The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-12-18
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completely, and Rafael Brull,
Deputy from AIcira, spent the
night shaking hands. receiving
congratulations, listening to sere-
nades, waiting for morning 10
come that he might run to the
Blue House and receive Leonora's
ironic good wishes.
I'm very glad to hear it," the
actress said. Now you'll be leav-
ing very soon and I'll lose sight
of you. 1t is high time really!
You know. my dear child, you
were j beginning to get tiresoTne,
with your assiduous worship, that
mute, persistent, tenacious adora-
ton of yours But up in Madrid
you'u get over ii all. Tut. tut,
noWdo1l't say you won't. no
need to perjure yourself. ! guess
1 know what young men are like!
next time we meet, you'll have
other things In your head. I'll
be a friend, just 9 friend; and
that's what and ALL want to
be-
But win I find you here when
come back?s Rafael asked, an
xiously.
You want to know more things
than anybody I ever knew! How
can AZ say whether I'll be here
or not? Nobody in the world was
ever sure of holding me. ! dor'-
know where III be tomorrow my
self. But, no." she continued,
gravelc, lii YOU come back by
next spring, you'll find me here.
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until then. '
But they saw each other en-
many another afternoon In the
now with the fragrance Of ripe
oranges.
Leonora, standing on tiptos
toward Rafael, was looking for
d particularly choice orange among
the dense branches. AS she
proud, graceful curves OF her
beautiful than ever.
I'm leaving tomorrow" the
young man said, dispiritedly.
Leonora turned around. She
had found her orange and WINS
RCGAlAAS II Will AtC1s 4OAAS PUN 1lkAbAEs
Tomorrow she said, smiling.
Everything comes IL you wait
long enoughl The best OF success
to you, senior deputy.
And bringing the fragrant fruit
to her lips, she sank her white,
glistening teeth into the golden
Ito sense the full warm sweet
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Rafael stood there pale and
trembling, as IL something des-
perate were in his mind.
'Leonora! Leonora! Surely you
are not going to send me away
like tlnis?''
And then suddenly, carried away
by a passion so long restrained,
so long crushed under tlnaidity
and fear, he ran up to her, seized
her hands and hungrily sought
her lips.
Z "Oh! What in the world are
you up to, Rafael? How dare
your she cried. And with one
thrust OF her powerful arms she
threw him bacIs, staggering.
young man stood there with low
written on every line OF his face.
You see, I'm q strong woman,
sand Leonora, in a. voice CULVER
foolish tricks, or you'll be sorry
time; but then gradually re-
covered her equanimity, and
began to laugh at the pitable
81 al trIxfr Ans-
But what a child you are,
Rafael! IL that what you call 4
friendly good-by? How little you,
tiers, you do. / see Well, just
understand, I'm impregnable. un-
less choose to be otherwise.
ing able to kiss so much as the
were going, Rafael. Wen still
be friends, Of course. But in
case we are to see each other
again, don't forget what I tell you.
Don't waste your time. I cannot
be yours. I'm tired of men; per-
haps l hate them. / have known
the handsomest, the most ele-
CANT, the most famous Of them
all. have been almost a queen;
queen on the left hand side, as
the French say"
And she laughed q cruel, mock
ing laugh-that cut Rafael to the
quick. Leonora soon repented Of
her cruelty.
She stepped up to the boy until
she was almost touching him.
Then taking his chin in her two
hands, she made him raise his
head.
''Oh, / have hurt you, haven't
L. What mean things / have said
to the poor child! Lift that head
up! Look me straight In the eye!
Say that you forgive me! That
cursed habit ] have OF never hold
ing my tongue! I was joking!
No; Rafael, you are a very hand
some chap indeed, and very dis
tinguiShed, and you'll make a
great name for yourself in Mad
ridI And you'll marry-oh, my
very stylish. elegant, society
girl. can see all that. Why,
there are tears in your eyes.
Well, here; come kiss my hand.
will let you. ais you did that
night-there, like that! / could
be yours only il / loved you; but,
alas! shall never fall in love
with the dashing RafaeIito. I'm
an old woman, already, and I've
been so lavish with my heart,
spent it so freely, I'm afraid ]
have none left. Poor little Rafael.
I'm so sorry; but, you see, you
came so late-so later'
PART TWO
Chapter 1.
Hidden in the tall. thick rose