The Huttig news., 1912-06-29
That Is Gold
Which Is
Worth Gold
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By AMEDEE ARCHARD

| borhood of the Annunciade. The bells
of Seville's hundred churches rang a
| full peal and in the streets was Wis.
ible a crowd of men of the people and
gentlemen piously occupied with the
things of religion. But the things of
gallantry lost nothing thereby; each
mantilla lifted by the breeze let pass
the flame of regard, and thousand
little feet showed themselves in slip
pers of black satin.
At the moment when the people
buzzed like swarm of bees around
/ the 4 anunciade. Christian hive
sparkling with a thousand fires and
filled with perfumes and melodies. a
cavalier and young lady met under
the porch of the church.
The cavalier marched proudly. his
hat to one side, a cloak on his Shout
der, one hand upon the guard of his
sword and the other caressing a
proud mustache trained in the Cas-
lillian fashion. He was alone, without
equerry or page.
The young lady was followed by an
old duenna who was by far the most
frowning parsonage visible between
Cadiz and Jaen. The duenna was
muttering between the long flaps of
her head-dress, her nose upon a book
of prayers. The lady. on seeing the
cavalier. wished to bring back her
veil, which gust of wind had thrown
to one side, but she displayed such
awkwardness in doing it that with the
gesture she exposed a face sufficient
ly rayishing to excite the envy of all
the ladies of Seville.
The cavalier stopped short; then,
taking off his hat. whose plume went
to sweep the ground, he bowed.
IF | were king" said he, you
would be queen"
The young lady blushed like a
pomegranate in flower and FASTENED
to lower the veil, but not quickly
enough to prevent the gentleman
from observing that she had eyes
softer than those of the gazelle and
brilliant as diamonds.
The duenna RAISED her nose and
seeing ye man planted before
her, with snI.s.lg lips and mustaehe
pointed, took her companions arm
and drew her away.
by st. Jacques" said she, at is no
longer safe in the streets of Seville,
If l was the alealde I would send to
the other world all these fine gallants
who attach themselves unasked to the
heels of women"
The fair young Andalusian
thought within herself that it would
be very unfortunate to expedite so
far such a gallant cavalier, but she
treasured herself on seeing him from
the corner of the eye take the same
road which she was following with
her duenna. and march behind them.
When one is from Seville, when one
is 16. and when one is followed
through the streets by a handsome
young man-what can one do but
build air castles? The cavalier had
such grand air, so much audacity in
the glance, such a proud department,
that he must surely be a great lord
of the court of old King Ferdinand
The plume on his hat was, indeed,
frayed. but he might be also
some companion of young Don Carlos
of Austria. arrived the evening before
at Cadiz by the galleys from Genoa;
it pleased him, no doubt, to travel in
cognito. Whittier does not the imag-
nation of a young girl go as soon as
she abandons herself to reveries?
distance which separated her from
her home than she already saw her
self at Madrid in the kings palace,
with long gold brocaded dress
As to the cavalier, he confined him
self to looking with an amorous eye
1t the slender waist of the fair I'M
;nown. her carriage, whose grace and
ightness gave her the amiable appear
lnce of child the gracious curve of
he neck appeared to him also the
most charming imaginable, and when
It the turn of street he discovered
anew her virginia. profile softly il
,umined by smile and a glance, he
esteemed himself the happiest of
Spaniards.
Ten minutes after the exit from the
Annunciade the duenna and her com
1anion passed the threshold of
handsome house situated in one of
he finest quarters of the city. The
cavalier quickened his pace, but the
door quickly thrust back by the
iuenna brusquely closed in front of
him.
"The devil take the old girl" ex-
claimed the cavalier. stamping with
his boot heel against the stone. But
the conclusion of his orison expired
between his teeth when, on raising
his eyes, he saw glide between the
narrow openings in a shutter white
hand which delicately held a branch
of jasmine.
The cavalier left the door and ad-
vanced toward the window; the per-
fumed branch fell and the hand disap-
peared.
Our handsome young man was too
much of Spaniard to be ignorant of
the fact that. in the symbolic fdiom
taught by the Moors to his ancestors,