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A BARITONE'S DEVOTION
OR A TALE OF SUNNY ITALY.
He was ishowa into a little auto -room,
where for few minutes he paced to 'and/fro,
but suddenly becoming conscious that in
the next room sonic one was monotonously
- humming " Donna e Mobile," he hastily
entered and glanced round. At first nothing
was visible, but after a moment or two he
discevered the signer, a little brown -eyed
bey of 4 years old, who was perched on
the window sill, and half hidden by the
curtain.
" Good morning': Gigi," he said, pleas-.
aptly.
The little fellow flung aside the curtain ;
he seemed very glad to eee the visitor.
"Good morning, signor," he said, smiling
till his sallow little face looked almost
• pretty. "Aro there "---Ite looked longingly
'-y.et hesitatingly in the directionotComerte's
are thers.'any bonbone g"
• CoMerio -made *gesture of mock 'despair.
• 5/31Yt.‘"c4ito, bov. can have forgotten?
rondeon you some ma,rrons glace,s, did I
•9 indeed: ixtti‘ 40We ,Of this
4013 Oie.eyerYtbing- oat of my head."
Ni4.newer ,Essids the little boy,
PT's' Y)SOk 00tseeMed to be be-
gVaways:Gigi. ; I shall mist+,
' 0.4,1117smorP. ThPrP741,
"ne:SVIss), not :,likely to
in his pockot, or to
,ar;for'lle- sets up for
,e' chitd,. i What is
ht;4?, liey1;Wepe';thirigeLiir the
in zsaze e Who • hi fend; of keeping
,
Iiii.ii 4064 ' San' Carlo will spy
- time *het •Ii. naughty s little
'ey:,,YOu are." •' s ,
0, ' • '
: Vilkh he wasn't corning;" said the
joking ready to cry. '-r don't inc
;08;i4f11:NVOilt PI 'sing in. operas;,they
' 4°4'44 heaven."
Pik langheil.
Ottitkright, little. one, so they should,"
' 'e'Paidt*Itting orgy*, head. -But skids,
niy. Gigi, will You dci3One little thing for your
-eld.frlerits-tn,.tiledae-hiin for the rast'tinte ?"
'0s:0 -nodded and looked up . with
right,ntelligent oyes into the wily face of
e iiiintOne.
. Cem'Oela• 'Om out a letter and placed it in
is.hands.
' 44Yhe'n your mother comes home, run
fter her into her room, and when you find
her alone—quite + alone—give this note to
'her. DO you understand? It is a secret;
Silo one else must know --not one at all."
" TknOW, I know; . I can keep a secret !"
Ole& Gigi; gleefully. "Mamma and I often
keeVsedrets from. papa; She taught me how
00011. as ever I left Salem." \
Comerio gave a cynical smile.
• "Mind you do,'. he said, commandingly.
"1 shall find out if you play me false. And
look here, little One, here are two lire for
you, and you may tell any one you like that
,Comerio came to say good-bye to you, and
, told you spend that- at Caflisch's. There, I
must go now. Don't forget me."
He stooped and kissed the little sallow
face, then hastily took his departure, hav-
ing seen that the letter was securely stowed
away in the child's pocket.
After a time he heard the door of the
anteretom opened, and the servant's voice
saying that the signoria would soon be back
from rehearsal; then another voice, so clear
• and sweet, that the child almost forgot, to
• be afraid, said in reply, "Very, well, I will
• come in here, then, and wait."
The footsteps drew nearer. , Gigi shook
in his shoes, yet felt a burning curiosity to
seethe new comer—this dread being Who
was to be ever on the watch to spy out his
faults
The stranger seemed to walk up to the
piano and to turn over the books lying upon
, it; then there was such complete silence
that Gigi felt sure he must be reading and
veutured to peer out from his hiding -place.
He saw that the visitor was leaning in an
easy attitude over the piano, his head
.,. proped up by his hand, and his eyes bent
upon the score of eorne opera. Gigi could
only see his side face, but that fascinated
him, and somehow he did not feel any
longer afraid. He was impatient to attract
the stranger'sno • e, but, though he moved
tal\
the curtain, it wa of no use; the new-
comer seemed quite bsorbed in the musk
he was reading. At last, in despair, Gigi
resolved to speak. said C
"San Carlo l " he 'mid, timidly thrusting shield
his head a little farther fortvard. 1 She
"The stranger looked up in surprise, and undert
when he saw the quaint little face peeping 1 "1 s
out from the curtain, he came forward a -few ; after h
steps, looking very much puzzled. ' his face
he unde
I talking now izi Pang1,411—',' lhave
..
bekhe te pot like.you ; he is not.
baritone ; he ia rtch, and livea ist
.ful .
i a in the couutry."
He lives there no longer ; th
to be let, and he is coating to
you "said the stranger, taking,
on lisia knee. •1-1 Come; -tell- 1110thyour name, Gigi:"
" I have three," said Gigi, with
" though they always call me
ehort. My whole name is Lui
Merlino, and 1 ehall be four next
• " Then there is no doubt that I
uncle," said Carlo, kissing the
both cheeks.
But Gigi, with a shrewd loo
beyond his years, shook his head
cally.
"If you are the new baritone, t
are San Carlo, and San Carlo coul
be my uncle. You set up for being
you know, and are fond of ,keeprn
people in order; and you will nev
games, .but Will always :know.whe
what is wrong. I badly *Bled you
coming.'but somehow you are no
what I thought."
"1 am sorry Signor Comerio is go
was to have given me some marrons
but he gave me two lire instead jus
at kast, he said so. It was a bit o
but he said I was to spend it. In A
we always have proper money.
hink this paper will really buy me
laces at Caflisch's ?"
He began to grope in his pock
rew forth an envelope. Caro cou
elp seeing that it was addressed to
Merlino. A, sudden recollection
cross him of his interview in tha
oom with Sardoni, and of the E
an's aesurance that Merlino watch
wife's correspondence with lynx eye
id not scruple to open all her letters
omerie had apparently just been to
orti. How
stupid I are 1" said Gigi, th
he envelope back again. "Did, yo
an Carlo ?" - •
" Yes, I did," said Carlo, withou
o nmmt.
" Signor Comerio said you would
y out everything," said the child,
,g, " It was,a secret, and I promn
cop it; and he will be so angry wh
de out." -
"11 you promised to give the
u must do so," said Carlo, gravely.,
"'Yes, but no one else wits to s
Id Gigi, beginning to cry. "Oh,
n Carlo, do promise not to tell, for
.gnor-Comerio is angry he looks so
fl it does frighten me. '
one, shall hurt you," said
tting .his atm round the child. "
y, GigissI am very fond of you. N
all hurt you at alL"
"And you " won't tell papa ?" said
11 sobbing. "You see there are t
at must be kept from papa, and ma
ght me how when -I canie away
lem." ,
Carlo felt sick at heart ; he rennin*
W on that Sunday a fortnight ago he
t felt the sensation of coming unex
ly into a network. of evil ;- newshe-
d that it was in' the very naidst of
t he had ordained to live, and he s
ed as the little child composedly
ibed his training in deceit.
'Why do you sit looking so silent,
10 ?---I mean, looking so grave?"
i, drying his eyes. "Are you an
h rise ?".
No,I am not at all angry; but
y sorry you promised to give that le
keep that secret."
.Are all secrets wrong ?"
No, there are some things we ca
to every one, but they must neve
gs of which we are ashamed. Sup
had a beautiful diamond, and w
ding -along a road where you fea
ands, you would hide your treas
e away, and that would be right
; but, if you had stolen a diam
a shop in the Toledo, and hid it
of having it taken from you, that wo
rong ; do you see. -
And was Signor Comerio ashamed
eoret, and afraid that it would be fou
nd taken from him ?"
Yes, he was," said Carlo; "and t
y I was sorry you had not said 'n
he asked you to help him."
will say ' no ' another time," s
hat's right," said Carlo, kissing hi
hen he quickly' turned the conver
afraid that the child might questi
urther, and lose faith in his mother.
y were still sitting in the widowwh
returned from rehearsal. She gav
cry of astonishment when she saw h
er, and came forward quickly to gre
/
arlino 1" she exclaimed, in her excit
returning to his old childish nam
you come already? My husband h
o -day told me of your decision." S
him a little away from the child, an
ars rose to her eyes as she said, wi
olicitude than she had ever sho
m.: "Dear Carlo, do you reali
ou undertake? I know you wi nt
e—I understand it in a moment,--bu
know what this life is? It is n
ork, as some people think; a publi
leads the life of a cart -horse."
enty of work is what I like best
arlo, kissing her. "If only 1 ca,
you, Nita, I shall be well content."
shivered a little, and went on in a
one.
aw him for a moment at the theatre
e knew he was to leave the troupe
terrifies me toremember, for I know
rstands why it is you have taken
e. But Merlino suspect's nothing__
theone great comfort."
ia moment Gigi trotted up rather
mina," he said, pulling at her dress,
!raised Signor Comerio I would give
when you weie alone, but I for.
pulled it out of my pocket just
d San Carlo saw It; so I may as
e it to you now, directly."
color rushed into Nita's face r"she
though she ,would tear the letter in
ithout opening it, but Carlo checked
urn it just as,it is," •he suggested.
it to him youi•self, and I ,veilyee
eaches him safely."
I
an uncle, that only by sho7ing her all poseible lov
the now and tenderness seuld he hive te MI this
.
a beau- blank•
" Yoq never told me of this little' man
exisstence," he said, glancing at Gigi, whe
she had handed hird the letter and he la*.
pia it-awaysits his- pocket. " " Yon ehoul
have brought him eirith • you to Vill
Bruno."
It alsa.S.happy- baud of- pilgrims.' Let us be
I
e "Are they chiefly Italian's in the com-
pany ?"
'a Sardoni. "I'll w‘e'
n lot and give you a faithful desicription. cif
Ialrleparepmarixe exdeumfuelrtyiteute,f'n' future
d more courteous than thelalay-bills, and take
a the ladies first. Top of the slist stands
Madame Merlino, who needs no description
- Next comes Mademoiselle E lise de Canine,
d a. little French flirt. Then the two mezzos,
Mademoiselle Lauriston, ditto ditto, and.
Miss Robinson, who hails from'. New York,
but sings under the name of Duroc ; she is
an average American girl, and can be
pleasant enough, aleo—which speahs rwell
of her—she is hand and glove with Do-
menica Borelli. The Borelli is a Maltese
lady, in reality Borg—every one is a Borg
in Malta. She is a contralto with a won-
derful compass, a real good, painetaking
artist, the Joy of Marioni's heart; there ex-
ists between them a platonic friendship.
Next we come to the tenors--"
"Headed by Signor Sardonisv put in
Carlo, with a smile.
"And close on my heels," continued the
Englishman " follow my two rivals, Cre-
velli and Caffieri—awfully jealous of me—
awfully; not of each other, that's the odd
part; but then they are so much alike that's
it's always a case, of 'which is which?' mad
when one is praised the other thinks it was
a mistake and really meant for him; those
two are bona fide Italians, and as like as
two.peas—broad forehead, straight, black
hair, correct profile, big moustache, great
expanse of cheek. You'll find some trouble
in knowing them apart, but at last I've in-
duced Crevelli. to keep his hair an inch
longer than the other's, jut for convenience
sake. ,,T
hat brings us to the basses, and to
your brother-in-law; we won't discus's him;
you'll find that he gets well treated because
they all liye in mortal terror of him. Then
comes Gomez. Gomez has raven hair and a
sad cast of countenance; he hails from
Seville and stands much on his dignity.
Tannini, alias Joshua C. Tanner, is a jolly
Yankee, and has a keen eye to the main
chance. A very practical man is Tanner;
he'll soon be ' calclasing that he can't un-
derstand such a knight-errant ' as you.
Next comes Bauer—a good, solid lump of
humanity, always in at dinnertime and to
be found at odd hours tucking in, regardless
of the coming opera. Mereminds me of an
ld nursury song of ours, about
'A duck who had got guch a habit a stuffing,
That all day long it was panting and puffing.'
auer's often out. of breath on the stage;
ou'll find. Then there's Donati, the bari-
one, whose character I have not yet
athomed ; and Fasola, a miserable stick,
apable only of third-rate parts, but sup-
osed to be your understudy; and, finally,
ur little conductor, Marioni, who wears
imself to tiddle-strings, all out of devotion
o the muse, and tears his hair—you'll see
resently how ragged it is—because he can't
et things down as he would wish." '
"1 have heard Piale speak very highly
him," said Carlo, andthen he sat silent
r a minute or two musing over Sardones
d description of two,
future companions,
d wondering what this strange new life,
ould bil like., .
-" Was Comerio a favorite ?" he asked, at
ngth.
"He was hated by some and liked by
here; Domenica Borelli, for instance, was
t On speaking terms with him."
"‘ And yet travelled' in the same coin-
ny ?"
"Oh, that is perfectly possible! I don't
nk she has spoken to him since we were
San Francisco, a year ago yet of course
y had to act together. 'The Borelli is
tremely fastidious ; she will highly ap-
ve of the change of baritones. But
mez will hate you, for he is Comerio's
nd ; I shouldn't be surprised if he got
a cabal against you."
gain Carlo was silent; be looked down
long shady walk wish its sombre ilex-
es; the prospect of his new life had never
ore seemed so distasteful to him, and it
with a sense of relief that he caught
t of Enrico Ritter coming toward thein
h his usual long, imperturbable stride.
ico seemed his last link with the past,
he was glad to be able to introduce him
ardoni.
I have just met your uncle," said En -
abruptly, as he took the vacant place
de Carlo.
Then, of course, you know all ?"
Yes, and I find it hard to forgive you,7,
Enrico.
To forgive ?" echoed Carlo, question.
y.
Yes, to forgive. You have falsified my
theory," said the egoist. " Here, give
one of your cards, and I'll tell you in
words what I think of you."
rlo, not without a pang,- as he remem-
d how at first sight of those copper -
words, " Avvocato Carlo Poerio
ti,", he had felt himself the happiest
ist Naples, handed the card 'to hi
d, and Enrico, 'crossing out.the " Avvo-
t s .
e villa, is
live with
theAshild
e relit of
dignity,
Gigi for
gi Bruno
month."
WM your
child on
k much
emphati-
hen you
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a saint,
g other
er play
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weren't
t quite
ing ; he
glaces,
t now—
f paper,
merica
Do you
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et, and
id not
Signora
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nglieh-
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; and
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rusting
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pout-
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en he
letter,
ee it,"
dear
when
fierce,
Carlo,
Don't
o one
Gigi,
hinge
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• "He had the Ohicken-pox," said Nita; n
differently. "1 suppose he took it, onboar
the steamer—indeed, alwaye thought it a
great mistake to bring him away from
America, but Merlino was set upon having
him; he is very fend of the child."
Carlo felt discouraged; it was quite clear
that Nita did net evetspretendto care much
for her little son. She went on, in a com-
plaining Voice:
"Ile was happy, f 11Q1.1g11 att Salem, and,
indeed, is always begging to go back again.
The people there had brought him up, for,
of course, I couldn't drag a baby all over
the States with me."
"It was a farmhouse," tsut in Gigi, "and
I always went out with the pigs every day.
I wish there was pigs here."
Carlo smiled, but thought -Gigi deserved
better companionship.
"Merlino knew that we should be in
America again in another year," continued
Anita, "but he had some foolish feeling
against leaving the child so far off, and so I
suppose we shall have to take .him about
with us for the present. Men don't realize
what trouble a child gives. Merlino likes
to play with him now and then for ten min-
utes, but he would never be bothered with
him, and he won't let me have a nurse even.
It is absurd to expect me to see to him when
already I am almost worked to death."
Carlo thought there was some truth in
this, though he wag sorry she seemed to
have so little motherly feeling; but that her
life was very hard he could well believe, and
she looked delicate and overwrought.
CHAPTER XV
Gigi, much pleaied with his appearance,
and with the novel feeling of cleanliness,
capered away , to the saga to relate hie
experiences to Sardoni. Carlo followed
him and fond Merlino just awake after
his siesta, and looking rather more like a
early bear than usual as he yawned and
stretched himself. He roused himself, how-
ever, :to introduce his brother-in-law to
the tenor, not knowing that the two had
met before; ilia they thought it best not to
explain, but bowed ceremoniously to each °
Other.
"Pap," said Gigi,- gleefully, " San°
Carlo is going to take Inc to walk in the B
villa !"
"San Carlo! what do you mean child ?" t
said Merlino, hie voice softening'as he patted f
his son's head.
"Why him," said Gigi, with an expres- p
sive gesture; "Signor Consents told me he o
was San Carlo, and I wondered what saints h
wanted with operas ; but he is oh! ever so t
much nicer than Comerio said." / p
The three men laughed invottintarily. g
"Comerio did not at all like !getting his
cove," said Merlino. "This is Just a little of
display of spite on his part. When did yea fo
see him, child ?" od
" He came in to say good-bye to me this an
morning while you were at rehearsal, and w
he gave me this to spend. , Oh ,dear, San
Carlo might we go to Calflisch's now ?" le
"You must not call your uncle by that
name," said Merlino; "it is rude." ot
"Why, I thought it we's a kind of polite- no
flees "said Gigi, with a puzzled face; "and
that it was only for the very best things" pa
"So you have changed, your mind since I
saw you the other day,' said Sardoni, as thi
'they walked down the Toledo. "Von at
think stage life may, after all, bear cora- the
perison with private life ?" ex
"1 am going to try my fortune as a pro
singer," said Carlos lightly, but revealing in Go
his face all that he strove to banish from frie
his tone. Sardoni drew his own conclu- up
sions, but had too much teat to ask any A
questions.
the
"Do you mean to sing under your own tre
name ?" he asked, after a time. bef
"Yes," said Carlo; "1 have no object was
in taking a nom de guerre'; with an English sigh
name of course, it is dilferent—you were wit
almoi:t bound to do so." • Enr
Sardoni gave a sarcastic smile. and
"It was most necessary," he remarked, to S
dryly. "Did my own people know how I "
gained my •livelihood they would be even rico
more ashamed of me than they are already." besi
Carlo looked surprised, even a little "
anxious. His interest in Sardoni grew "
deeper.
' said
"They do not than know where you "
are?" he asked. " That is surely very hard Mg!
on them."
The tenor gave a short laugh. • pet
" Not at all ; I am silent purely out of me
regard for their feelings. Do, you know two
what the old Puritans used' to call actors ? Ca
They called them caterpillars of the corn- bere
monwealth ' and vagabonds.'"
plate
Dona
man
irien
, That may be, but family feeling must
Ilse 1 in the end be stronger than such prejudice."
" You judge others by yourself," said
Sardoni. " All familes are not sovn
d
for hi
what y
help m
do you
play -w
singer
cspe
as yours seems - to be." Then, his brow' " Kn
ze contracting, sharply, "Besides, did I not • Sit
to , tell you when we first met that, in my own, "
t country, men would no longer trust my terse'
e word as blindly as you seem inclined to do ?-' thoug
C g g
1 Why will you always force that upon out t
/f me?" said Carlo, looking full into his com-
panion's eyes. "Do you wish tls make me
° doubt you ? That is hardly a friendly act,
! since you are the eine light Just now in my
12, dark sky."
1 The words sounded strangely in Sardoni's
ear,thesimile wassoun-English,but the tone
touched him more than he would have cared
. to own.
I "I force this upon you because I like
! you," he said with some effort. "Von are
about rne ; and whoever •knew the truth face se
1
with
hicetohufi nirdsothmma avanen wwI thsoha evddeo. es E te eBnnoutt, whose hnowoswiel i tfbhreieefnrtdi resunhtdi hps mw with
ub i er ,
would not care to be my friend." hastily
"1 should care," said Carlo, quickly. I jersey,
The Englishman shook his head. Then, a gest
Suddenly . resuming WS • usisais sreckless, !Tesca's
nonchalant manner, he said,"alitint laugh: ; the mit
"Few men, : 1 fano, have managed to ! "So
, sustain their nom de guegc, lio epOpletely ; courteo
1 Merlino himself has licit even% ntitisi6 of ,my ! "To
true surname." , ,. s s : .., , i , ., .i: tl: •' pleased
scri ed above it .the words
ight Errant"
rdoni glanced at it with a mile.
You couldn't have put the case more
y," he said, rising to go, because he
ht the two friends would rather talk
he matter alone. But before he turned
e glanced searchingly at Carlo, and again
surprised on his face the look which had
perplexed him before.
"Does the fellow actually take pleasure
in giviug up,his life to the service of that
chit ?" he thought to himself as he walked
away. If ever there was a commonplace,
uninteresting woman in the world, it is
Anita Merlino ; she'll not even have the
grace to be grateful to him."
Later, an, in the afternobn•of the follow •
ing day, Carlo, returning from a long lesson
tale, happened to meet, in the Piazza
ipo, a handsomeEnglish sailor whose
emed familiar to him. He glanced
at the name embroidered on his
and read the word Pilgrim. With
t hunger in his heart to know Fran.
whereabouts. he turned and accosted
n:
the Pilgrim: ist still hero," he said,
Indy: When. does she eave ?"
-night, air" said the sailor, looking
'at the recegisitipn. • " CaPtain Brit- ,
the, iWins hiles eatrie on board an
I don't kno-w," said Gigi, "but
• think you are the new baritone.
Something hi this address so tickled the
stranger that he began to laugh. His laugh
was a very pleasant one. •
" You have guessed rightly," he said,
"hut I am not so clever, and cannot guess
your name at alL"
"r Gigi," said the 'child, gravely.
" Signor Sardoni laughs at my name and
'says it is only fit for a ponys, hut then he is
only an Engliehman and knows,' ino better •
his plac
that is
At th
shyly.
"Ma
"1 pro
you this
got, and
now, an
well giv
The
ough, after all, I like him, and I like to I macke 4
talk „English, as we (lid at Salem." .1 pieeee *
As he spoke, the little fellow 'lifted a pair her. ,
of , bea.u.tiful dark eyes the stranger's 1 "Ret
face ; his eyea were hi only beauty, they I " Direct
were wonderfully expressive, and something that it r
in their depth 'was familiar to •the new. 1 Nita
comer —
child's face more attentively. 1 that Com
etst and ditec it haatil,y-sper-
rdly •eonsidering.' that by' doing so
crossed the Rubicon.
arlo understood, and knew well
hastily cross e room, and hi-
e letter in s. enve ape ; she knew
erics would- Tee° ize-s-her Writing
• .e came closer and studied the Oesed th
" $1 said,he gitthink you must be a Mom
my little nephew, though no one has takini -haps ha
the tronble to tell me of your existence." she had
" Oh, no," slid the child—they were But C
" What induced you to:take-Aka name of ton and
end Q aro onlY waiting now for
Sardoni?" Asked Carlo. s- ss s... 1 ,. 7 ' . .: Vour' lig
1t
Well, according to , e dhariteter of any, , the cate
queationes I have two r lice," said 8sr,. 1 - CatiO
; doni. "..Mattersof,fact : I occurred to me the ya
.
"
sardines. Poetic.: I assumed , •t, in a sat': hi
one Morning wlule I was b akfasting off rea8latv
1 donic Mood, while,conaemplatin journey " We
to Sardinia, We have iame funny nprove- board
ments on:names among us."
rer, asil there he conies yonder."
;- glancing. around,. saw another of
cht's crew, a bluff -looking, elderly
linse day was to buy the food for
is; • I 1 • r
shall sail now as soon as we get on
, air," said the coxswain. " Can
take any message for you ?"
..rga01.•
"None thank you," said Carlo, and bid-
ding the man a courteous farewell, he
turned quickly away. 'Hurriedly he walked
tovvards the Strada Nueva, and looked
*cross_ the. blue waters a the- .bay. --Them
was the Pilgrim, anchored to the Military
Mole, her beautiful white sails all set, and
only waiting for the return of the dingey to
raise anchor. CS,r19 saw the little- boat
threading its way between the vesaels in
the harbor, saw lt round the yacht and dis-
appear, then descried Oxenberry's lithe
figure springing on board. For a few
minutes all seemed haste and confusion ; he
could hear the rattling of chain,e, and could
even make out the figure of the steward
seated on the capstan with his concertina,
while the sailors heaved up the anchors
swinging merrily round to the familiar
strains of the "Shanty." Their hearty
voices reached him even at that distance,
and he remembered how as a child Francesca
hail proudly taught him to sing the
" Shanty "with a proper English accent.
Fragments of the words seemed now to float
across to him, and the tears started to his
eyes.
Hurrah, my lads! were homeward bound,
We're homeward bound for Plymouth Sound
Up with tho sail and off goes she,
Hurrah, my lads! hurrah! hurrah !"
The cheerful old tune seemed to him now
like a dirge—the dirge for his old life which
was passt and over, the dirge for his be-
trothal so swiftly ended.
All at once his heart began . to throb
wildly, for he saw a slim, dark figure come
on deck with a white shawl wrapped about
the beadand shoulders. Francesca stood with .
her face turned toward him, looking to shore
and away from the blithe sailors, whose
• merry song, perhaps brought to her mind
the very thoughts it had suggested te. Carlo.
He gazed on, hardly knowirg whether the
sight comforted or tortured him, but, in
any case, unable to move, unable for one in-
stant to relax the strain.
At last the song ceased, the chain rattled
no more, the yacht began to move, and
Francesca, shifted her position a little, but
still kept aloof from the rest, still gazed
shoreward. And thus she remained while
the summer wind filled the white sails, and
the Pilgrim glided out of the harbor gently,
proudly, but relentlessly, moving out sea-
ward.
To the very last his eyes rested on her,
till the slim, black figure became a mere
speck in the distance, and finally was lost
to sight He lingered still for the last
glimpse of the Pilgrim's sails, on which the
afternoon sun glinted with dazzling
brightness; then, when those, too,
had di,sappeared, he became con-
scious of a creeping chilliness, which
obliged him to , grope his way to
one of the seats and wait till he had 'recov-
ered his self-cvntrol.
It was a vision of Piale's reproachful face
which finally, roused him. What would be
the maestro's horror could he see his pupil
sitting there regardless of the dangerous
hour of sunset, which was fast approaching?
He drew himself together and walked slowly
back to the Palazzo Forti, through the
narrow, picturesque streets so familiar but
now so desolate to him. Never in his ife
had he felt so hopelessly lonely as when he
mounted the dirty stairs and reached the
snite of rooms which, for the time being,
made his home.
In the ante -room Gigi was crying pite-
ously; in the soda Merlino, in one of his
worst tempers, was arguing with Anita;
while Geinez, who had Just arrived from
Seville, stood glowering darkly at the new
baritone.
(To be Continues -1.
Across the continent.
Wm. Renwick, M. D. , M. R. C. S. E. Vic
tbria, B.C. writes : I have used Miller's
Emulsion of Cod Liver Oil in cases of indi-
gent patients with the most gratifying
aesults. It does not upset the stomach, is
easily assimilated and possesses undoubted
power -in rebuilding weakened constitutions,
where the ordinary form of administering
Cod Liver Oil is not admissable. For the
future, whenever I have occasion to pres-
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will give Miller's Emulsion the preference,
being perfectly satisfied with its therapeutic
efficacy. In big betties, flc. and $1 at all
drug stores. "
O'Donovan Rosso, has gone to sellingsugar
• and starchon commission. He can no longer
make a living out of dynamite, and is afraid
to return to England. •
A Japanese doctor never „dreams of ask-
ing a poor patient for a fee. There is a,
proverb among the medical fraternity of
Japan: "When the twin enemies, poverty
and disease, invade a home, then he. who
takes aught from that home, even though it
be given him, is it robber."
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When nearly worn out for want of
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.
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