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Vol. XXII. {NBN aticwetorse:t
Entered according to Act of Conaress in tae year 1595. by NORMAN L. MUNRO. in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at ye ‘askington, D. ©.
NEW YORK, SATURDAY,
A Sail In Summer Time,
py wns, at, a, irDDER.
Wego: sailing
our bon bright
oating igh
Go safling, my
Darling and 1:
Therers nothing th chat adds
ae
Sinkes love: setae,
Like @ sail on the
ES
Alone with the one
herish—
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4
3
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a oe
Billows' white crest?
el sing. f
Hoaves wal bs lighter,
Tine an yonder light clouds
weit og a the
Little boats pass us,
Bomerey, ny
Darling aud It
And e'en if a storm
Should overtake us; i
‘And sunlight be i
Hid for an nour; .
Within sone near fi
Harbor we'll gnchor—
‘As save as a fee
Tn a bow
Ne matter what comes
vith love
Re sou
‘Together alway!
Go sailing, m:
Darling and 11
Entered accord
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9 to Act of Congress, the year 1905, by Norman In Munro, fm the oflee of the Librarian of
‘Congress at Washington, D. C,
Leone,
the Fair;
THE FLOWER OF SPAIN.
By Abi S. Jackman,
Author
Wives
weet Kate O°Conor,™
‘The Milier's Lass," Corinne,
“My Highland Lassi
ie Fisherman's Daughter,”
The Captive Bride”
‘One of He
« Edeboeies,”
“ One of His
fer Husbands,” etc, etc.
(This Story iti not be Published in Book form.)
CHAPTER I.
‘um riowEn oF sears,
vr fair the night
to sky thfowe back fiat arch of light!
‘That allver covenant got on her breast
tears
Weal ast.
kno
Que fatth unpledged can bUE tore lasting grow.
‘sh, love, tow fait the ig! a eo
ing,
pon the night air, the sweet, vibrating tones
melting tato fain sfiite-torling” echoes, and at
last dying away. ¢ did nightingale | *
Ming there awoctiy; never did mellow mocslight re:
yeul a fatrer scene than the one its luminous raya at
that, Spain—beautiful,
Spain with hor Dives smile sie
Jaden breezes, her viieyarde ind orange
languid, dark-eyed ser passion ery
fitette tow’ like
land wh rarmth ‘a everlasting beauty,
er
er perfume:
roves, her
believed, by
that bioo
their heads in
‘ato pase them by,
as she was fair, this peerless
mnder that there were many swains
who vowed they would win her or die. But she
loved a isnavome gallant
forbidden her
snptog enve happy
‘There | ‘were no signs of the
sweet nded, but oe) nt the
or
jong bad ¢ ‘closer ginnce,
y-mantied wals cf the cate revealed a beautiful
face with epee like stern & mouth Ike,» curved
cerlmson biosso: wry throat tnd neck, frame
fa the casement high up
The white lace mantila hed slipp
ban
tnd the silken bate was Rowing oF ree her
No wonder they
of Spain, for she was the
foveliest tropteal flower thet ever bloomed beueat
warm, eunny skies,
She was a prisoner io the tower, placed th
her father, he would not consent to give
oe er lover, Jove Sanches, to whos ber trata as
ighted, and wed Don Miguel Francisco, the bride-
Eroom he bed choses for ner
“There had been a terite scene, Dow Pero
threatening his daughter, udty refusing to
obey him, and the result hat she was a. pris-
onet, in charge of Litas, her faithful old nuree, who
had cared for ‘her ever since she Ww: Not
ere by
| eK Uke thats
you.
whom her stern father had | FOU
thus her young life was | [07
her be-
he belleved she
her her con-
ne pretended to ngree with the angry
ything, while she was In sympathy wit!
that she would ald Don Pedro in makin
Joved young mistress unbappy, but
could ro for hi
stantly.
upae of your adored: lov
o
ing burst of huter fell from the
ips, aud she shrugged ber dimpled
{sther for one moment believe
tat 1, Leonora a, Santo, will ever wed the nan
whom he has shal y husband?" she
eked. scornful iy “ Seyi ‘a wil Tomals a prisoner
ie —
and ugly that no one w
ase to lové
0 be ply and wr ioe
You wrinkled a)
proachfully.
went ma
e true to me, though Live
Tigiy?” the nurse broke in r
“ en my angell Ah,
you shall not, for I will not listen
\d never fear but what we suall find a way
ou tomect sour beloved Jose eave that all
tp as the faithful, who would lay down hi
lite for her bursting,
ree, seit treaaura sou, trem Lennar
gxiainet | d tnpulsively, throw
the with eck a oy ne het froth oun cueek
ageinet tre faded i do without
‘Ou? How should ever see my beloved were toot
for you, and— "AI what ie that I heart Surely | {2
trembled with eagerness, and she leaned
asement window. There was no one in
sight, but, away in the fragrant distance she could
ce, and she listened, longing to have him near.
He Was an lie knew it—her heart
wen and gO fair the night” .
rescent moon how bright!
it sea avd
Perchance a vor sispance co Urea
What empty thing are’
‘onde
When hearts are truet -
Ah, sweet, how (ale the mighti?* 5
eS
FS
—
; WPERERP I,
SN
a low, frighten- | sout her
for you, would make | Here, setorita?” the oldu
re-
ou must not burs!
c
oo?
LAND IMS TRO
JULY
7.
fl
NN
Leonore could see Jose's h.
crim
As the last words died out {na lingering burst of
melody, Leonore turned to hor old nurse, her eyes
slowing, her cheeks like twa rose
“It is’ my beloved ging, nurse!” sh
claimed ee lovely, ste vere ius emis. Did
you, nok hear him? his voice.
Ka, ‘nurse "coming tot tte aldo and Koceling
down, var her ott oun arms crept coaxingly
“11 think be will be bere ere long
beneath, this window, Something tells
“Pray, how did he learn that you were a prisoner
urse asked, tryiug bard to
ear stern. “Tam sure he had no way of finding | en
i out for your father would Bot tell him, and you
have been’a prisoner ete for only
“You forget that you arranged it to that the note
fe him Jast night woule reach ‘is
fag, nurse,” ‘Leonotenanownzedy
herself.
him this morn
Jaughing softly
ainold woinan who dearly loves ber
her life to enve
ov fou love the gala i Soon
ener Fat tne graceful vend with tender hand.
“Ta plat
who
moment's pain
and he in tira lore ou.) If arated,
ie mill be sure to break both sour henrta an
yur lives the uid T not afd you to to nd
Rappneat Why a T stand
ae young lives ctushy blighted, ara alt re olde
the eve fold for whict your father. woul sell
ZOU ,mY Prelty one, Tom, 80 3 youn
and'holy? He has gold nou reat a "ae
hot satisfied, - No, ho woul
to that wieked} b
tk sf u
never hare on, my. prelty ong [seat it When
i y upon ber deathbed, and
pou : tiny, helpless babe: nestled azaingt her feeble
reast I peld her cold hands in mine, and
» BP
"ie! thas gold
what to do
, that your heart belongs to the brave,
fom Joso, and yethe would apo our wisi ature.
But he shall not, » I will be true to jead m
er, and to you, my litle one, Old Lil
formake her precious baba. ut Im
for should Den Pedro find out that Iam befriending
you instead of being true to him, he would drive me
forth from hie root with curseay and thon, senorit
Fou would be absolutely frioudiess, and they w
a
roe TAVE OBE
% Abt nurse dear, (yiesr you are Eroming my
coul, | wh
Ab, thank Heaven you a
Mie But
whand | foo
Vet ‘eee
27, 1898.
some, uplifted face in the moonlight, and a taking a great
son-hearted rose from her snowy bosom, she threw it down
force you to wed Don Miguel, and thus ruin your
je life, You see for yourself how Lilas inust
Be
acl
TT soe it all; nurse dear, and from the bottom of
heart I thank you,” Leonore murmured softly.
TY know you love mé dearly, and will do all sn your
power to ald me.
Ah, what's fate would be mine
Rare you not here, ‘They would Tear me away from
ny adored Jove, whom 1 love far better than my own
te, ay, Detter than my ver opes of Heaven,
“Hush, senorita, hush, my Jewel,” the nurse in~
terrupted ently, placing her fingers across the
Roe. «You must not say that,
him it byon may the ean Jose, but do not place
ho rules your life.”
But a ae sou only Kuew how I love my
handsome Joee,” te gitt aswered in an eager whis-
per. When T hear the sound of hie dear voice,
beats fast within my bosom, fluttering like
ea rubs through my
are into
wrere possible, for your Kindness to me, ‘You are [eyes and there bebold the ten er evenichh ‘t
aniangel, and but for You T suouia die of deepair,” seems tome seit T were in beaven. Tho toucl
bush, my Jewel? the okt woman an-| bis hand makes me Tremble, ard hie kies Upon oy
‘ould that you might know the
Ms rele se ny soul”
love was your mother, senorita,” the
old woos replied with a grave shake of the’ heal
“And my second love is your own sweet self, All
my life have I be
shall be trug to thera wotil Ede,
fhe will never fad one, and your happl-
st n you rejotee, T. rejoice;
when you are sad, ind weep, then sad.
My life belongs to you, senorita,”
T'too am.
CHAPTER I
segue goxe Twat Tmnivia 908 HEART WIT RAP
TURE,”
of sincerity, mingled with sorrow,
oth the beautiful "ieee
Hore's neart, and she ald her head upon
true and lofsl, deeply geatefut that Sie ‘pestsieed | ber.
such a
evens she whispered,
«Qa but for you OY boul be aidne fo my sercom,
J would bave no one to eheer mo when 1am parted
Icom my dear love, doce. Sty rather ie 40 cruel,
unkind: he would force me to wed Don Miguel,
om T abhor, and my life ould be ruined forever.
re here tocheer and comfort
A ahall see bim ere long.’ Soon. shall 1
oi Into his loving eyes; soon shall I fe
kisses upon my lips; for, nurse,
to see him alone for a little while.
other day pass without meeting my be
‘and you,
who ate so wise, 80 truttful, you it wel me, will
jou not??
“1 will
i belp you, senorita,” the old. nurse an-
silken, head of her bee
grr, stuy stroking the
loved charge,
find the happk
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ch Is to store for yous
faithfor “o bi not to you.
you to wed Don Mi-
wou
senorita, ft behooves us to
cireumepect,, And then—— Ab,
what is
Te was the same tenor voice
tance
beneat ‘he window of th
where Leonore was
& is tin
tender
fog bitweclt oo w guitar, abd the
maiden leaned fat out Whe case-
ent to see bitn.
tbe silvery moonlight revealed
his handsome face and dark, ten
der eyes, upraised to the window
in which appeared bis peerless
love.
‘Who coutd blame bia for ador-
ing ber when she wi
vo fair? She ooked. more like &
nan a flea seit
8 responsive echo within her {e-
‘Beautiful words they are too,
under the sunny skieg
itt the foot of be old
tower with the moonlight Kise:
ing the face of bis lady love 3
ane:
eve eto lien, on
both. Krew
The uieht wind ceesed ecm
ing as though to listen
‘The moon was softly shining
‘O'er mountain, sea and shore:
A fender heart was pi
Sho watehed for him that eve
‘alone,
“Ab, will thot come, my love, my
The day "i o'er, the stare are
I wait for thes to-night?
Softly afar from o'er the misty
Sighed his guitar
+ PeSnore, I love but thee,
Tiove but thee, T love but thee!”
“Come with me o'er the say
we shall ever guide thee,
Hoi be beside thea:
Llores but thee, I live for thee!
me with mo o'er the sea,
Lore shail over guide thee
Nibate'er betide thea I love thee,
Tove, I lore but thee
The moon its light is hiding,
‘The casement opens slow,
And love her step is guid
Towhere! Bective ats blo
‘Then side by side they cross the
farewell to Spain! good-by to
ome!
pride
For she has flown from wealth and p
‘To be her lover's bride!
* Faremell! she sighed, while softly whispered he,
‘Whate'er betide,
Leonore, I love but thee,
Tiove but thee, I love but thee.”
“ Come with me o'er the sea;
Lore shall evar guide thes,
Twill be beside the
Yove shall ever guide
Hibaer letidefthiee 1 tove thee,
The ascionale, Jove-taden voica died out in one
te ret of, thelody, and trembling with bli
a i farther out the casement,
‘She could see bis. handsome, uplifved f
soit mooullzhiy and taking a great crimeon Seated
rose from her snowy bosom, she threw it do
him,
He picked it up from the dew-drenched grass
phere fe fell, and reseed ib to bis lips; then be bid
walle abe, ainiling, every
S07 she cout
The song thet thrills my heart with ranee!
Ab, how [love it, how I love it! Nurse, tell m
Beceem not some way by. hich Lean manage to mect
I must seo him; T eannot Tet another doy
Pi thou bein}
10 senorit
2, Fearon a you Tore Abie gallant young
ayy“
ak of bin’
over unworthy, my brave, noble Jose,
the Sraen, the deare: caret, the best in all Spain! Nay,
Lyi] not listen to ye
“There, r'nuraling, eatm yourself, and
forgive ‘ld Lilas for causing fou a moments pat?
old woman nastened io bay, seeking to soothe
“1'd0 not doubt your haudsome lover, for 1
heliove a8 sou 18 Good an true,
Bub ite one, do no! idol of him, do not
i Sak in al things, Love bim it on wil
ie adoro biaenever! Would that T mis
au two weds would that Lilan who Joves you ro
dearly, could see you turn your young faces fowant
a new land, hand in hand, to begina uew sndbap
life togethe:
SPE Tee ie eoula oul, pace bio across
the sea, as the cong wered,
reamily, her passion ark eyes
wing soft aud misty aritle ber “elses red
mouth duivered AI how
What though let op
bis da wh tw
grove rk-blue mountains, her silvery waters,
omg a me were together, 20 long as love x
rs? Ab, nurse dear, he 18 my life, my all,