your
fine ways, and your costly clothes, and
the life you live that once was his.
Why why could YOU not go back to-