The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1916-02-24
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DO you happen to know any Of our
Spanish songs:" pursued Estrilla-
Only Juanita. l think-and La Pa
Iona"
Estrilla looked a. though he might
have laughed but for Spanish polite
ness.
Those are Spanish for outsids con-
sumption. - when the English call
your cheap-oil-cloth 10 It pot-'Aneri-
can cloth Let No sing to you-but
q Spanish song does not 90 well with
the piano"
THERE'S . guitar over in the a.
cove" announced Betsy Barbara.
"Far-seeing maiden!" exclaimed e.
trilla with such . delicious Spanish
roll on the vowels that Betsy Barbara
laughed . little; and he. q though un-
derstanding. laughed with her.
80 he tuned the guitar. Betsy Bar
bars hnding the key for him on the
plano. And while he tweakod the
strings. he made comment on them.
as:
"This-you hsar-is the angel-string.
1t ID for celestial harnenies. One csa-
not 60 wrong on this string: but It 10
too nne and high to make all our mu.
sic. This IL the man-string. You can
go very right or very wrong on this
one." "Thses ons." he pronounced It:
and he drew out the vowels ~ though
lingering on the thought. "This 10 the
woman-string. Listen-how discord-
ant now! I tune It to the man string.
for am God Of this little world-and
now how beautiful"
you are talking poetry" said Bet
~ Barbara; and thought Of the phrase
az somewhat awkward.
"Ah. but am inspired" replied Es-
trilla.
CHE surely doesn't mean me-"
thought Betsy Barbara. that would be
too delicious!" However, he was look
ing not ut her but at the guitar.)
He strummed little shimmerinR
chords ~ he spoke. He fell to silence.
but still the languorous music Quivered
from the guitar. Betsy. Barbara turned
about on the plano stool, her hands
folded lightly in her lap. her eyes cast
down.
1t was many years before Betsy Bar
bara. looking back over everything,
could analyEe the feeling of that mo-
msnt, could put 1t In its true relation
to herself and her life. At the time,
she knew only that she sat there i'm.
passive. embarrassed. but inert, that
she felt shame yet also q furtivs pleas
ure at the steady look Of those caress-
ing eyes. It lasted only moment.
Tho outer door slammed violently.
Betsy-Barbara started ~ though
caught In something guilty. She hesi-
tated = moment for fear OF showing
her feelings to Estrilla. Then she
walked out into the hall. There was
no one in sight. That seemed curl
Gus, since the hall stairs were not car
peted, and one could hear footsteps.
1t was as though some one had opened
the front door and then quickly closed
it again without entering. When she
turned back, puzzled, she felt the ne
cessity for explanation.
u thought it might be Miss Hard
ing" she said, falsely-"I wanted to
see her."
He only smiled the same caressing
smile. But the spell was cracked: and
Betsy-Barbara herself completed the
break. Half an hour later she winged
q hint. which he caught mid-course, as
he seemed to catch every delicate
shaft of meaning He rose and bade
her formal good night. Il hope may
sing with you again." he said at part
ing.
Betsy-Barbara went to her own
room. She dwadled over her prepare.
tions for undressing. making q dozen
starts and stops. She was not sleepy;