New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-11-06

river views, and If. as probable. the mosquitoes
attacked US they might get some of the bile cut
of his tanned skin
But he was not in his room Instead believe
me. the lad-well. guess if you can where We
found him! Down on the sidewalk gazing UP
at Mignons window staring intent. his big eyes
fairly bulging and his whole face lit with some
thing that needed translation. The little idiot
was daft on the girl. and had brought his Span
Ism way Of showing it in the full day of an
American Sunday in Fifteenth-st, near Eighth
ave, New-Yorkl I was so charmed with the
thought was such a revelation to rne-that
for an instant I lost sight of the incongruity.
Instead, 1 saw q broad, tree hung plaza,
carved, white rose framed balcony, where
nodded a Sinking senorita. leaning, encourage
ing a lad below, and teIesraphing with the code
Of a spangled fan that she wanted to be loved
1 woke up with a bit of 4 start when some
dreadfuny common passerby gave vent to his
cynicism. after watching the lads gestures and
apparent posings for effect.
Fortunately for me, LoyoIa did not notice cur
going away, for I'm sure I should have made
fool of myself. He was s,iu there, statuesque.
romantic. burning up, when we turned the
corner. We knew then why he had given up
learning English; why he had been incoming out
OF his window nights and the fantasy of our
brain think a girl couldn't be met without such
dramatcs? Did he really think he couldn't visit
a girl in the house of her father without such
equatorial preludes? Couldn't he deny his
Fifteenth-st. neighbors such rich treat? Per-
haps But he did not.
I confess 7 studied precious little Spanish
after that sort of thing had begun. All through
the early part of September this Romeo from
Zacatecas, Mexico, absolutely impervious to the
swift Americanization that overtakes most for
eigners, carried on his courtship, and he did so
with hardly hint of encoUrageTn from the
fascinating Mignon above.
True to his Latin instinct and chivalry he
persisted in the strange proceeding Two
Frenchmen who lived in the basement OF our
house near where Loyola took his daily stand
synlp atheticaIIy banged Spanish love songs
cheap upright piano whenever he appeared. We
fellows were afraid to speak to Loyola for fear
of d charge of being his abettors.
"One fine day Misnon, from what motive do
not pretend to know, did step out her bal
cony, or, rather. on her fire escape She noticed
Loyola below. smiled him and quickly re-
treated. she was there only few seconds, but
in that time the lad was quick enough to snatch
from his pocket a rumpled letter and hold it at
arms length toward her. If she saw his move
nlent she gave no sign. But she had smiled, and
that abundant reward
When Mignon closed her window Loyola
must have felt that he had conquered for he
hurried over to the girls house and gripped the
doOrbeIl with great confidence. The villain in
the story who need not be deliberately described
because Of the familiarity of the type, appeared
in the form and figure OF a squat, ruff1ed Irish
janitress, She had much to say; her response.
since she had long watched the strange Mexican
lover, was made up Of curious melange of
kitchen wit and pointed determinations But