The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1904-10-07

The haze Of the semi-trOpics vas
everywhere, blending the gorgeous
ti1ts OF hills and valleys in its elusive
veil There were tears in the Aexi-
cans eyes as he sang TO his tinkling
guitar, and ais notes we're laden With
grief He looked up from beneath his
sOmbFerO, his black eyes showing the
clear white beneath
What's the natter" came in a for
eign voice, and he glanced up to see
the American miner looking down on
him. There vas something unpleas-
ant in the Americans eye that held
people aIOof and made them speak
with restraint when he was near.
Raphael stopped playing, covered his
face with his hands and sobbed aloud.
Buck up, friend" the American
cried; then added in Spanish, whats
wrong, anyhow" Raphael grew
ealmeT, looking toward the humble
home where his little brothers and sis
tiers we're at play.
''Oh, senor," he cried in cOnfding
detection, tbs the beautiful SenOrita
Anita Senior, they have shut her up
and I shall never see her any more
die Of love OF her
No, you don't" muttered the Amer
icaB, turning away to hide a cynical
CLEAN. The dam OF Raphael's grief
was IOOsened, and the contents OF his
soul poured into listening ears. And
this vas the tale he told: He loved
the SenOTita Anita beWitehing
dRmsel far above him-Was dying Of
love fOE her. Many times they had
met on the plaza, and she had glanced
shyly from beneath her maHtills and
smiled at him-yes, he could swear
she smiled She vas beautiful and
good as the Holy Mother. He had had
no glimpse OF her since, except from
behind the bars OF her EindOB. 44e
could neither eat nor sleep
The American turned away. while
his lips curIed unpleasantly. Raphael
amused him He vas an exceptional
SpaniaTd. He had scraped together q
kind Of education for himself, and ERs
something Of q genius in music I'm
der more favorable conditions he
might have made a way for himself
In the world.
leans eye as he asked where the senO-
rita lived and who her family we're
Anita lay asleep. The moonlight
came through the roses at the window
and all was still. Suddenly, through
the darkness came q single sweet
note The girl sat up to listen. She
pushed back her hair and listened
again Her eyes shOne, her cheeks
flushed and her little heart beat fast
She stole to the window, holding her
mantilla close about her chin Be
meath the orange tree stood a man
Her heart huttered faster, and the hot
southern passion shOne in her eyes.
It was the rich Senior Americana.
'SeDOrita-"
This was going beyond the bounds
OF the serensding lover, but Anita
leaned out and waited.
"SenOrita-'
Senior, I am here" whispered the
girl, and then drew back cOyly-
Fair one, listen" Then ne poured
into her ears tale Of love.
One" said he, loves the senOrita
loves thee unto death-but he can
not marry thee in this country. Will
you leave sunny Mexico and go TO
America With your loEer-as his
Effsg"
She drew back and shivered q little,
bat ths dimples played in her cheeks.
Anita must love and be loved. AID
would make q good. true little wife
for any man who would only love her
enough
"9saOF," she leaned far out into
the silver night. pulled q rose and
threw It down to him. Senior. Vhen?"
He picked up tie dover. kissed it
and pressed It 70 his heart He vas
so eoldly. artiheislly AezieaH- Il
eFiGA4enes and attracted her