The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1908-04-25

stand the rest! lou are eeld, YOU
northern peoples! Your devil, your
very hell is cold! What can you
know Of the passion that makes men
league with the brutes Of the wild
and the devils Of the waste?
You know what the poems whisper
about the Mesa, do you not, Senori-
ia? Because Of the ~whisperings, per-
haps you and the other tourists have
made up a picnic party and visited
the place. 1t is only ten miles from
the village. You could go and re-
turn in a day.
But have you gone to It at night,
as l do, Senorita, when sleep viii
not come, and the devils whisper
that, in hell. Lyzette has won Man
uel's heart away from me and l must
burn alone through all eternity? All,
Madre de dos, it could not be,
Senorita! Say it is not, or l shall
diet But she is beautiful, always
beautiful when she comes to mock
me, and l am old and hideous and
horrible and he cannot love mel Ay
de mil Ay de mi!
All, come with me at night,
Senorita 1t is then the lost wind
writhes in the burning sands, like
the dead-alive in his flaming shroud.
and the awful spirit of the waste
calls and mocks you with its inn
measurable loneliness. 1t is then the
grim specters, ~crouching in the black
shadows, leer at. you with red, red
eyes, and gnash their yellow fangsl
Wolves. you say? Saw you ever such
wolves? Where, then, is the soul Of
Garcia, who murdered his mother,
and the accursed ghost of Mendoza
whose sin of sacrilege was punished
by death? Ask the poems. They
know the gaunt wolf whose fangs
drip red with the blood of women
and the awful brute whose horrid
claws dig the dead from their graves
and mangle the stark flesh. Do you
wonder, Senorita, that my hear
trembled when they told me Pedro
had gone to the Mesap But Manue
only laughed.
/ was not mission teacher then.
had given my life to Manuel and thu
; priests had taken my school from m,
and driven me from the village.
lived in a little hut, five miles be
yond the town, and | had but on
thought, one light in my life-hi
love.
And he loved me! The priest
told me l had lost Heaven, but wa
that not enough of Heaven, his love
Was it not Heaven to hear tina
glorious voice rushing through tn
air as my love sped through tn
fiery night to my arms? Foreve
he sang as he came to me-cleal
loud, passionate and tenderl AM
ever my heart sang back The onl
song a woman's heart ever sings fiji
the song of love and remuneration
p But love is very cruel to us won
en-, Senorita. He would not let m
forget. Always the face of Pedr
was before my eyes; always tn
dying curse of Lyzette rang in m
ears. And | had heard rumors-
such horrible rumors. The peor
. talked among themselves Of a grea
gray wolf which lurked in tn
q shadows when Manuel rode throug
! the night-a wolf the villagers ha
never seen before Pedro went to tn
Mesa. And my heart knew. BIZ
: what could l do, Senorital /,
, woman? And Manuel only laughed
I So the months passed and m
, fears let themselves be lulled I
0 sleep and l was happy; from oh, a
: my heart how it loved him!
/ 1t came through, the death Of m
beautiful Lowell 1t was a wild sprin
night when he came to me for II
1 last time. How grand he was, h
! hair tossed by the fierce wind, h
cheeks red with the rains wet kis;
And his laugh and his lips and h
E love, how sweet they were! An
d when he left me, far in the blac
: night, it seemed no man but life VII
4 went from me into the darkness.
o heard the beautiful voice as m
lover sped on his way fainter an
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