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He moved his head toward the shad- ing that it must have been uncommonly owed lawn, where, at that moment, the scared; but Schwartz was past all levity. Señora Pascala was bending above a tall, “Dose lazy hussies in der kitchen haf white flower like a lily, her face, in the kilt dose hens not till alretty joost now,"

he explained, “und now dey ledt dem slip from der box avay. Dey are running alretty yet.”

Caramba! are they not some hen' to the hacienda ?" exclaimed the se

"Possibly those shall not be so scare'.”

“Efery one roosts in der trees,” explained Schwartz, hopelessly, “und der poys haf gone to der fiesta."

"Aha!" cried the señora, delightedly, “we shall make the hunt for those supper. Tha' 's ver' great pleasure, yas."

Spurred on by her enthusiasm, we set forth, armed with sticks, and speedily came to the region that Schwartz assured us was the roosting-place for his fowl. It was now dark, and we moved about under the trees, followed by a sort of hysterical Greek chorus from the maids, who seemed bent on convincing us that the supper had

itself broken jail: the three hens had flown dusk, like another lily out of the box just as Maria Josefa had there.

gone for a knife; and there was not a hole In upon our mel- in the box that one could put his hand

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— three of us had been “May St. Lawrence broil me on my own

her lovers—a series gridiron if that is not just as I say," “WITH AN UNERR. ING INSTINCT

of shrieks arose from piously declared Maria Josefa, with her FOR LOST

the rear of the house, hands under her apron. CAUSES” and into our view We heard a smothered squawk, an exul

across the side lawn tant shout from Passos, and we hurried to swept what must have been the entire meet that gentleman as he came toward us staff of the kitchen. There was a huddle out of the dusk, waving a fluttering thing. of Aying skirts bunched together, and then We clustered about him, and I lighted a they went on in full cry, disappearing in match. In the light it cast there came to the dusk amid the shrubbery that screened view a huge cock with a battered comb. the outbuildings from sight. Intermin- Maria Josefa threw her apron over her gled with the treble of feminine voices I head, laughing hysterically. fancied I caught the distracted cries of "It is Chito himself, the great-grandfrightened fowl. For a moment Schwartz father of all the flock,” she explained in stood at gaze, then, with a guttural, “ Lie- Spanish, and the señora obligingly transber Gott!" ponderously took up the chase. lated for me. “Ah, Señores, he is old

For twenty minutes we saw him no older than I, who am 'no chicken. He more, and then, as he came wearily up the would broil like a stone." slope and into the light of the open door, “It is the will of God that we kill not we saw dolor and wrath on his counte- His creatures,” piously exclaimed Carlota. nance. He paused before us.

"Is it not already proved?" "Mein frients," he said brokenly, "der Schwartz turned fiercely upon the chatsupper haf run avay!”

tering maids. There came a smothered giggle from “To the house go alretty!” he stormed. the Señora Pascala, from which I decor- "You have scared all mit der tongue.” ously tried to draw attention by remark- “I, too, shall go to help with those sup

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per," said the Señora Pascala, and hurried whispered, "each to select one. The far up the slope after the maids.

one shall be yours, the most nearer, mine. Barzilla, with the stout man's secret Try not for too much. The greedy hand ambition for agility,

for agility, had somehow sticks in the jar, you know, Señor." mounted into a tree; but, with an unerring We were successful, and with a shout instinct for lost causes, had selected a came to earth, and with the now happy thorny one. For twenty minutes the time Schwartz set out for the house. At the of the entire party was consumed in extri- door of the kitchen the smiling señora cating him, when he retired from the hunt, met us, the eager maids at her shoulders. thoroughly convinced that Carlota was no Caramba! you have succeed’!" she mean prophet.

cried, and leaned forward eagerly. Then Passos meanwhile had again come upon we saw her hands go up to her face; an his first quarry, and being convinced at unmistakable giggle escaped her. Captain last that it was indeed the aged Chito, was Miranda and I glanced down quickly, and only restrained from stamping out the life with a single impulse threw our captives of the creature by the dissuading hand and from us. We had brought in two turkey voice of Captain Miranda.

buzzards. “Do nothing in the anger, Señor," Cap- "'T is the will of God, like Carlota detain Miranda had gently chided. “Even clare'," the señora assured us, solemnly, to the old life is sweet."

though her eyes were dancing. “Yet shall It was growing darker, but coming to you have the nice supper. 'T is prepare'. a bare tree at the edge of the plantation, You all ver' hongry with so ver' hard

working, yas?"

It was indeed a good supper, and though it began in silence, grew gay at the close. Only Schwartz would not be comforted, and when he, Barzilla, and I at last withdrew to the cool gallery, he turned to us gravely, saying:

"It iss not goot for man the house to keep, no. Of dat he knows noddings. But the Señora Pascala! Himmel! dat iss a voman! Alretty haf I said I shall to Chermany return; now I go. But der liddle hacienda shall I gif to the señora. Iss it not becoming to her? Herein shall she remain mit der captain."

Hola! some wedding-gift!" murmured Barzilla.

“Dat iss it, dat iss it,” cried Schwartz -"the vedding-gift! 'T iss petter than to sell for noddings."

“But she goes to the Cape Verd, you know," I suggested, amused at the absurd

ity of a fancy that so patently ignored the Captain Miranda señora's future. and I saw dis- "When?" demanded Barzilla. "Tell tinctly outlined me that, Señor; when? Does not the seagainst the star- ñor capitan bec-ome ver' tiresome bec-ause lighted sky she manufac' so longly the delay? Does bough whereon not his ship wait, so long ready to sail ? half a dozen forms Aha! I shall make the explain: the señora huddled together. is scare' of those sea', yas. With so nice

The captain grip- wedding-gift, she shall say: 'Señor Capi“WE HAD BROUGHT

ped my arm. tan, I will remain by the nice present.

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hacienda is more better than a ship, yas. der vedding-gift. Ach! You t'ink dat iss Those ship’ is ver' lonesome and also ver' seasick. Caramba! I know, who have She sprang to her feet, wondering besail'."

wilderment in her wide eyes. Rising, Schwartz walked ponderously "To me—the hacienda!” she cried. to the edge of the gallery and called to the Madre de Dios! Señor, you going get señora.

crezzy?” “Come," he said as she looked up. “Not very crazy,” he mimicked her. “Also der captain und der liddle daughter “I go to Chermany alretty, but der liddle - all come qvick.”

place I leaf to you for der vedding-gift. He ceremoniously placed chairs for them Gewiss, it iss very becoming to you." all, and, standing before the señora, smiled "But, Señor,” she looked at Captain down upon her as he asked:

Miranda and cast down her eyes — "You like my liddle hacienda, Señora?” “but—"

"Like!" she cried. “Caramba! Señor, "Ah, Señor," said Captain Miranda, I lofe it-so nice like that heaven, you gently, "you un'stand how the señora beun'stand? No noise and fight, like those holds that difficult'? 'T is ver' muc.. apPasaquimento; no hot street; no hot preciate', yas. Hola! I myself have the house in the long row-no mens." She

tear to my eye bec-ause of the ver' gr-reat giggled, looking at us under lowered eye- generousness; but, Señor, you behol' how lids.

she shall depart in similar manner to you? "No mens, Maria Pascala ?” said Pas- Therefore shall that wedding-gift be left sos. “How you— "

desert'." “Not many mens,” she corrected her- “Like the rice thrown after a bride," I self; "just small, lit' imperfection." suggested.

“They vill go, der men,” declared Captain Miranda turned to me and Schwartz; “but you, Señora-you vill re- bowed. main yet. I gif it to you, der hacienda- “Ver' much similar to that," he said


gravely; "and that is ver' impolite to leave like the cat-quick in those manner.” present in such manner, you un'stand ?" She turned to Schwartz, her face beam

“But why shall she be desert'?" eagerlying, her eyes pools of liquid gratitude. demanded Barzilla. “'T is this manner, "Dear, kind friend, I think you so nice Señor. The Señor Schwartz he declare like some angel.” She faced Captain Mithe hacienda is ver' becoming to the se- randa, a new timidity in her voice as she ñora. We behol' the perfectness. Ver' asked: “You like, Señor? You consider well. But is the Cape Horn, the high sea, those present beautiful like me?" also perfectness ? Señor, I shall display "The Señor Schwartz is ver' large to the truth: Maria Pascala is going get ver' the heart," replied Captain Miranda; scare' by them."

“yas, tha' 's so.'

He rose, wrung “I am scare' this ver' minute," con- Schwartz's hand, then turned to the sefessed the Señora Pascala.

ñora. “But, Señora,” he said, "you are “Aha! did I not relate the truth?” cried ver' much mistak' concerning this sea. Barzilla, triumphantly. “Ver' well, is not She is ver' loving; spoil', perhaps, like all smoothed by so fine present? You shall some beautiful childs, but yet loving, Sesell your ship, and return to the perfectness. ñora. Do I not know, who have known We shall welcome you—all present inclu- her so lengthily? You are scare' of her sive- to be country

firstly, but lastly you mens to us. Behol'.

love her. She shall Señor Capitan, how all

rock you to sleep in my is nicely manufac' by

little sheep, and you us to gr-reat perfect

shall laugh at the scare,

Señora. You shall beThe señora's face

hol' all as I say." was alight with eager

The señora placed joy.

her hand lovingly on "Caramba! da''s ver'

his shoulders as she said nice!" she cried. She

in a troubled voice: looked at Captain Mi

“Tha' 's all correc' randa's thoughtful face,

like you say, of co’se, hesitated, sighed, and

Señor, then said: “But, no;

heart is scare' all the da' 's all some joke

same. Tha' 's ver' fonny like that-to give

foolish,-yas, of co'se, so nice present. I bec

- but that frightness is ome ver' much 'shamed

in my heart so much I to think in that man

think I going get crezzy ner. T is nonsent."

off it. Tha' 's ver' sad “I say I vill gif it,

business to get crezzy, und I will gif it,"

I think, yas. declared Schwartz.

It was then that Bar""T'iss petter than to

zilla spoke again, breaksell for noddings; 't is

ing in eagerly upon gif from der heart.”

Captain Miranda's hesiThe señora sighed in

tation. wondering happiness.

"Pardon, Señor," he “Ah! da' 's ver'

began, "you were going beautiful, I think, to

say how? But firstly I live always in so lovely

may ask some question, place, so near my lit'

perhaps? Gracias, Sesmall daught' and my

ñor. 'T is only the kind friends, and con

lit' small question: you sider no more those

have loaded your vessel sea'! Basta! I think "SHE IS VER' LOVING; SPOIL', PER

too deep, is it not so?" so much of those sea', HAPS, LIKE SOME BEAU.

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"Tha' 's all-almost all," he answered stoutly. "Of co'se you think long distance like that ver' lonesome; but, caramba! the more lonesomeness firstly, the greater gladness lastly, you un'stand?"

She still stood doubtful.

"Señor," she said slowly, "I ask you recollec' those ship too much load' and those leak' and those sea. Now, you recollec' all?-now, did you not think mebbe those ten thous' mile' to bec-ome nevairyou nevair get back once more? Did you? Please to tell me."

He laughed light-heartedly as he cried: "Zut! you try make me get scare' off those long ways, Señora? Caramba! I shall swim so far like that for such heaven." He looked up into her face and smiled, and she returned the look, gravely smiling.

"I shall pray to St. Anthony to make it not necessar' to swim," she cried.

Schwartz, rapidly walking to and fro on the gallery, now paused beside us. I think he had scarcely heard our talk.

"It grows dark," he said. "I t'ink ve shall enter der house, nicht wahr?"

We trooped into the great living-room, where lamps were already lighted, with something of new interest in it for all of

hand lightly, in disparagement of Barzilla's serious tone.

"Perhaps, Señor," he replied. "Yas, 't is confess'; a little. But, caramba! I load always in such manner, and am I not here after many such loading'? Those lit' small vessel', are they not similar to the donkey, to be loaded much to make the pay? Otherwise the loss, yas."

"And she leaks, is it not so?" Barzilla went on relentlessly. "Each morning the crew is to the pumps; they become ver' tiresome."

"Como no? Why not?" demanded the captain. "A little leak,-a few hundred stroke',-what is that? Basta! It is It is trifle." He snapped his fingers.

"Ah, tha' 's all just like I hear to the landing," said Barzilla. "Some peop' they behol' your vessel, and they shake the head. 'Ha!' they declare, 'she is load' too deep. Oh, those reckless! They load too deep, yet they arrive; yet some day they shall not arrive.' Señor-" Barzilla leaned forward and solemnly laid his hand on Captain Miranda's knee-"consider if on that day you arrive not, the Señora Pascala arrive not also. Consider that, and also how she was ver' scare' to those sea and those vessel."

"They shall burn always before his shrine till you come," she declared.

"But if that vessel is sell," broke in the Señora Pascala, eagerly, "is there not the hacienda yet, Señor? You want desert so nice present off the Señor Schwartz. You want make him ver' sawrry?"

"And if I come not bec-ause those sea' She placed her hand quickly over his lips. "'Sh!" she cried. "You going let St. Anthony think you think he cannot fix those sea nice-unbeliever?"

"Not unbeliever, Señora," he replied; "but when you desire the heaven ver' much, and think 't is ver' near, and, caramba! you find 't is ten thousand mile' off you, you think mebbe-you think-" Then he paused.

"I want make nobuddy sawrry, Señora," replied Captain Miranda, humbly, "and leastly of all peop' you. Therefore shall it be like you desire. Caramba! what other shall I ask but your desire? You desire it so? Hola! it is so. You shall remain by that wedding-gift."

"You think how, Señor?" she asked almost sharply. Her brow was wrinkled with anxiety.

"Nothing, Señora."

"You think what, Señor?" she repeated. "You un'stand how I ask you some question?"

"And you also, Señor?" she asked; "of co'se. Tha''s ver' foolish to ask. I think I get crezzy."

"I shall go, but to return," he replied. "It is not possible to sell my lit' sheep here. Caramba! no. Therefore, 't is necessar' to go; but only to return, you un'stand?"

She stooped and kissed him before us all. "Vaga con Dios! Go with God, Señor!" she murmured. "He shall bring you back to me ver' quick."

He smiled up into her face.

"We shall burn some candle' to St. Anthony to watch on me," he said tenderly.

He bowed as he said:

"You think those ten thousand mile' is ver' far off those heaven, Señora-just that manner."

"Señor, you think more. Please to declare all," she said, and stood back, eying him sternly.


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