The Evening standard. [volume] (Ogden City, Utah) 1910-1913, 1910-10-22

her bonnet and veil
You will let watch beside him" sb. .,;,
peadinsy ''' S"e said'
Madame consented 1t had been many n;gbte
SINCE she had slept unbrokcnly and in tbos. t-o,-
oous times It was uncommon thing n ac-oo.
service even from strangers. and Andreas had -aIcd
ue' Alamnly There was so little to be done N
Inc siek-ohamber only to watch the patient and COO,
inc paTehed lips. Madame established the woman
III her own chair. repeated the doctors instructions
and left the room on tp-toe
When she came back. some hours I,,e- ,b.-.
was change for the worse in Andreas T5 NO.
FaVns dcIiriously and whenever his nurse ,yopId
approach HIM he become more violent
She Is black, l tell you Take her away. Bleed
It out! Bleed it out" he would cry. "Save me from
that woman" Then he would change. .'(Vber, i
nanny want her-mammy nanny he cried,
like petulant child
\ tortured soul looked out from the octoroon's
eyes.
Il must go away she said. desperately "T do
him harm, not good-and would give my lie for
him.'
She caught up her bonnet and left the house.
For week the chances OF lie and death hung
evenly balanced and every day at a certain hour =
'eiled woman came to ask news OF the sick man.
One day she found crepe upon the door She did
not ring the bell but passed into the house unchal-
lengcd. and into the chamber OF death
Angelo was there alone knceng at the bedside
Everything had been done; the figure lay calm ard
straight the hands were folded on the breast and
upon the beautiful features OF The Cuban was
stamped the seal OF divine love and strength
The woman stood silently beside the sobbing
girl. She neither spoke nor wept
Angelo looked up 'Why are you hcre?" She
cried hereely. 1T Is you who have killed him lie
was doing very well unti you came. What right
have you
q am bis mother. answered the woman.
"Oh no. no!' Angelo SAID. shuddcrngly
He denied me- The went on IN a mono
touous voice; "hc called .mc bis nursc. and I had
borne him. NANNY nc called me- bcc1usc my
SKIN is yellow and he knew ,hat your pride would
make you spurn him il he told you Of thai one
fostering drop OF black blood in his veins I let it
pass when ! thought that he would live, bu; now l
have come TO claim my dead! What docs it mat
ter? Black and white are the same to God"
Angelo shrauk from her in spccchlcss horror the
warm blood rushed houy through her veins The
shame OF it was more than she could bear The
love within her seemed turned to hate. She gazcd
upon the dead mans face with oathing. He had
deceived her. he had dared to dream OF linking to
her pure blood the blood OF a degraded people. 1t
was crime Her tears had ceased to flow; her
heart seemed turned fire; she walked haughuy away
The woman caught her hand "Ah no, do not
leave me-" she cried. Listen and will tell you
how it happened.
Il was free woman, one OF those unfortunate
women, too good for ncgro'5 WIFE, and not good
enough for a white mans. But white saw
me- and loved me enough to make me MS vile. i
Not here. oh no; ne took me TO England and mar
ried me there. When my son born we were in
Cuba, where no asked why my SKIN dark.
when my husband died Andrcas. who was al
ways hot-headcd, got himself mixed up in OF
the political plots that always gong on in Cuba.
and nc was forced TO come away-he prescribed,
and he came here to live 1 followed him. to 6ud
myself once more despiscd to realize that il he was
TO be respected to make his way IN the world l
must keep my distanoe-that must give him up.
And so ] have kept apart from him. and now-he
is dead"
For the first time the woman showed emotion.
She wrung her hands in anguish.
The nober qualities of Angeles nature awokc.
She threw her arms around the womans neck. aud
they wept together
we both loved him-you than J." Angelo
said softly. She took the mothers hand aud stood
with her for long time gazing silently upon the
lace OF the dead.
"Andreas" she called. The name fingered on the
silence bat the peace Of the dead face unbroken.
She drew tho sheet up
at is better that he cannot answer" she said
Nobody knew but Angelo that the tall yellow
woman who stood in the background the coffin
was slipped into the vault where the bones OF the
dead Jarrcaus had rcposed for generations, was tho
mother OF Andrcas dc Ccrlo. Sometimes the girl
goes 10 sec her in the convent, where the sad and
sorrowful Of a despiscd race find refuge; and some
times they meet in the old ST. Louis Cemetery,
each with her hands full OF flowers; and sometime.
God willing. the heart OF the little Angelo will
bloom again. its season OF blight over ard its
Goworing shall be all the sweeter because Of The
deeper nature that God gave her in place Of the
oild's hear, which had been buried in iie grave OF
her yoang lover box the heart OF that other woman.
she mother. who bad been bora in the shadow.
would have no beated bossoming
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