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The garçon who says, he will give or no. A Yankee, sitting “ I speke Aingliss,” brings us each a de- with a Spaniard, offers her his cigar. licious orange granizada, a sort of half- The Spaniard gravely pushes the cigar frozen water-ice, familiar to Italy, but away, and gives her a medio. unknown in America. It is ice in the More pertinacious is the seller of lotfirst enthusiasm of freezing,— condensed, tery-tickets, male or female, who has not hardened. Promoting its liquefac- more at stake, and must run the risk tion with the spoon, you enjoy it through of your displeasure for the chance of the mediation of a straw. The unskil
Even in your bed you ful make strange noises and gurglings are hardly safe from the ticket-vender. through this tenuis avena; but to those You stand at your window, and he, who have not forgotten the accomplish- waiting in the street, perceives you, and ment of suction, as acquired at an early with nods, winks, and showing of his period of existence, the modus in
is wares endeavors to establish a commueasy and agreeable.
nication with you. Or you stop and You will hardly weary of watching the wait somewhere in your rolante, and in groups that come and go and sit and talk the twinkling of an eye the wretch is at in this dreamy place. If you are a lauly, your side to bear you company
you every black eye directs its full, tiresome drive off again. At the Doininica he is stare at your face, no matter how plain especially persevering, and stands and that face may be. But you have learned waits with as much zeal as if he knew before this to consider those eyes as so the saintly line of Milton. Like the begmany black dots, so many marks of won- gar, however, he is discriminative in the der with no sentence attached; and so choice of his victims, and persecutes the you coolly pursue your philosophizing in stony Yankee less than the oily Spanyour corner, strong in the support of a iard, whose inbred superstitions force him companion, who, though deeply humani- to believe in luck. tarian and peaceful, would not hesitate Very strange stories do they tell about to punch any number of Spanish heads the trade in lottery-tickets,--strange, at that should be necessary for the mainte- least, to us, who consider them the folly nance of your comfort and his dignity. of follies. Here, as in Italy, the lotteries
The scene is occasionally varied by the are under the care of the State, and their appearance of a beggar-woman, got up in administration is as careful and imporgreat decency, and with a wonderful air tant as that of any other branch of fiof pinched and faded gentility. She wears nance. They are a regular and even an old shawl upon her head, but it is as reputable mode of investment. The nicely folded as an aristocratic mantilla; wealthy commercial houses all own tickher feet are cased in the linen slippers ets, sometimes keeping the same number worn by the poorer classes, but there for years, but more frequently changing are no unsavory rags and dirt about her. after each unsuccessful experiment. A " That good walk of yours, friend," I French gentleman in Havana assured thought, “ does not look like starvation.” me that his tickets had already cost him Yet, if ever there were a moment when seven thousand dollars.
* And now," one's heart should soften towards an im- said he, “ I cannot withdraw, for I canposing tellow-creature, it is when one is not lose what I have already paid. The in the midst of the orange granizudla. number has not been up once in eight The beggar circles slowly and mourn- years; its turn must come soon. If I fully round all the marble tables in turn, were to sell my ticket, some one would holding out her hand to each, as the be sure to draw the great prize with it plate is offered at a church collection. the week after.” This, perhaps, is not She is not importunate; but, looking in very unlike the calculations of business each one's face, seems to divine whether risks most in vogue in our great cities. A single ticket costs an ounce (seven- and there groups of ladies in full ballteen dollars); but you are constantly dress, fresh from the Paseo, the volante offered fractions, to an eighth or a six- waiting for them outside. All is then at teenth. There are ticket-brokers who its gayest and busiest; but your favorite accommodate the poorer classes with in- waiter, with disappointment in his eyes, terests to the amount of ten cents, and will tell you that there is “no mas” of so on. Thus, for them, the lottery re- your favorite granizada, and will perplaces the savings-bank, with entire un- suade you to take, I know not what naucertainty of any return, and the demor- seous substitute in its place; for all ices alizing process of expectation thrown are not good at the Dominica, and some into the bargain.
The negroes invest a are (excuse the word) nasty. People good deal of money in this way, and we sit and sip, prolonging their pleasures heard in Matanzas a curious anecdote with dilatory spoon and indefatigable on this head. A number of negroes, tongue. Group follows group; but the putting their means together, had com- Spaniards are what I should call heavy missioned a ticket-broker to purchase sitters, and tarry long over their ice or and hold for them a certain ticket. Af- chocolate. The waiter invariably brings ter long waiting and paying up, news to every table a chafing-dish with a burncame to Matanzas that the ticket had ing coal, which will light a cigar long drawn the $100,000 prize. The owners after its outer glow has subsided into of the negroes were in despair at this ashy white. Some humans retain this intelligence. “ Now my cook will buy kindling power ;- vide Ninon and the himself,” says one; “my calesero will be ancient Goethe ;- it is the heart of fire, free," says another; and so on. The poor not the flame of beauty, that does it. slaves ran, of course, in great agitation, When one goes home, tired, at ten or to get their money. But, lo! the office eleven, the company shows no sign of was shut up. The rascal broker had ab- thinning, nor does one imagine how the sconded. He had never run the risk of ground is ever cleared, so as to allow an purchasing the ticket; but had coolly ap- interval of sleep between the last ice at propriated this and similar investments night and the first coffee in the morning. to his own use, preferring the bird in It is the universal siesta which makes the hand to the whole aviary of possi- the Cubans so bright and fresh in the bilities. He was never heard of more; evening. With all this, their habits are but should he ever turn up anywhere, I sober, and the evening refreshment alcommend him as the fittest subject for ways light. No suppers are eaten here; Lynch-law on record.
and it is even held dangerous to take Well, as I have told you, all these fruit as late as eight o'clock, P. M. golden chances wait for you at the Do- The Dominica has still another aspect minica, and many Americans buy, and to
you, when you go there in the charfoolish when they acknowledge acter of a citizen and head of family to it. The Nassauese all bought largely order West India sweetmeats for homeduring their short stay; and even their consumption. You utter the magie word little children held up with exultation dulces, and are shown with respect into their fragments of tickets, all good for the establishment across the way, where something, and bad for something, too. a neat steam-engine is in full operation,
If you visit the Dominica in the even- tended by blacks and whites, stripped ing, you find the same crowd, only with above the waist, and with no superfluous a sprinkling of women, oftenest of your clothing below it. Here they grind the own country, in audacious bonnets, and chocolate, and make the famous prewith voices and laughter which bring the serves, of which a list is shown you, with black eyes upon them for a time. If
As you will probably it be Sunday evening, you will see here lose some minutes in perplexity as to
which are best for you to order, let me but
you will find in such an outlay food tell you that the guava jelly and mar- for repentance. One word in your ear: malade are first among them, and there do not buy the syrups, for they are made is no second. You may throw in a little with very
bad sugar, and have no savor pine-apple, mamey, lime, and cocoa-plum; of the fruits they represent. but the guava is the thing, and, in case And this is all I can tell about the of a long run on the tea-table, will give Dominica, which I recommend to all of the most effectual support. The limes you for refreshment and amusement. used to be famous in our youth; but in We have nothing like it in New York these days they make them hard and or Boston, - our salons of the same detough. The marmalade of bitter oranges scription having in them much more to is one of the most useful of Southern pre- eat and much less to see. As I look serves; but I do not remember it on the
back upon it, the place assumes a deeply list of the Dominica. Having given your Moorish aspect. I see the fountain, the order, let me further advise you to re- golden light, the dark faces, and intense main, if practicable, and see it fulfilled; black eyes, a little softened by the comas you will find, otherwise, divers trifling forting distance. Oh! to sit there for one discrepancies between the bill and the hour, and help the garçon's bad English, goods as delivered, which, though of and be pestered by the beggar, and torcourse purely accidental, will all be, mented by the ticket-vender, and support somehow, to the Dominica's advantage, the battery of the wondering looks, which and not to yours. If you are in moder- make it sin for you, a woman, to be abroad ate circumstances, order eight or ten by day! Is there any purgatory which dollars' worth; if affluent, twenty or thir- does not grow lovely as you remember ty dollars' worth; if rash and extrava- it? Would not a man be hanged twice, gant, you may rise even to sixty dollars; if he could ?
[To be continued.)
[Continued from the July Number.]
HOW IT WAS KEPT.
well-born woo and be wooed, while such PART SECOND.
as we must steal away to happiness as to
crime, and plight our rows under the It was late when Zelma Burleigh re- chill and shadow of night!” But the next turned to the Grange. As she stole soft- moment she felt that there was about ly into the hall, she startled an Italian her love a piquant sense of peril and greyhound, which was lying asleep on a lawlessness, a wild flavor infinitely more mat near the door. As he sprang up,
to her taste than would be any prudent, the little silver bells on his collar tin- commendable affection grown in drawkled out his master's secret;— Sir Harrying-rooms, nourished by conventionalism, Willerton was still in the drawing-room and propped by social fitness; and rewith Bessie.
membering the manly beauty and brilAs Zelma passed up to her cham- liant parts of her lover, she felt that she ber, she said to herself bitterly,—“ Thus would not exchange him for the proudest openly and fearlessly can the rich and noble of the realm.
After a time Bessie came stealing up perplexed and alarmed, Zelma disapfrom the drawing-room, and lay down peared! by her cousin's side, softly, for fear of For several days there were anxious waking her; and all night long Bessie's inquiries and vain searches in every disecret curled about her smiling mouth, rection,--storming, weeping, and sleepand quivered through the lids of her shut lessness in the Squire's usually happy eyes, and overran her red lips in mur- household; and then came a letter, whose murs of happy dreams; but Zelma's se- Scottish post-mark revealed much of the cret burned like slow fire in her deepest mystery. It was from Zelma, telling that heart. Bessie dreamed of merry games she had left the Grange forever, and beand quiet rambles and country fêtes with come the wife of “Mr. Bury, the strollthe gay Sir Harry; but Zelma, when at ing player"; and saying that she had last she slept, dreamed of wandering with taken this step of her own free will, her adventurous lover from province to knowing it to be a fatal, unpardonable province,—then of playing Juliet to his sin against caste, and that it would set a Romeo before a vast metropolitan audi- great gulf between her and her respect
able relatives. Yet, she asked, had not Days went on, and Bessie's pure, trans- a gulf of feeling, as deep and wide, ever parent nature, a lily-bud of sweetest separated their hearts from the gypsy's womanhood, seemed unconsciously re- daughter? and was it not better and vealing itself, leaf by leaf, to all the more honest to break the weak social world, and blooming out its beautiful in- ties of protection and dependence which nermost life; but Zelma's secret still had stretched like wild vines across the smouldered in her shut heart, never by chasm to hide it from the world ? She any chance flaming up to her lips in then bade them all an abrupt and final words. Her mouth assumed a look of farewell. It was a letter brief, cold, and rigid resolution, almost of desperation; curt, almost to insolence; but beneath and her eyes shone with a hard, dia- her new name, which was dashed off mond-like brilliancy, fitful, but never soft with somewhat of a dramatic flourish, or tearful. Her manner grew more and there appeared hurriedly scrawled in more moody and constrained, till even pencil a woman's postscript, containing her matter-of-fact uncle and aunt, good the real soul of the letter, a passionate easy souls, and her absorbed cousin, be- burst of feeling, a bitter cry of longcame curious and anxious. The little repressed, sorrowful tenderness. It imelfish black pony was in more frequent plored forgiveness for any pain she might request than ever; for his mistress now ever have given them, for any disgrace went out at any hour that suited her she might ever bring upon them,- it. whim, in any weather, chose the loneliest thanked and blessed them for past kind. by-ways, and rode furiously. Often, at ness, and humbly prayed for them the evening, she ascended a dark gorge of choicest gifts and the most loving prothe western hills and plunged down on tection of Heaven. This postscript was the other side, as though in hot pursuit signed “ Zelle,"— the orphan's childish of the setting sun; and at length there and pet name at the Grange, which she came a report froin the gossiping post- now put off with the peace and purity mistress of a little village over there, that of maidenhood and domestic life. she came for letters, which she duly re- When it was known how Zelma Burceived, addressed in a dashing, manly leigh had fled, and with whom, the neighhand. This story', coming to the ears of boring gentry were duly shocked and Roger Burleigh, quickened his dull sus- scandalized. The village gossips depicions that “ something was wrong with clared that they had always foreseen that poor girl"; and just as he was get- some such fate for that strange girl," ting positive and peremptory, and Bessie and sagely prophesied that the master
of Willerton Hall would abandon all Mrs. Burleigh was but a dutiful echo thought of an alliance with a family of her husband's prejudices, and gave up whose escutcheon had suffered so her hapless niece as lost beyond redempverely. But they counted on the baro- tion ; but Bessie, though she grieved net, not on the man,- and so, for once, more than either, suffered from no sense were mistaken.
of humiliation, and allowed no virtuous As for honest Roger Burleigh, he was anger, no injurious doubts, to enter her beside himself with amazement and in- blessed little heart. Yet she missed her dignation at the folly and ingratitude lost companion, her strong friend, and, of his niece and the measureless pre- still vine-like in her instincts, turned sumption of “ that infernal puppy of a wholly to the new support, — to one who play-actor,” as he denominated Zelma's submitted himself gladly to the sweet inclever husband.
thralment, and felt all the grander for As he was one day talking over the the luscious weight and tendril-like clasp. sad affair with his friend Sir Harry, And so Love came to pretty Bessie's who best succeeded in soothing him heart“ with healing in his wings.” down, he inveighed against all actors and actresses in the strongest terms of Unspeakable was the dismay of Mr. aversion and contempt, giving free ex- Bury at finding that a very modest pression to the violent provincial preju- amount of personal property was all that dice of his time against players of all de- his runaway wife could hope to receive grees.
from her relatives, — that she was utterly “But, my dear Sir," interrupted the portionless, her father having more than young Baronet, “ your niece has not be- exhausted the patrimony of a younger come an actress, — only the wife of a son. He had supposed, from Zelma's appromising actor.”
parently honorable position in the house“No, – but she will be one yet. She's hold of her uncle, that she was, if not stage-struck now, more than anything an heiress, at least respectably dowered. else; and mark my words,—that villain Had he been better informed, it is doubt. will have her on the boards before the ful whether, improvident and enamored year's end, and live by her ranting. Why, as he was, he would have ruralized and you see, Sir Harry, strolling is in the practicalized Romeo in the lane of Burblood, and must out, I suppose. The leigh Grange. Zelma herself, too ungirl, as you may have heard, is half gyp- worldly to suspect that self-interest had sy. My brother, Captain Burleigh, was anything to do with her conquesi, never a sad scamp, and actually married a alluded to her lack of dowry till it was Spanish Zincala! He was drunk at the too late. Then both manly shame and time, we have the consolation to be- manly passion (for the actor loved her lieve, or he could never have so far be- in his way, which was by no means her lied his good old English blood, dissipat way, or the way of any large, loyal naed dog as he was. To be sure, she saved ture) restrained all unbecoming expreshis life once, and really was a beautiful, sion of chagrin and disappointment, devoted creature, by all accounts; and which yet sunk into his heart, and preif Zelma had done no worse than she,– pared the not uncongenial soil for a goodrun away with any poor devil, provided ly crop of suspicion, jealousy, alienation, only he were a gentleman, — or if she aversion, and all manner of domestic inhad gone off vagabondizing with one of felicities. her mother's people, it would not have We cannot follow Zelma step by step, been so infamous an affair as it is; she in her precarious and wandering life, for might still have been accounted an hon- the six months succeeding her marriage. est woman;- but, my God, Sir Harry, It was a life not altogether distasteful to a strolling player!"
her. She was not enough of a fine lady