The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-10-23
Our Daily $bcrt Story

fioated out on the still summer night.
 Teresa thought of the Felipe and then
 of the Englishman. Why should he
 haunt her memory: she would never
 see him again? She played with the
 beads and started across the street.
 From around the corner the toot-toot
 of an automobile sounded a warning.
 She did not hear it. On 1t came. the
 driver apparently not noticing the girl
 that was leisurely crossing the street.
 Then she turned and beheld the ter
 rible demon bearing down upon her and, frozen to the spot. she was too , terrified to get out of the way. Then
 she heard the sound of footsteps be-
 hind her and felt herself lifted from
 The great car rushed by. and she
 turned to her. rescuer. her heart swell
 ing with emotion. It was the English mani
 What. is it you. little Teresa; is it you? Heaven be thanked that l was
 near! Curse this reckless drivingi They think no more of human life than
 if 1t were so much rubbish.~
 Teresa stared speechless, and tears
 slowly sprang from her eyes.
 Are you hurt, my little dear; my lit- tie Teresa. have those accursed drivers
 of that car injured you? Say the word. and I will kill them!"
 "Senor Is kind" she stammered, "oh, Senor." the girl sobbed, T gave the little locket to Felipe, and he sold it--to buy me these miserable glass
 beads! Oh! senor, my heart is broken, for now I know that you mean it!" The Englishman stood spechless. and then he understood Teresa, dear" he began. will you be my wife? Will you go-to England and be my wife?' He fa1 vi ok h% t.-I at his feet.
 Come, dearest, look into my eyes and say that you will. The great park where the tame deer graze at your feet, the old stone mansion all clothed ln its dress of green ivy. the little fountain and all, can see 1t all. lit1e Teresa. and all 1t lacks Is you. Sweetheart, promise" He was smoothing her curls. Teresa paused. It meant happiness forever. No more toll. or woe. or an- guish, but-Felipe. Had not Felipe been good to her? That night in
 Madrid, when the good mother lay dy- ing, had he not taken little Teresa in his big arms and said: Never mind. little sen'rita, we will go to Paris. There they are generous" he had whis- pered confidentialfy, and you will dance the romalis. Dance it as only the Title gypsy girl can dance 1t. and Wo VIII SIOW DO AOe u0opniEs my little sen'rita; will be a father to you, and we'll fight the old world together"
 She looked into the eyes of the Eng lishman. How worn and sorrowful he looked. She thought of Felipe. Was he not always kind when the accursed liquor had not overpowered him? T
 will be a father to you, little sen'rita, and we'll light the old world together" The words of Felipe rang in her ears
 and dazed. she staggered to her feet, and her eyes wandered into the park and on the lagoon where the light of the moon rippled over its surface. She turned to the Englishman:
 q cannot, senor. I love you, senor,
 but I cannot be your wife. could
 never get used to the strange ways of
 your country. Then your parents
 would hate me because I am ignorant"
 It was truth. and 1t struck home.
 The Englishman's heart twinRed under
 sudden throb of pain. Then he
 thought of England, of his parents, the
 old homestead. and the dear girl in Devonshire-his promised wife. His
 breath came in gasps. What would the
 dear old mother say? After all, she
 was nothing but a gypsy. to be found
 In every corner of the earth. He
 glanced down at the girl By his side
 How beautiful she was there in the
 moonlight, the rich folds of her shin
 ing hair gently stirring in the breeze, Never before had the EngIishman