The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 26, 1899, Page 25

SAN FRANCISCO, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1899. . .7.9 Claimant r the 14th of 11 the luxury in Fresno ble. alpha gracias! liciously i air—there doors of which will alway ; is Rosa Benitez. Rosa, Lola” is the sweet than “Dolores” from the that may be in store f e she is lon 1at the , if fickle Fortune and be welcome. f life's draught has bee annot but belfeve that the n be a certainty. are even more sanguine Wood, Judge W. L. Pic They are Wwa e hting her c Messrs, I lores de Lave: de Lave se Vice . Dolgres a goodly Laveaga 1ys Dolores with a dainty i not even know that Jos In fact the name De Laveaga had \ot until a gentleman called at Laveaga that she remembered scratic name cobwebs frot nemories of tions. And the it of his in- ght Dolores packed her trunk, ! San Frangisco. sudden and very strange this story that the way to the ¢ But it appealed to her aled to te love of littl te in the Occidental Hotel o was idly swinging in a Santa Maria!” when she . It was for Dolores de right to that ar h brush awa all his que e. So when a pretty let shp a a4 wide its eves when the story finally com- they did not know that Dolores, who had n rl, was the heroine of mances of old. tle the r ga family moved from Mexico power in the Mexican 2d senor with all the permitted. The De Laveaga et near Dupont. Three sons the younger members of the 1ce she was a 1 nation waved their fans, ang or dance ht into the hearts of the > held p carnival. - Senor de Laveaga ver forgot that he was the after the man- amily escutcheon was not one of these. Her family was house within th rmidable shadow But in all the Mexican quarter 1 as Senora Ortez. Her husband had a pretty little c d—Josefita Ortez eaga, youngest son of the house of De Laveaga, “IT SRT THE MonEY | WANT LOVE TO HELP MY FRIENDS,—— & | IoVE PRETTY THHNGS3™ i ) captured by the beauty of Jesuscita oted. Now and then his friends met ind her little girl. Once or under her window. There If entirely from the merry- as not the only hidalgo who z. But he was the most dev n strollin with the beautiful v ice he was found fingering his me a time when Jose a t nakings in his ow home. i said the cavaliers, smilingly. Jesusita Orte: Jesusita Orte said the s For they knew hat some day Jose would ha million Senor de Laveaga was nei et he died in '74 he left Jose but the pditry sum of $75,000. 1 he marry Jesusita w?" buzzed through the Mexican And under their breath y whispered: “Will Jose recognize iaz” two years before Senor s aga died another baby voice had wailed through the house of Jesuscita Ortez. She took two instead of one for a daily walk. “Dolores,” she named “Lolatita,” her playmates called her. va took the money his father had left him and in- od it in a ranch. “Las Aguilas” did not prove a profitable in- tment and the money was swept away. Senora de Laveaga died : after her husband and bequeathed Jose something over $100,000, and this was likewise swallowed up trying to improve “Las Aguilas.” Meanwhile Jesusita and her two little ones waited in vain for Jese to send for them. Not until he stopped writing did she give up now the little one, Jose de Laveag hope. Then she cri gladness out of her heart to an Gstate Worth Over a Wfillion. o sold tamales in the country less than three months ago in a fair way to get a share of one of San Francisco’s largest estates. But not all the De Laveaga momney can bring her forgotten her. She went to. her.grave because she loved back to life and to me. x said the sad-eyed mourn- Jose Marija de Laveaga. = s who followed her to her grave. “If the court decides in my favor I shall be happy a‘r.l(l {\3;\}(9 my Jose always Nt to do something for her and the child, but friends happy. If not 1 will go back to Fresno—to Mrs. Cress and Rosa, and with them I can never be unhapy d the brightness from her eyes and crushed the Now that Jose Maria de Laveaga and Jesusita Ortez were dead peonle spoke more kindly of their “affair.” aria Santisima! how she loved him! Then one day there came s death. He had abandoned o die in poverty. and wept Laveaga Denver ear: rtez prayec and day for the soul of her. lover. he was unlucky!’ said his friends. : Her little hacking cough 1 into quick consumption. Not a year It is on this evidence that the lawyers are claiming that Dolores “Perhaps there is a fortune in store for me—perhaps not. after she heard that Jose was dead they buried her from the little should inherit the share of Jose Maria in his uncle’s big estate. “Quien sabe?” *h of Guadaloupe. Don Felizardo Flores and Dona Carme: arcia have testified that they were in the house the night Dolores was born and that Jose Maria de Laveaga recognized the parentage of the chi Other witnesses have sworn that Jose Maria spoke often of his “daughter nd what he intended to do for her. Aftér their mother died little Dolores and Josefita went to Fresno to live awith their uncle, Joaquin Cabrera. They attended public school and both grew up into tall, beautiful girls. Dolores had all the rich, vivid, brunette coloring of her race, but Josefita was slim and fragile, with golden hair and big, frightened brown e; When' she was v 1 forever. Josefita, chu like her mother, had died of quick consumption. Joaquin Cabrera treated Dolores iike a daughter. She was never Laveaga.- In time she forgot the little snatches of her history that had fallen on her childish ears. Don Joaquin went to St. Louis to the horseraces and there he met his death.. Dolores lost in him her nearest and dearest relative. Four years ago, when she was but twenty, Dolores went to Los Angeles on . There she met a gay senor who won her heart. They mari haste 'and repented almost as quickly. Dolores re- turned to F The prett since Loia that d senoritas who served them were “bonit is as pretty a little Mexican girl as ever drooped black las bright e still they miss stately Dolore Yet every one th that Lola will get her money and live happy ever afterward So Dolores de Laveaga waits for the 14th of March. ti mere money that I want,” she I love pretty things. Isn’t that natural?” Of course it's natural for her to want to help her friends and to love the lace mantilla_and jeweled fan. She would not be a true daughter of her race if she did nc Of her mother she speaks tender’ little tzmale garden does not seem quite the same ne. It was not alone the excellence of the tamales there. True they were “bueno,” but the two > And while Ros! 1t not the says. “I love to help my friends and and lovingly. “No, I have never " THE DE |AVEGA MONEY WiLL HOT PBRING BACK MY 2! ;Mm[l@nnmwl)muummllm PERHAPS. % PERHAPS NOT} —— QUIEN SABE?™