The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-05-14
Our Daily $bcrt Story
At last matters came to e

tigress. At last matters came to crisis.
 'Yes. you shall have her" stormed Don Andrea, to Jose Avilar. in the presence of carmelita. Build you house suitable for my daughter. and your wife. She shall remain here with me until it is finished. then she shall marry you. have said 1t"
 "Senorita--have you no word to say to meY asked Jose. a will be devotion itself--I will make you love mel will give you everything on earth you want"
 q will obey my father" answered the girl doggedly. A despairing, tear stained little note reached De Lanzac from Carmelita, telling him that as dutiful daughter she bowed to the will of her father, but always and forever her heart would belong to her first and only love. Tn wine-fushed boast ing one night, De Lanzac showed the pitiful little nissive.
 "Ahw he exclaimed, the rose will only be transplanted to the rich val ley of the Teche-the blossoms can better be gathered there by me-" He smirked at his handsome face in the mirror, curled his moustacne with the "grande air" and swaggered out upon the Rue RoyaIe with jaunty steps. What a devil of a fellow De Lanzac | is with the women." chorused his sec ond-rate companions admiringly. as they wagged their heads over their cheap wine in the cafe of the White Camellia, when he had gone.
 Jose Avilar heard 1t. One always Is sure to hear the things that hurt. He could not afford to make a row. The low dog" he said. Taking a letter like that as sacred as the last farewell of young mother to her first babe lying cold in death-and putting any other construction than that of a solemn and sad farewell upon 1t. Well, I will watch my rose garden all right They have thorns. too, he had better remember"
 The marriage was a great event, even the Gcwernor General was pres | ent, and the Bishop performed the cer- emony in the Cathedral next to the Cabildo on the PlaZas As Jose Avilar, | in the Ersar carriage with his bride rode toward the stately "Bonaventuro" he had erected for her he said very se- riously:
 "Senora, you now | ser the name of Avilar. For near a thousand years In Spain Uere mas been no tDrnish upon it. am the last&Ofkmy family. l beg of you, Se careful What you do. You have voluntarily married memo pow CT upon earth could have made you my wife had you said mo-, to the Bishop and I shall expect you to live up, in all loyalty to that name. This Is all the lecture I have for you. | And wonder, my wife. Is our home
 Jose Avilar, alLer five Aonths nus thand, was facing the unpleasant con- clusion that 1t was impossible to win the love of his wofe.
 He was the soul of devotion; the acme of attention and gallantry. As Hong as passive coolness was his DOT ton, he had hope, but when she paced the house like caged tigress day af- l ter day, and began to show an active lnatred of him, he knew his cause was lhopelessly lost. Yet he was patient, though a great grief was gnawing at his heart.
 What internal spirit earned the un- spoken, fierce wishes, the seethine thoughts, the unholy longings which
 were locked in the throbbing bosom of lCarmelita Avilar? Within lew days
 a peddler called to show his stock of wares. Jose noticed his stock was not
 of the sort usually carried by men oi the sort. On watching closer. he saw
 the man deftly slip her note. II
 seemed as though his heart woulc drive the surging blood through skin
 and flesh at every pore. but Avilar con tro1led himself ana maoe ho slSn l"a' he knew. The man mad departed.
 Carmelita flew to her room to devoui
 in secret her message. When she came down, with flaming cheeks and heavine
 bosom. with feverishly dry dips, anc
 eyes in which there burned a ligh'
 which had not been there since the day her father swore she should mary th' lman she did not love. Jose Avilar knew
 the beginning of the end had arrived The lamp burned long in her room tha night and on one finger. next morning
 Jose noticed an ink stain.
 That look which had only once pc
 fore been on his face came again. H'
 did not ride to the fields as usual. ou
 waited, smoking idly on the from
 porch. while every moment an air cas
 tle crumbled about his head Wha use to resist9 What is. Is. and wha
 will be. will be.
 At last the peddler came again. th
 soul of servile suppliency. Would no
 the Sonora buy some more? Jose sa by. smoking with apparent unconcern He noted the agitation of his w\r7 tn P furtive espionage of the Devils ennis sary. He saw her hand. time an again steal to her bosom where , | through the linen cloth he saw , souare bit of something winter than