Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-11-01

all the old traditions and customs. l hope
this entertainment will amuse you-the
singing too. All, here they come
A man with a guitar in his hand. ac-
companied by a small boy. now appeared
on the platform. They drew up chairs
front of the stage. After short delay
the man began to play droning, monot-
onous air. which he repeated over and
over again: the boy. meanwhile. remain
ing motionless.
why is the boy sitting there?" whis-
pered Hester.
You will soon hear something strange"
For what seemed ages the man with
the guitar continued to thrum its tire
some tune: then suddenly loud. piercing
wall broke from the lips of the boy-oh,
such weird. barbaric, melancholy chant.
Now the notes were pitched loud and
on a sobbing wind. Again they rose.
shriller and wilder. to sink in a sigh of
despair. This song. lament or declama-
ton. was totally different from anything
Hester had ever heard: It gave her no
pleasure: 1t seemed harsh, savage and de-
fiant: but when the last long-drawn ca
dence had ceased there was hushed, de-
lighted silence. followed by an outburst
Of frantic applause She glanced at Capt.
Her eyes wandered to Paul-how his
handsome head stood out among the
crowd! His expression denoted complete
enjoyment. and turning to her he said:
THE Zaruela. l dare say. may strike
you as ugly and unmuscal, but 1t is
beautiful to me and, as you see. to most
of the audience: it is our legacy from the
Saracens: the Prayer Song appeals to us
and we respond to it. because we all have
Moorish blood In our VEINS"
Really! should not have guessed it!'
said Hester
yes. and / am proud Of my ancestors
Moslem knights, who were celebrated for
ntefv a mr. m
with horse and lance.
The lady made no remark, but her eyes
shone.
"You know that cordoya was once the
METROPOLIS of caliphate?'
What awful rot this fellow is talking"
said Capt. Tudor to himself, but Hester
replied:
''Oh. yes. have read about It. I have
always been interested in SPAIN
Thank you. mademoiselle,' he muir
INJURED. In a low voice.
The boy encored to the echo. was once
again brooding beside his accompanist,
preparing when the spirit moved him to
burst into his wild oriental chant
1T is exactly like the drone Of native
of India remarked Capt. Tudor. leaning
over to Hester-'the sort of thing he
sings to keep off devils when he is fright
ened and travels the jungle alone.
can't say that I appreciate it. do you?
If he is encored again I believe l shall
clear
Yet. when the boy was encored a third
time Capt. Tudor merely made gesture
of agony. but did not carry out his threat.
He had resolved that he was not going 20
let the Spanish fellow have it all his own
way. and submitted to the infection with
an air Of angry endurance.
The Moorish song was succeeded by the
Andalusian dancers, six women and two
men. all with castanets. The women were
young and handsome. and wore f1ounced
skirts and white mantillas. or the ever
mi nil 10 chux x1,ift 1ano Sill
fringe. The music was supplied by gui-
tars. castanets and a plano. At first they
danced in couples, man and a woman.
or two women. then a woman alone.
graceful. with much lazy undulation of
the body. swaying Of the figure and wav-
ing of the arms. accompanied by the snap
of fingers and the castanets.
Observe that the dancing Is eastern,
too" said Paul: slower and statelier
than your galops and reels. But you
have to keep the blood warm in your cold
countries: here it is hot enough. God
Knows and he laughed; then he pro-
cestied to give the different names Of each
dance: lei OLE" La Perla de Sevilla."
La Flamenca.'' They were all delight
full to wa CHI, but the one Hester pre-
ferred was the intoxicating and insolent
fandango. said to have compelled the ap-
plause of holy men! Wearing a mans
hat thrown to her by one OF the audience,
a handsome dark girl stalked and strut
ted with her arms akimbc. then she flung
the hat on the ground and sped round it.
BY degrees she increased her movements
to headlong whirl. and flared about the
stage like crazy creature. throwing into
her dance of defiance and abandon the
NEST spirited display of the evening.
1T Is Carmen Oranda," sad the mar
quis: "she Is the best OF all and he
tossed her a roll of NOES.
The music. the piquant strangenass of
the scene. the presence Of Paul now re-
CT NOD n nod CT 0 fnH ofnr
with a passionate sense Of new life. The
very a mesphere seemed charged with
happiness: there was something electric
and ineffable in the air.
She rather surprised to see the
dancers come down singly at intervals
and circulate among the audience. pre-
senting h ndkerchief to various spe-
cially favored gen lemen.
Paul had no fewer than three offered
to him. and these he kept oefore him on
the Tablespoon little fiimsy. cheap things.
Why do they give you these?' asked
Hester.
You will see presently; they are only
just little hint-and a lean"
Capt. Tudor has not one. Why is
that?"
Because they see that he is English
and he may not know the Gus ON. and
simply think 1t a tribute to his good
looks put it in his pocket and walk off,"
Capt. Tudor sitting silen, and apart
from his aunt (who was engaged in
ceaSelesS conversation with Conde de-
Trubia and the Valdollanas). realized
that his light was extinguished. Miss
Forde and the handsome marquis were
evidently old friends. and sharp jeal-
ousy invad him. Was he girl one of
this Lothario's victims? Would she be
such fool as to marry him?-a man
whose language she could not speak. a
Catholic. as dark as Moor!
True. he was a grandee of Spain. and
would one day be Eel Duque." but what
of that? Freddy Tudor. with a long
pedigree of his own, cherished a secret
contemp. for foreign nobilities, Hester
Forde was charming and sweet. tempered
nothing like being In the house with a
girl for seeing her as she is. especi lily at
breakfast. She would not set the Thames
or anything else on fire. but he bel eved
he was almost In love with her, and she
would have made a most admirable and
valuable wife!
AS the little officer pulled at his Ha-
vana. he 81 7nced over at Paul de Sarazin
with look of scarcely yelled hostility
is not antaRonism to a rival a universal
law? Miss Forde locked brilliant ton ght
she had removed her hat, and her sh n
ing hair crowned shining eyes; her color
was dazzling-a tinge Of shell pink on
her flawless skin. People est not few
curious glances at the handsome Eng
fish girl to whom Ell Marques was talking
so continuously. Dios! what couple!
And Paul himself began to experience
something more stimulating than mere
complacency with fate which offered
him the chance of wedding a woman
with the par icular shade Of hair he adj
mired. as well as many millions OF pc
Setas Tonight this cold and northern