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HomeMy WebLinkAboutLucknow Sentinel, 1892-02-19, Page 6, T• tke ThlkiithaPeeelle • for _'the °.th& Duke of Platenea The bridal garland, falls tian the bier: . The shadow of a erowa that e'er him hung, -Irlikaggidet tho-alladOW OeS,kliy Death; 7 celjaltinder, truthful; reverent, pare.' 'Acall•rnsiC° That" 4,..1/Orld.4140 mourns with:Ten. •' trbe thrones aro 33101140:11).1Your loss; ' re dor polacei Toti-heoo•MWrted•P �rIf thie eartlika ruled hyPerreqt Love, ' est,afteriffis ;brief range oebiameless 404, ostroll of feneralln an Angel ears, nrids." happierthan the merriestmarriage-, °. The face of Death is to, ward: the Sun of Life, * . His shedovi darkens earth; his truer name, • "Onwerd."hosliseordenee in the will, ,-,eki•,01,a1•011 of that Eternal Harmony whereto the werldS beet lime, tho' faintly „„, ..,sheard-- PAIX.thergreat Hereafter mourn in hope; eon:Mote t }Ito to ARITONE'S DEVOTION • OR, A TALEOF tlU,1!7NY "§" next day was :Whit -Sunday. Peri°, : neoel, drove in to Naplesnvitlat the, ritteme, and was very glad that the great *eye/heat of "tlincle George's" • probable arrival excluded all other topics of coltversas It lasted throughoat the drive, and, indeed, eagreesed CaptainBrittoa's thoughts o witch , during church -time that he was ad,,to effect his escape with Sibyl: after 0.89Tbon, leaving Carlo and Francisco to esecondeervice, senile he hastened to make &dee as to the Pilgrim. o' his surprise and delight, be was :greeted just outside the, church by his *other. Sibyl, • who. had very vague recollections of her uncle,' studied 'him with a child's ' 'keen criticibilu." ," He is ,like papa," she ,relfeeted, ." hut idler and finer ; his heard is beautiful;. hdrwhite and curly,. like a Father tilirist- ' he " ' SOW his eyes. like e 13tae1f..Sxelthis point,' She 0‘!' -t:fte'eitiller•Sati-C.m., ' :iirl Ahit$,441414ng;',': i.el'''..: .13,se .searysjigh•lf r e o Sleet' ecalrneL b .kaicer: the r. Vhat!,., *-134TAc10.0 is this your ttoir,;!,have gra*.a, drWhat have you 4,4 Wdire�tly,"- re - e may e may As well wait *if youaret, not in ahiury. By the • ink you;have MAI heat* 'MarriedihoitlfA' noblemen has ,ppy as to',4neet with your ap- ;. ,iBritton, well aware Of •ess for titles • and ,O041 • nun face,,,t a , (MSe mar - aa: ., eyes. ' Ong ,Italian'neightior of ours, Sig- nWal,f;itoble' at but ofe iLlfattilly;-iyaslikelyStodir tbe litan Bu. Ohl 1 „tun thoroughly with tho affairthOroughlY Pleased heir tn,a'rich old uncle ; so it iasatiafictoryinaery way." hopeheis good enough for dear little • "Said Mr. Britton dryly- Somehow *Simi of his pretty niece marrying the fOrelgitter whopreptise,d for her did- not • • • ell, "ii,X. to that, I doubt if there is ',eine,in the, world ''quite geed enough for er' -Bald Captain Bitten,, rubbing his but slightly embarrassed by the ammo of his prayer -blink. ," You will o Denati,' though, I am sere or that. He iii a fins fellow. Just now, poor boy, he is "in great trouble—lost his mother quite sud- denly, and Of course he's dreadfully out up. I In &et; I think the only thing will be to haiten on the marriage, and get him right way from the place for a bit. Ah, here • they come 1 That's right 1" and he hurried forward lest Sibyl should forestall him as a iiewsbearer." :Mr. Britton glanced quickly at, Fran- cesca's fiance, and felt his insular prejudice melting away. A more beautiful face he had never seen. Something of its serenity " vanished, however, as captain Britton . approached—a sort of shade passed over the forehead, and he evidently came back to the present with an effort. The captain • brought hien forward, and introduced him • in his usual rather boisterous and petronit- ,, ing way. Mr. Britton Wee all the more struck by the grace and dignity :of tho Italian, and he held out his hand cordially. "1 have bean hearing of you, Signor, • .Donati, ' he said, pleasantly. You must -, let me congratulate 31,00, for, 'indeed, I think you ii.roa very happy inaM" • The Italian smiled, surely the Reddest smile over seen, as he bowed WS aeknowl- edgmente. Mr. Britton was startled and perplexed, but Francessca's happy face reassured him ; and had not the captain said that his future son-in-law was in trouble? "1 want you all to come and spend the day on my yacht," he said, turning to his brother. The gig is waiting down by the • Arsenal. Come, you must really take com- passion on my solitude. , Signor Donati, hope youll put up with that barbarous custom, an early dinner; but the fact is, our cook's caddy is so near the men's quarters that if I dine late the, poor fellows are half grilled at night." After a little more discussion they all set off for the Arsenal, "where the "gig," a term which had baffled Carlo altogether, resolved itself into a four -oared boat, manned by trim -looking English sailors,who bore the name of the Pilgrim in red letters across their blue jerseys and in gold letters round their hats. dr. Britton took his place in the stern, insisting that his brother must sit beside Sibyl to trim the boat; and, having thus managed that the lovers should be Hide by side, gave the word to start. Sibyl gave a cry of delight as the golden -brown oars were promptly raised in the air and simultaneously lowered into the Water. es "Oh Uncle George !" she cried, " how ppy-you must be with this dear little boat ears waiting for you, and men to do so utifully just what you say !" -" Ah 1" said Mr. Britton, laughing, "wait till -you are on board the Pilgrim! I see," he added, turning to Carlo and Francesca, "that you two have already taught this little one to understand the proud sense of possession." Francesca smiled and blushed. Carlo ap- U peered to be engrossed with, a vessel which w they were passing, the huge Dania, then a not quite coin letti•d. sigipine lie said, turnin back with a , . _ • a bright smile which veiled the pale at hin heart, "I imams) ,there iii no need to intro- Thzce you to our ,monster vessel; you prob- ably-. know much more .about hr 14191,•_we " They tell me our neighbor tho ,Aida Is I egs to an Italian gillent or duke, or so thing Of the sb±t,» eitid Mr. Britton. "What was the name, Oxenherry ; do you recollect • Caresses I believe, Or," said the coxewaiit. "Count Carosear said Captain Britten, with a beaming face "The name seema familiar to me. A friend of your*, PerhaPal Carlo?" "Jo, sir; I have never even., met him," said Car/o, repressively. "But the name is familiar to yo.5 surely "it is certainly A well-known name," said Carlo, still in tl,s,3 same Ones. Mr. Britten was a little puzzled ; he couldlaot make Out whether the Italian 'knew of something, not to the credit of 'Count Carossa, or -whether his tone nierely implied a great distaste of the captaih'e love of the aristocracy, ' By this time they were alongside the yacht, and the captain, forgetting all about the count, began to admire hiss brother's latest toy. "A very pretty little . vessel indeed, George. I confess I envy you. Sibyl, what do you say --shell we not sell the villa and live afloat? Now, Carlo, don't forget to take your hat off to the flack; it's a mor- tal'insult to forget that !" Carlo laughed. Just for a little time he forget his cares, and his first thought, as he glanced round the deck, With itii exquisitely smooth and white boards, its shining brass - Work, its cunninglyarranged skylights and Companions, was this: "Ay4eht is the hist place in . the world for private ebneersistiona 'One -snore day of freedom! Oho Mere day.'s Peace of ` mind for my darling. , !, As for Sybil; she was wild with happiness, now watching the, gig as it was hauled up, new trotting off hand-in-hand . with the coxswain to 'the forecastle, ;looking.- -with leUgeog"eyes,. at the tope-ladderli, and chat.. tering 'Without inteinaissiOn.• • • It waanat without 'dififiett that lhan-' celiac': bore her off to be washe and brushed 409,Ke dinners and had it not been Stor the 4aaAkati,O4 of the the,:•', Shifting: , tnl?1,e' in the ,salOns: ShewouldhardlY beYelieen iiidueeti to etaY' doWii bele* fer lo' dun a duty as eating. Carlo thWhoirethe rules ‘..Of the English Senday!hadalesait,,bespa' incomprehensible, vaiRn..iiiptoas an: bat . he hlitta'eTirSti°eat.ot-akiiig part iis,m erin'*Satlittatediacriatineaitsman, being, of Seurip„,readienbugli to epeak out his own Opliiiish if it were asked, but not feeling bonnet° volunteer it. The argu- Ment-Wai 'es last interrupted by the entrance of the steward. ‘,g 4 heat hag just come ,across frona the Aida, sir, with Count Carossa's 'card, but %he captain can't torOto•imit, whist the men Say, all of thenrbeing Italians" Carol at once offered to act as interprete. and ran up on deck, returning with the Saeesage which he delivered with an im- partial face. "Count Caress& preients his compliments to the owner of the Pilgrim, and it would give him much pleasure to make his ac- quaintance. If quite convenient to Mr. Britton, the count will call upon him in the afternoon.' Very happy to see him, I'm sure," said Mr. Britton, who was the soul of hospitals ity. "Perhaps, °Signor Donati, you would he so good as to frame a polite message for me and deliver it to the messenger -,-or stay, I'll mite it on my card." This done, they all adjourned to the deck, where before long they were joinedbyCount Carossa, a fine-looking Irian of two or three - and -thirty, to whom Captain Britton took very kindly. There was much amusing discussion as to the merits of the two yachts, then of Mr. • Britton's honieward route, during which the count discovered that Francesca and her father were living in the neighborhood, and did his beat to push the acquaintance, eliciting very easily an invitegon to dinner on the following Wednesday. : Carlo, after the count's arrival, had kept sedulously in the background, and had said but little. Happening to, glance at him once, Mr. Britton was struck by the strange expression of his face. He hastily turned • his eyes toward Francesca; she was smiling in answer to seine polite nothing addressed to her by the Count.' , The afternoon Was spent in rambling about NriPless. showing Uncle George he many:lions as he cared to sec; then they re- turned to the yacht, to that curious English meal celled "tea "—a new experience to Carlo—and it was arranged thatthey should drive home in the cdOl. Of the evening,taking Mr. Britton with them. "It has been such a delightful day," said Franceada ; "I think I agree with Sibyl that being a Sunday It has being all the alicer." The lovers were standing near the wheel in thel dim starlight; perhaps Carlo was glad; thatthe light was no clearer. "See," he said, "there hi Venus just set- ting; not there; lea out yonder behind St. Elmo." CHAPTER XL A FIRST 'ENCOlJNTER. "Blest, too, is he who can divine Where real light doth be, And dares to take the side that seems Wrong to man'ablindfold eye. " Then learn to scorn the praise of men, • And learn to lose with God; For Jesus won the world through shame, And beckons thee His road." • =Faber. " I have something to say to you, canna ; let us linger behind the others; there is no hotter place on earth than these streets of Pompeii, and I think we know them well enough." • The ,whole party had driven over early on the Monday motning to show Mr. Britton the more recent excavations; he had been to Pompeii before, but many years ago. To Carlo and FranCesca, however, those old gray streets and ruined temples were perfectly familiar, and Francesca was not sorry to follow out Carlo's suggestion, and dispatched Sibyl to tell the others that they would wait in the Temple of Venus till aheir return. ° "At which message you may be sure nele George will laugh," she said. "Had e been wise in our generation, Carlo, we hould have chosen the Tem le of Isis, but hap this is my favorite ; and, after all, we re roof against tenaing now." - Carlo, 'relied eadly aa ho looked across the beautiful oxpainiO, o Slia one side, beyond the; ruined streets, ley 'the verdant Campagna, hennaed by Yeanvius, and Somme; eta tJie 904cr was a iet erre lev41,Y view of ea, and mountains, with the white &nisei of Calitellemare gleaming in the sun- shine. ' "Wo have not chosen a very- shady place," Bald Francesca. "But, see, there is just a little patch of shadow, down there. Let us acme." "Do you know what that lair -said Carlo, repressing a shudders Why, yes, to be sure," she replied, gayly 3, " lei the altar of 1,0.40.11,0" Row fond Clare need to be of peking. 'about, in here-edon't:you remilmibet wish she had come with Uncle George." " "And I, too • L would have given any- thing to have had her.here—for your sake, cartina." There was something so unusual in his tone that Frances& looked up quickly. "Carlo tido, you frighten me ! Come and sit down on this step py 'me in the shade. Why do yeu wish'Clara'here for my sake? What do I really want with any one now that I have you ?" "But if, as we were saying last night, there was a battle to fight and I had to leave you?', " Carlin° ! what do you mean? Surely there is not going to be a revoltition—a war?" • " Oh no, it is much tamer than that," he said, with a slightly bitter smile. Then a eudden light illumining.hia face, he put his arm round her and held her closely. "My dear one," he said, speaking rapidly and with great earnestness—" my own tree love, you gave me fresh courage last night by your words. • Carina, there are other wars than those betweeu nations ; there is the great, war in which you and I have vowed our servie,e ; you would not wish me, I know, to Prove coward in that—to be a deserter. I must tell you, in plain- words, the actual case, even though it is hard to do it --even though I would give the world to keep all knotvledge of :mob evil from you. Francesca, do you kuow what killed my mother? I will tell you. It was the know- ledge that Anita was living in hourly peril of proving unfaithful to her husband! --that one who would ruin her—that one who dares to call his foul passion by the name of love, b actually a Member of Mer- lino's company. Merlin° himself suspects nothing; if hp did he Would halfkill Anita. I have thought of every possible plan for getting rid of this. villain without betraying my sister, but, darling; there is only one way that Will answer, and it is this; to get • rid of this man—this baritone—I must take hisplace myself." " You must offer," said Francesca, faintly; "but perhaps Signor Merlin° will not accept you. ""The post has already been offered tome by. Merlin°, and on Wednesday, Francesca mut, I must let him know whether I accept his offer of not." , Ah -1”• She locked her hands to gether convul- sively, but only that one tab of intense, in- tolerable pain escaped her There was silence—a silence so deep that the distant sounds of the workmen busy over the excavations seemed quite near. A. little lizard darted ,iscroas the pavement close to their feet, and plunged into the maidenhair that fringed the altar. Francesca opened her eyes. " MY love !zny love 1" she cried, "don't look like that ! See, Carlo thio, I am going to keep my word. I will say, like the wives in the old days, 'Go and help,' and not cry.; I promise you I'll not cry. And yet— yet—oh! how can I help it when .you. set me so bad an example ?" With a stifled sob she broke off and hid her face on his breast. The •sight of her suffering had unnerved him but quickly he regained that strange self-mastery which was all the more remarkable because it was 'combined with an ardent, emotional,. • highly-atrung temperament. You are helping me to keep my word," he said, drawing her yet closer to him. "As a child I promised my father on his • death -bed that I would shield Nita, and my inistbeee kilt entreaty you heard." ," Do I help yen ?" she said eagerly; "do I really help? The I ant no, longer un- happy. It was the thought of your going quite away- where I could do nothing -- nothing for 'yen -lit was that broke my heart: If, even away, I can help you—if iFeien in this wecan work together—then Iean bear it." - • ' • " Your 'father,"' he se.id, hesitatingly; " I tell him at once—and, carina, he will not see things in the light you see them." "He will not approve of your going on. the stage," said Francesca. "He will be vexed and annoyed, but he cannot help ste- ing that it is the only thing to be done., ' Carlo made a faint gesture of dissent. The last sentence was tio like rranceeea, sot am - like the captain. "He will most naturally wish that I had never spoken to yeti. • Indeed, I myself could almost wish it, darling; for what have I brought you but trouble and grief, and the shadow of disgrace?" "You have brought me yourself, Car - lino," she said, with a sweet mirthfulnees in look and tone; "you don't seem to think much of the gift, it is true." "And yet if I had kept silence a week longer all would have been different. I should have gone off with Merlino's com- pany, and there would have been no discue- aion and remonstrance • I should not have vexed your father—shOuld not have felt I that I had spoiled your life. You would have heen free, and the pain would have I been mine alone." • "Why,' you vain boy 1" she exclaimed, half laughing, half crying. "do ,you think c it was that tale you told me in the 13elve- a dere that made me love you? You know quite well I have loved you for years and t years! And then you talk of going away in a silence and leaving ine free and happy. 1 ar ino, 'm ashamed of yea 1 Like* two children, they forgot -for a little while the dark future, and basked in/ the h sunny present. Parting was a thought hardly to be conceived while they sat together in the old Temple of Venus, and made love to each other after the fashion of a lovers in all ages and climes. After a tithe they talked of Carlo's future b life; he spoke warmly of Sardoni, g quoted Piale's high opinion of Marioni, the conductor, and said all that could be said in C Merlino's favor. He wanted to paint hie w new life in bright colors for her sake, and e he talked cheerfully of winning Nitele love vi, and confidence, g with more wow- ana than he really felt. Carlo was invited to dine at the CAMS Bella that evening ; he diad not yet made hp his mind Whether 'lie would ;tell all' to Captein Britton face to face, or whether he would write him a letter. Though' a very fluent speaker, he was not particularly fond of writing Englisb, however; and if only a favorabk opportunity could be found he rather 'inclined to an interview with the captain. The opportunity came. Dessert was over, Francesca had left the room, Mr. Brittoii excused himself soon after, as he had a great number of letters to write ; the cap- tain drew labi chair up to the table again and passed, the wine to his guest. Carlo knew then that hie time was come; the hand with which he helped himself to snow •trembled a little. but his voice was firm and well modulated when he spoke. " It seems a little ungracious to be glad that Mr. Britton's holiday should be in- vaded by business lettere," he began, "but I particularly wanted a few words alone with you." ' Captain Britton thought of his scheme for hastening on the marriage, and quite hoped that the same idea had occurred to Carlo. A kindly smile played about his broad mouth. "1, too, wanted to speak vzith you all day, but these family parties are no time for confidential talk." Carlo thought of the Temple of Venus, and was silent. Captain Britton resumed: "The fact is, I am anxious about you, my dear fellow ; .youlook to me far from well. I wish that sister of yours was at the other side of the Atlantic, and that's the truth of it; it was a bad day for all of us when she returned. When do they leave Naples? You'll never be yourself again till you are rid of that brother-in-law." "1 am not likely to be rid of him for some time to come, I fear," said Carlo, plunging ,boldly into his subject. "It is about the step which I propose taking that I wish now to speak to you." Did he mean to propose that wedding journey which the captain had planned? His face was grave almost to sternness, but then the Merlinos were quite enough to acebunt for that: "I know it is a step which you will dis- approve,' resumed Carlo. And yet— there is no help for it—take it I must." Captain Britton's hopes sank; he began to think apprehensively of all the things he should least like to happen. "Well, short of turning Romanist again," he said, after a pause.• ' I don't think any- thing you are likely to do would disquiet me very peach." • "-It will, however, delay our marriage," said Carlo; "that is, I fear, quite inevi- table." • "Well, well," said Captain Britton/ thinking that he-ineant `to study for some of the higher branches of the law, "you are both young, and I ca.n assure you I'm in no hurry to get rid of my little Francesca. Have you discussed the matter with her ?" "Yes, and she agrees with me that I must go.:' "G� ! Where ?" "With Merlino's company; it is the only way in which I can keep my promise to my mother—the only possible way of shielding Anita." Captain Britton was so much startled that for a minute he could not epeak, only the color rose to his forehead and his eyes opened wider. In all his trouble and anxiety Carlo could not help observing, that he bore a comical resemblance to the crim- son shade over the lamp, with its owl's head and round, staring eyes. How was he to make, this man, of all men in the worlds understand Nita's position and sympathize with its difficulties? While he hesitated how, beat to put her case without divulg- ing too much, the captain recovered his breath. "Do I understand that you mean to turn actor ?" he asked, in a sort of hoarse roar. Tone and manner were alike • overheating. • Carlo made one of his dignified little bows and said gravely, " Merlin° has offered me reasonable terms, and Piale has long wished that I should go on the stage. Had I only my own wishes to consult I should certainly not choose the career of a public singer; but, sir, I promised my mother to shield, Anita, and I must do Mybest—I must think of her." "1 should have thought you were bound to think of your promised wife, said the captain, wrathfully—" to consult her wishee." "Francesca agrees with me," said Carlo; "she would never keep me back from a duty." "Francesca is a fool, then. Duty, indeed ! A duty to mix yourself up with a set of idle, profligate fellows! A duty to 'Oahe would make him fully coinpreliendt . it and hear it out. "You condemn me, sir, before you have • grasped the situation," he began, his voice so subdued by -the strong restraintAQ Wag putting on himself that it sounded low and ' monetorious. In words plain enough to . Make the Englishman wince he briefly de- scribed the dilemma. "Knowing this," he. went on—" knowing, too, that my mother trested me to avert the danger, you surely cannot judge 'lie harshly for taking thia step. I knew the stage was diehonorable in your eyes, but I thought you wOuld see in time that for me it was a necessity." The captain had risen, too, and was pac- ing the room with quick, irritated steps- Nita's story had been a severeshock to him, Carlo's plain speaking still caused his ears Connection with a family on the borders of 7 // to tingle, and -the thought of any sort of such a, scandal was unbearable to him. He had a just pride in his Blition ancestry, in bis holiest, God-fearing forefathers; his strong love of family, his sense of kinship, was the best part of the man. But virtuee. generally have their 'corresponding vices, and the eaptain had an overwhelming idea of hie own dignity, and a habit of looking on other men's affairs from a lofty, heights, which often made bis judgment faulty. "1 don't think you in yoar heart believe all that you say to me, sir," eaid Donati„ struggling even now to make excuse for Francese,a's father. "Alt I can do is to bow to your decision. "You will let me see Francesca ?" Something in his patient dignity, in hia 00 manly forbearance, struck a hard blow at the captain's- pride. What a contrast there-, was between his own behavior and the ' behavior of the Italian! The thought chafed hint, and called forth a burst of passionate anger. • . I taken not dream of permitting you to see her," be cried furiously. ' I'll have no more of your kissing and caress- ing for my daughter; you'll have enough of that at the theatre. Keep your enreases for the prima .donnas !" Carlo's English had forsaken him ; his voice, so subdued a minute before, was uow • eager and passionate ; his gesticulationa were vehement as he poured birth a torrent of angry remonstrance, a storm' of words so rapidly uttered that to foreign ears their were hardly intelligible. The captain was only conscious of two , things: that he deserved this burst of in- dignation and that he must somehow get rid. of his 'fiery guest. At such a moment, and in such agitation, he was not likely to weigh his words. At length Carlo paused for a moment, not because his wrath had cooled, but because his breath failed him. The captain instantly snatched at his ad- va`a`taIgsvile. 1 at least save my child from fur- ther contact with a deceiver 1" he ex- claimed, heirsely. "She is mine," and I owe it to her to shield her from such as you." Carlo walked slowly home. ' The idea of Winging the Englishman to his feet and making,him crave pardon soothed him a little. " This anger shall not get the mas- tery of me," he said to himself. "1 will go in and make my preparations for leaving , home just as if this had not happened." And, with the sort of unreal strength which anger gives, he actually did begin his sorrowful task, called the servants together, told them that he was leaving Italy, pail them their wages. and diernissed them. Then, more triei by the sight of their grief and surprise than he had fancied would be the Case, he sat down to his desk and began to write letters. , There was, the lease of the Villa Bruno to be disposed ol—it was his for another year; he wrote to a house- ' agent in Naples. There was the furniture to be sold; he wrote to an auctioneer, asking that an early date might he fixed for the sale. At any other time these letters would have coat him much to write; but now he felt little, for fierce anger crowded out grief and regret. He had not in the least realized that he was never again to see Francesca - he could realize nothing but that he had Leen insulted—grossly in- sulted—by the man who should have been his best friend. And yet, though he was still beside himself with passion, he was a/I ' the time aware of an inner voice urging him to forgive. After awhile he was seized with a strong desire to start afresh which comes to every wounded soldier, whether he fights in the legions of the Seen or the Unseen. His share of the wrong must first be set right; th " was as clear as it was hard. He doubted ' he could bring himself to do it, but he went so far as to go down to the salOto, take out his desk, and sit down with pen and paper before him. And at length; just as -faint golden streaks appeared in ,the "horizon heralding the day, the letter was finished and the struggle over. • Carlo could not rest till he had done ail pander to the taste of the dissolute, and i that eould be, done, so he went out into the play the buffoon on the stage, and 13° 1 cold dawn, and, making his 'way 'to the clapped by ell the scum of the town 1" Came Bella, dropped his missive hi the Carlo by a great effort strangled the letter -box. Then, when all was over, when words of angry remonstrance which rose to he - knew that for the last time he was his lips' -and tried to understand the feelings leaving the house which contained all that of an Englishman with Puritan traditions. he loved, his desolation suddertly broke He would at least try to explain the state upon him. Wrath had stilled grief, but of ,, affairsItiopatiently.veryhard for me to understand the claimed him for her own. •His betrothal now that his anger had passed, grief ' view"w43 YlatealitaanksEl heart -broken wonder he marveled how it hoofiethre asntadgrees,pseirccouhrathbeeagtaraei his; eVen a farewell was denied him. With ; was at an end; Francesca was no longer it is not, as you would say, the haunt o was that only now did he fully take in the the diessilute, , but the resort of the whole , idea. What was Captain Britton? What people—" interrupted him ; lie was ell were all the insults . in the world before tha likr. the more angry because his companion had one bitter, desolating • fact that he was _ managed, so far, to exercise a well-bred • parted from his 1 ve ? restraint. Some devil prompted him to How he got home he never knew, but he. rouse "Yes," t the Italian's said l, a tes sneeringly, ansgsliyo 7. " I know own room, and seeing through a mist the vaguely remembered finding his way to his your national tendencies well enough, but I sword, and , the red letters of " Aspro- had thought you were superior to your monte," beneath. Then, in his great oentrymen. I see I was wrong ; your are anguish, he had cried aloud, "Strengthen s frivolous and pleasure -seeking as thereat me 0 God! that I, too, may be faithful f the lot ; it was well said of you Italians till' death." hat you were only fit, for artis. ts' models ) But afterward all was a blank; and when rem his eyes. nd the operatic 'nage." Carlo sprung to his feet, fire flashing 1 othne thhoorizfl000n,ra.ndfeholeinwgasoltyiiffngnantafuollor . lee n ag t hnd , he came to himself the sun was far above "No man is called on to sit still and bruised. words are not worthy of you, sir ; I am sure ear his country insulted," he cried. "The , , As From a Dream. you,, lwillforetractottthheetni n. " ; n part I cretainly ' M rs. Younglove—Algernon, I should like 1 till apply, them to yon," said Captain a Queen Anne cottage. ritton. ' What have you proved yourself Mr. Younglove-1 know it, dear, but l'na tit fickle and frivolous? You have alto- afraid you'll have to content yourself with ether deceived me." • ei t ft eke 1 ca i n gi ms or;somewhatthopersoomoonothhteiood, Dn. KEE LRY, of chloride-of-gold-eure - _,.... . a Maggie Murphy flat. allrloin gParetwrisatil ere less intolerable; again he made an fame says asafretida "ri • 0 grain doses ffort patiently to put before the captain the four times daily is as certain a Wei& tor hole care; thin time he was determined thIglipas tiuhiine is_ferart. (To be Continued.) t't