Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1911-02-23

inquire Her hands trembled little as she removed
her bonnet and veil
You will let me watch beside him." she said.
pleadngly
Madame consented. 1t had been MANY night.
SINCE she had slept unbrokeny, and in those trou-
oious times IT was no uncommon thing 10 ACCEPT
service even from strangers and Andreas had -aled
her Nanny" There was so little 10 be dim. IN
the sickchamber only watch the patient and cool
the parched lips. Madame established the woman
IN her own chair repeated the doctors Instructions
and left the tip-toe
When she came back some hour, later Their.
was change for the worse in Andreas He was
raving deliriously. and whenever his nurse would
approach him he become more violent
She is black, tell you. Take her awav Bleed
IT OUT Bleed it outr' he would cry Save me from
that woman" Then he would change Where Is
mammy?-I want her-mammy. mammy!" he cried
like petuant child.
A tortured soul looked out from the octoroon's
eyes.
Il must go away" she said desperately 81 do
him harm. not good-and would give my lie Tor
him"
She caught up her bonnet and left the house
For week the chances of life and death hung
evenly balanced, and every day at a certain hour
veled woman came to ask OF the sick nan.
One day she found crepe upon the door She did
not ring the bell but passed into the house unchal-
lenged and into the chamber OF death.
Angelo was there alone kneeng at the bedside.
Everything had been done; the figure lay calm and
straight, the hands folded the breast and
upon the beautiful features OF the Cuban wa,
stamped the seal of divine love and strength
The stood silently beside the sobbing
girl She neither spoke wept.
Angelo looked up. why are you here?" she
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was doing very we'll until you came. What right
have you"
al his mother" answered the woman.
"Oh. no. no!' Angelo said, shudderingly.
HE denied me-" the woman went on, in q mono
tonous voice; "he called me his nurse, and l had
borne him. Nanny, he called me, because my
skin is yellow, and he knew that your pride would
make you spurn him if he told you of that one
fostering drop of black blood in his veins. let II
pass when thought that he would live, but now
have come to claim my deadl What does it mat
ter! Black and white the same TO God"
Angelo shrank from her in speechless horror the
warm blood rushed hotly through her veins. The
shame of it more than she could bear. The
love within her seemed turned to hate She gazed
upon the dead mans face with loathing. He had
deceived her, he had dared to dream of linking 10
her pure blood, the blood of degraded people. Il
was crime. Her tears had ceased to flow; her
The woman caught her hand. "Ah no. do not
leave mew she cried Listen and will tell you
how it happened.
Il was free woman, one Of those unfortunate
women, too good for negro's vie, ard not good
enough for white mans. But one white man saw
me, and loved me enough to make me his wife.
Not here, oh no; he took to England and mar
ried me there When my son was born in
Cuba where asked why my skin dark.
when my husband died. Andreas, who was al
ways hot-headed. got himself mixed up in of
the political plots that always going on in Cuba.
and he was forced to come away-he prescribed
and he came here to live. I followed him, to fnd
myself once despsed, to realize that II ne
to be respected to make his way in the world, I
must keep my distance-that l 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 nobler qualities of Angeles nature awoke.
She threw her arms around the woman's neck. and
they wept together.
1--WE both loved him-you than l." Angel:
said softly. She took the mothers hand and stood
with her for long time, gazing silently upon the
face of the dead
"Andreas" she called. The fingered the
silence but the peace of the dead face unbroken.
She drew the 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 Jarreaus had reposed for generations, the
mother of Andreas de Cerlo. Sometimes the girl
goes to her in the convent. where the sad and
sorrowful OF a despised 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 OF blight over. and its
Towering shall be all the sweeter because OF the
deeper nature that God gave her in place OF the
chd's heart which had been buried in the grave OF
her young lover; but the heart OF that Other woman
the mother who had been born il the shadow.
would have belated blossoming.