The Exeter Advocate, 1892-6-2, Page 2et'ke Smitten, of Showers.
Dareinotea been se1* up the street
Qr eeurry melee shelteriug sheltie ;
Atta, setiool-girl faces pole and swet
Gleam from the ehawls about their heads,
1/oore baua ; and mother voices
errata alien honleskand.rusty.gates
Am, stemmed; higlx above le all•
The thunder gam reverberates.
And. thou abrupt, the rainathe rein I
The earth, llea gimping; end the eyes
Debind the streenueg wnidow penes
Smile at ehe trouble of tee skies,
The highway smoleos, sharp °oboes ring ;
The cattle bawl awl. cow bolls clank;
And to town comes galloping
WeThe fiermeds horse with eteimung Meek.
The ewellow dips beneath the eaves,
And Mae his plumes and foldhis wings;
,And under the catiewba loaves
The caterpillar curls and clings.
The bumblebee is Pelted dewe
The wet stem of the hollyhock ;
.Aid sullenly in spattered brown
The orioket leaps the garden welk,
Within, the baby ohms liat hands
And crews with rapture strauge and vague
Without. belie:Mil the rose bush stands
A dripping rooster on one leg.
-James TIrlitteomb
A BARITONE'S DEVOTION
OR A TALE OP SUNNY ITALY.
The place had been strangely still for
some minutee. Niaolo had left his caldron,
and now lay on the floor smoking; the
card -players had fiuished their game, and
seemed to think it was not worth while
th begin another before the event of the
evening came off ; one ewarthy, black -
bearded fellow shuttled the cards the other*
lounged at ease, watching the prisoner
indifferently.
When at length a voice in the distance
spoke the password, everyone present
Reamed slightly. Cello drew himself up to
his full height and looked steadily toward
the dark archway ; Brancaleone rose, and,
with one hand on his victim and the knife
in the other, glanced over his shoulder,
ready either to strike or to forbear;
Lionbruno dropped his cross, and glanced
ingreat agitation from the archway to the
prisoner, and back again to the archway.
The footsteps drew nearer ; the messenger
suddenly turned the corner and emerged
into sight ; the torch -light, fell on the token
in his hani-was it white or red? With a
gasp of relief, Lioubruao sprung forward and
sea el the handkerchief, waving it joyfully
in the air ; while the messenger advanced
and Imelde . a sealed packet to the chief,
wile) et once sheathed his knife and turned
to eho prisoner.
"You are free, signor," he said, gravely.
" Nita is ruined ! I have failed !" thought
Carlo.
The sharpest pang he had ever had to
bear shot through him ; and, without a
word, he fell to the grouni.
" Diavolo 1" excleimed the chief. "1
have aten seen a prisoner overcome on
hearing his deathmeatence, but never yet
on ge :ring his reprieve !"
CHAPTER XXXVIL
AT l'ALAzZO FORTI.
Ou iht Monday evening, after Carlo
had merted for Cese Belle., Nita, dined
alone; (Mgt hovering round, and always
ready to accept promiscuous mouthfuls off
her ;Atte like a pet dog. When the child
had g •ns to bed she sat down to the piano,
her lingers roaming over the keys, and play-
ing a sort of subdued accompaniment to her
ream ie.
" e n going to turn over a new leaf,"
she e'right to herself ; " it is, after all,
rather pleasant to be good, and not so herd
as I retought. I have enjoyed these days
on tho y icht with the Bri Mons ; it was not
half eo dull as I expected. There was
soineehing so peaceful and quiet about it.
I thiak I'm tired of being eaughty. Now
ni be like Cern) ; that will be a novelty."
She was iaternapted by the entrance of
the servant with a visitor's card. Holdiug
out her hand for it carelessly, she glanced
clown at the name and saw that it was
Corneae's. A terrible fear seized on her.
"Say I do not receive to -night. I am
engaged.. -nob well 1" she exclaimed breath•
lesel v.
Te servant retired, but in another minute
came beck still bearing the card, on which
Commie had penciled a few words:
'You must see me on a matter of life and
death !"
Nimes color came and went, but to refuse
now seemed to her impossible, and the next
minute she was alone with her lover. Yet,
after all, did she love him or hate him ? Of
one thing only she was conscious -that with
all her heart she feared him, and that over
her he had some strange deadly influence.
" How can you dare to come here?" he
cried passionately. "Did I not tell you I
would never speak to yen again"
Comerio smiled.
"1 come because I love you' " he replied;
"because I knew you wouldnot keep to
your threat; because, happen what may, I
will never give you up. I have waited for
you all these years, Nita, but now you will
be mine."
"Never !" she cried vehemently; and,
with a glowing sense of terror, she tried to
pass him and reach the door.
"Do not speak too hastily," he said, in-
tercepting her; "you are altogether in ray
power. Your brother has thwarted me for
long; now it is my turn. If you wish him
to die, to be murdered for your sake, you
will refuse to come with me. If you wish
to save him you will leave Naples with me
to-nighb ; we will fly to Australia and begin
our new life there !"
" Oh, it isn't true !" sobbed Nita ; " it
can't be true! Carlo could never be in your
power !"
"Not true ?" said Corneae, with a mock-
ing laugh. "It is as:true as thh gospel. Do
you think the Pozzuoli road is so much
frequented that I couldn't have him way-
laid ? I tell you his fate rests in your hands.
Now choose !"
" You must be a fiend !" Bobbed Nita.
Only a fiend could make such a plan !"
"A fiend or a lover," said Comerio.
"AU is fair in love and war, Nita, and I
love you -1 love you -and I will have you.
You shall not deny me 1"
Again the old subtle influence crept over
poor Nita's tempest -tossed heart; it needed
only half an hour of Cornerio's impassioned
pleading to break down all her resolutions.
After all, her life was hard and weary, and
husband rough and overbearing, and good-
ness was dull, and this scheine was excit-
ing ; besides, it would save Carlo -Carlo,
whom she really loved. Yes, she would
save him at till costs ; she, too, would be
self -sacrificing -she wouldgive up every-
thing to save him. /min death.
It was all over very tmickly--the dispute,
the seruggle, the pronuse-thett once more
she watt alone, with but a few hours to
make all her arrangements for her flight,
for Cotnerio had prevailed that a carriage
ehould: be iti waiting for her at 12 o'clock,
end had hastened of to see that all his
plane were in working orier. He had
elisolute conficlenee in his own power over
enc, which was indeed great; but there was
another Power which he had foegotten to
take into account -a Powor which could
no mote be laid hold tW, and slent up with
Carlo in the brigands' retreat,. than the
winch
" He shall not die foe my Sake I" gobbed
Nita to herself • "X Will save hirn by'
Yielding. And Yet -yet ib is wh4b he Would
say was Wrong ; he wetild tall it doing evil
that good might Qom, Ohl what arn1 to the bed an though he had 'been an India,
dot Why did 1 ever sea Qoulerior • rubber ball, and leaped Ant on the balweeet
She Was like a poor* terrified bird in a whet° the zest rushed downoetairs o oat o
one, flying now to this aide, now to that, the retreat heloW,
but meeting elwaye with hard, impassable But bheir teiforts Were useless; Cornea
bars, The temptation to eampe ft= bLor bad got the etart of them, and, With dark
distenteful life into a life that was now and neas to favor him, found little diffieulty i
untried was terrible. And yet, es in sick xnaleillg 4aPecalee from, Naples,
recoil she looked at her lease, there shone While the Nimpoliean polioe were stel
out in it alevitys ene bright light Ahundred searching high and low or him, he wa,
little details of Carlo's care for her flashed steaming, down the Kedithrrienean,
back into her mind; scenes rose up before that never again could he dare to set foo
her in the greemroom, at reheareals, in in Italy, and bellied both in his love and in
desolate lodgings, on, tedious journeys ; and his revenge,
always he was there as her helper, the one If only I had heel dine to go again t
perfectly reliable man in her world. Brancaleone's agent, and change the whit
In wild excitement she sprung to her token for the red, I could beer all else 1" h
feet, Corneae, in the heat of the mement, reflected -
had let something fall about the Pozzaoli But the white bauclkerchief remained
road? Why ehould she not rush to Casa just as he had left it with the sealed pe.olte
Belle and prevent her brother's return, and of uotes, and the true love had triumpned
save him froin the attack team had beeu over the false.
pleamed ? What gave her strength for this At Onso. Bella all was confusion, and
desperate resolution she hardly knew bite afterward, those fearful hours seemed to
the thought itself seemed to led her Fraaceeme like a long, hideous nightmare.
wings. She rushed to her bedroom, She had vague recollections of returning
snatched up a cloak and. bonnet, drew a veil from the telegraph office, and seeing Clare
over her face, and, without even pausing to and Kate bending over Nita's prostrate
close the door of the house behind her, crepe figure; of a discussion with her father and
down the long stone staircase. The con- Uncle George as to whether she should drive
cierge was readiug Iiz Campana as she in to Naples with them or nob; of reaching
glided past his little office; he was so much Palazzo Forti in the dead of night, and find -
absorbed that he never even saw her. ing poor little Gigi sobbing and shivering;
And now she was actually in the street, of dewing home with him on her knee, and
and, for the first time since her resolution feeling a sort of comfort in folding her arms
had been made, a feeling of fear and round him and letting him talk on in his
perplexity overwhelmed her, her hada happy ignorance; then, of two fearful nights
ermined to reel. "Holy Virgin protect and dams, while all Naples was searched,
me 1" she sobbed, and walked on blindly, and not the, slightest clew as to Carlo's
too much terrified to form any clear plea of whereabouts could be discovered. In the
action. All at once she caught sight of a meantime Nita lay in the guest -chamber,
disengaged carriage, and signed to the and many times each day both priest and
driver to stop, Ile looked at her sus. clooter passed in and out.
piciously, but she was far too miserable to "Why do those men come so dreffiy
resent that. often ?" asked Gigi, one day, turning to his
"Drive to Pozzuoli," she said ; "to Cana friend and playfellow, Sibyl, and forgetting
ella." for a minute the sham-tiglat which was
The mai, however, grumbled. It was going on between his two boxes of tin
late, a long drive, his horse was tired. Nita soldiers.
thruse two gold coins iuto his hand, " Why, Dino says your mother is dying,"
"Go ! go !" she cried. "Another, if you said Sibyl, her eyes dilating "Bat, oh,
will drive fast !" Gigi, perhaps I oughtu't to have said any -
Then she leaned back in the carriage and thing ! Don't tell the others I told you ! "
covered her face with her hauda, trembling ".Bat she can't," said Gigi, emphatically;
in every limb, expecting each minute that "nob until Uncle Carlo comes back."
Comerio would find out all and pursue her. And so, while the elders of the household
The drive seemed endless, but at last Casa lived through their terrible agony of sus -
Bella was reached ; she sprung out and pense, the two children, who were much
asked eagerly for Signor Donati. thrown together, and left to their own
"Ke is not here, signora," said old Dino, devices in those days, kept their own coun-
looking at her curiously. "Ile has not sel as children do, and waited gravely for
been here at all." Carlo's return.
Nita gave a cry that broughb all the
household flocking into the hall. They
took, her into the Rose room, and there
gradtially drew from her the whole piteous
story. Francesca, as she listened, turned
pale as death, but to endure a momeut's
discussion or delay was to her irnpossihle.
Before the captain or Mr. Britton could
even recover enough from the shock to
frame a clear idea, she had left the room,
had run bareheaded out into the summer
night, and was flying to the telegraph
office. Panting, breathless, with a weight
of torturing fear at her heart, she yet ran
like the wind. Carlo was in terrible danger,
but she might yet save him. The office was
still open ; she wrote without a moment's
delay the following words to the chief of
the police "Signor Carlo Donteti was
waylaid on the road to Pozzuoli this after-
tnoon, and has not been heard of since. The
plot was arranged by the singer Giovanni
Cornelia. Arrest him immediately."
In the meth:tame'Comerio, little thinking
of the turn affairs had taken, was making
his arrangements with the utmost calmness
and deliberation. First of all, he went to
Branceleone's agent, who lived in one of
the worst quarters of Naples. Here he de-
posited the. white handkerchief, which had
been the token deoided on, and the little
packet of note e for the payment of the
brigand chief. Then he gave his fined orders
about the carriage which was to take thein
out of Naples ; and afterward, fiading that
he had yes some time to spire on his hands,
he went into a cafe, where, to fortify hbn-
self for the excitement of the evening,
he called for a bottle of champagne.
- i his gentle, soothing voice, "b� comforted.
, Oer payers ere heard. Try to take this
ft' iv calmly, and as a pledge of your tole
gormless.'
o Then he quietly drew hack, and looking
- with hiving reverence at his old pupil,
is signed- to than to take his place.
One glance et Anita's worm weary face
1 showed Cerlo that she was dying. Jae took
s both her outatretchecl hands iu his, and
g beuding down, kissed her Vie and again,
t She was dying, but yet it was the sense
that she was eale wheel). outweighed all else,
'or a long time perfect oilenoo reigned in
o the room, then Nita spoke faintly,
" Why I liked the yacht," ehe said, half -
e dreamily, " was because yoa were all so
good -there WU no temptation. I wanted
to be good -only it was always too hard."
t Worn out, exhausted and fearful, she bad
none °Mat natural clinging to life which
Carlo had to lately felt.
"1 never understood that till now," she
said, glancing at the (muffin which Father
Cristoforo held on the other side of the bed,
But now I see it alt; it is you that heave
made me see it, Carlino.":
Ilia eyes filled with glad tears, and again
he kissed her reverently.
"You will keep to the stage still," she
said, after a time. "Lb me at least feel
that I have done that much for the profes-
sion. I've been no credit to it myself, but
you, Carlin°, you went into it for my sake,
and they will respect you. You will not
leave the stage 1"
"No," he said, turning his thoughts to
-the future with en effort ; " I shall. not
leave it."
"1 should have liked to sing with you
once more," shemurmured, dreamily.
" When you hold me like that, it melees
me feel like Glide. I tried to put you out
the last time we sang that ecene-it was at
New York, don't you remember ; the night
of Sardoni's benefit, and I was cross be-
cause my white satin had got some paint on
it."
"My daughter," said Father Cristoforo,
gently, "you will wear yourself out with
talking."
"No matter 1" she said, with a little
impatient motion of the hand. "1 am
de ing-I shall die as I please. Whore is
Gigi? Let me say good-bye to Gigi."
Fraucesca slipped out of the room and
went to find the child, bringing him in just
as he was, in his little night-shirt, and with
his hair all rough and disordered. She had
told him that his mother was very ill, and
that he must be quiet; but in the glad sur-
prise of seeing Carlo he forgot all else, and
with a rapturous shout of " zio caro 1"
sprung toward the bed. Carlo took him in
his arms, trying to quiet him with kisses,
and Nita watched them sadly.
" Well, it is natural enough he should
care for you and not for me," she said, wist-
fully. "1 never liked to be troubled with
him."
"No, no," said Carlo, quickly; "he
ves you, it is only that he does not under -
tend illness."
And putting the child on the bed, he
laid the little, fat, brown hands iu between
the cold, white ones. Gigi looked at his
mother with wandering eyes.
" Do you think he will have a voice ?"
she asked. "He surely will sing --I hope
he will. But don't let Merlin° be unkind
to him, promise to care for him always."
, "Always," said Carlo. "For your sake."
And Francesca bent down and kissed her,
while the child, aware now that something
was wrong, listened wistfully. .
"1 have been a bad wife," moaned Nita,
"and a bad sister, and a bad mother. Oh,
Gigi-my Gigi-you must not grow like me !
Be good, carino-he good I"
" Yes, mamma," said Gigi, simply.
With a sob she raised herself and caught
him in her arms, but once more deadly
fenehtnese crept over her, and she fell back
eRconacious.
Francesca took Gigi away to Sibyl, and
by the time she was able to return Anita had
revived. Father Cristoforo had thrown the
window wide open; Francesca stole quietly
across the room and stood beside it, listen-
ing now to the old priest's hushed voice,
now to the birds in the garden below; the
sun had risen, and sea and trees, andhouses
glowed in the roseate light, contrasting
strangely with the scene within. When
the last officce were ended there was a long
pause, broken at length by Anita's faint
voice. IP
"Why are the footlights out ?'' she
asked, impatiently.
"Because the sun has risen," replied
Carlo, smoothing back the fringe of dark
hair from her cold forehead.
" I can't see," she said, with a little
shudder.
Then after a minute, losing consciousness
of the present, she sang ;hid above her
breath a little snatch from " Faust:"
"0 del ciel angeli immortal!
Deh ini guidate con voi lassu."
There was sotnething inexpressibly touch-
ing in the faint yet still beautiful voice;
Carlo a breast heaved and hiseyes grew dim.
Evidently she was wandering -fancying
herself back once more in the old life.
" Well! it is over," she murmured, "and
I'm tired -its a long opera! How cold it
is lying op this draughty stage! But Carlo
will be waiting with my cloak, he always
thinks of me, though lain so cross to him."
Then, her voice rising to a cry, "Carlino!
Carlin° I come back 0 God! I have
killed him -my sin has killed him."
"1 am here, Nita, close to you," he re-
plied, bending over her,
while Father Cris-
toforo held the crucifixto her lips.
She came back to the present, and. grew
calmer.
"You see I never understood till you
showed me," she whispered. "Oh, Carlo,
bow much you have borne for me?"
He held her more closely. " Don't you
understand that I love you ?" he said.
"Yet 1 wish that -1 too -had loved I"
she gasped, in a voice so sad that Fran -
°cam's heart ached for her.
After that she never spoke clearly again,
only, as Carlo listened intently to the last
long -drawn sighs, he caught one more faint
whisper.
"(esu !"
Then he laid hor down tenderly on the
pillow, and closed her eyes, and folded her
hands over the crucifix on her breast. The
sun had fully risen, and golden rays played
about him as he moved. Francesca noticed
it, and would not draw down the blind.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
Sauntering out of the cafe, and still mus-
ing over his good fortune, he was a little
startled when a passer-by thrnst a note into
his hand and welkect rapidly on. He panaed
to read it under a street -lamp. It ran as
follows:
"Signor Comerio, be warned by a friend,
and fly from Naples at once. You are in
danger of being arrested."
Though capable, in order to gratify him-
self, of a certain amount of rash daring,
Cornea° was at heart a coward. He had a
friend connected with the police force, and
did not doubt for a moment that the warn-
ing came from him. He knew that he had
not a moment to lose. Still the mere
hatred of being baffled in his plans induced
him to risk a call at Palazzo .e'orti. There
was yet a chance thahthey might be able to
fly together; and now that all was known,
he risked little more by making his final
attempt. Breathlessly he made his way
through the dusky courtyard and up the
long stone staircase. To his surprise the
door at the top was open, He stole in and
openeci the door to the antemoorm calling
Anita in a low voice. He went into the
sala, but that, too was empty and deserted.
He knocked at the door of the bedroom ;
that, also, was tenantless. Then, with a
faint suspicion dawning in his rabid that
Nita had played him false, he ground his
teeth • together, and flung open the
two remaining doors in the
suite. Possibly she was with the child.
Snatching up a lamp from a table in the
passage, he went into the room to make
quite sure that she was not there -looked
with a sort of dumb rage at Do/lea's vari-
ous possessions which were strewn about -
then walked up to the bed where Gigi lay
sleeping, with both arms flung up on the
pillow above his head, and his ruddy -brown
little face the picture of sturdy peacefulness.
Cornea° shook him by the shoulder.
"Where is your mother, child?" he said,
in a voice that terrified Gigi. "Can't you
speak ?" he reiterated. " Where is your
mother ? "
"1 don'e know I" sobbed the child.
" Accidente 1 she has played me false 1."
cried Comerio, . Do you thank us for what we have
Then, suddenly holding hie breath,he done ?" he exclaimed, with a chocking sen -
paused to lieten. Undoubtedly men's voices sation in his throat, anti foroetting alto -
and footsteps were approaching. Darting gether to fear what people would say, for -
to the door he drew the bolt, then rushed getting even to regret the connection with
across to the Window, flung it open, leaped the stage. "1 wish it could have been
out on the balcony, and disappeared in the mere. I wish I had stood by you in the
darkness. e past, Carlo."
Gigi's first impulse was to draw the bed- As he thought of the insults he had
clothed over his head and sob for very ter- heaped on the Italian years ago, the color
ror, but some recollection of Carlo checked tnounted to his temples, and he would have
him, and summoning up all his courage, he given all in his power to have had over
scrambled out of bed, unbolted the door, again the opportunity which he had wasted,
and ran out into the passage, calling now But before anything had passed between
Lor Carlo, now for his mothet. them Franeesca canoe to summon Carle to
Strange men whom he had never omen be- the siek-room, and not sorry' to be free froni
fore were marching in and out of the rooms; the captain's questions and congratulations,
whether to run to them or froin them he he followed her upstairs into a bed -room
hardly knew. which he knew must be her own. It
"Here is a child I" exclaimed one of the Oohed him to think that Nita should be in
deteetivem picking him up in hie arms. this place, of all obbers, with its induce/bit-
" Tell us, little One, who is in the house ?" ble air' of purity and peace and safety, with
"Signor Cornea() 1" sobbed Gigi. its English comforts, with its girlish orna.
"Santo Novato / where I" exclaimed the meats and piceuree. The bed stood facing
man. the Window, with its white moweeito-
Gigi pointed in the direetion of the room. Miens drawtt beak, hub he tould not tiee
"Through the Window," he [mid, with a Anita, for Father Oriseofer° was bending
rush of teals over her.
For all anewert the man tossed him teet to " itj daughter" the old Man Wearily/rig, i
CHAPTER XXXVIIL
AT CASA. nELLA.
Early on the Thursday morning Captain
Britton was roused from a short aud uueamy
sleep on the sofa in his study by the sound
of voices on the staircase. He rose
quickly, remembering that Francesca had
token Miss Claremont's place in the sick-
room, and that he had promised to be aa
hand in case anything was needed.
"How is Madame Merlin° ?" he asked,
going out into the hall, whore Franzoni,
the doctor, was hid taking up his hat and
cloak.
" Better for the time," replied the doc-
tor, "bub I doubt if she will last much
longer ,• the shock has been too much for
her, and this suspense is the very worst
thing. She has inherited her mother's con-
atitution, you see, and when the heare is in
question such a strain is killing work."
Francesco moved away from the speakers
that she might hide her tears. A lamp
which. had burned for many hours stood on
the table, gleaming faintly in the early
morning light. She turned it out, glad to
have some little trivial household matter to
attend to, and findingit, as most women do,
a relief in trouble.
Ceptain Britton went out with the doctor,
not sorry to escape for a few minutes from
the burdened atmosphere of his own house;
and Francesca, knowing that Father Cristo-
foro was with Nita, lingered beside the
open door, glad for a few minutes to be
alone with her grief. The sun had not asen,
but rosy clouds floated in the soft, sheeny
sky, and a delicious fragrance came from
the garden, which was all wet with
dew. Everything was still and peaceful,
with the restful calmness of dawn ; per-
haps it unconsciously influenced Francesca,
or perhaps it was mere exhaustion which
quieted her throbbing pulses. Certainly
the sound of footsteps on the road from
Naples, which yesterday would have made
her heart leap into her mouth, scarcely
roused her now. She just looked up
wearily, too heavy-hearted to hope any
longer. But suddenly the blood surged
through her veins, and with a low cry, she
rushed forward.
" Carlo ! Carlo 1" she sobbed; yon have
come at last 1"
Clinging to him, in that first minute of
rapture she forgot all else ; but a second
glance at his face reminded her of Nita,
for he bore the look of a man who has
passed through terrible aufferhm, and how
much he knew of Comerio's plot she could
not tell.
"Cerium," she said, tenderly, "try and
prepare yourself for what I have to te
you.,'
" I am prepared," he said, in the voice of
one whose work is over -one who knows
that he has failed.
"Who can have met you so early? Oh,
Carlo, we have tried to take care of her, but
she is dying. She has been ill ever since
that Monday night."
"Do you mean that Nita is here with
you? that she is safe?" he cried, eager hope
dawning in his eyes. Then as she told him
all, a light, such as she had never before
seen, shone in his face.
"God has been very good to us," he said
simply.
In a very few words he told her what
had happened to him; and then, while she
went to prepare Nita for his corning, he
stayed below, receiving the warm-hearted
greetings of the captain, giving him a brief
account of hie imprisonment and release,
and thanking him with tears in his eyes for
having sheltered his sister. Somehow the
old patronizing, tone disappeared altogether
from the captain's voice as he struggled to
reVy.
A MERV/AIM.
For the need two or three reeks tbc story
of Ceado and Anita was in every one's mouth;
he account of Comerio's vengeance, and the
alarming news of brigandage in the very
environe of Naples, created something like
a panic, while, as to Deautti's share in the
matter, Opinions were divided. Some called
him a hero, some a fool, others remarked
eynically thet, in any nate the affair would
be a good advertisement for him, and that
now, at any rate, he might be expeeted to
draw large houses.
1VIerlitio, when he earned all, Made
scarcely any comment on what had hap-
pened. He merely wound up the affairs of
hia compaby, and announced his retirement
from the position of impresairo. Only in re-
gard to Gigi did he tihowany sigh of feeling.
"You'll be kind to the child, Val?" he
said, as he bade his bkother-intlaw geode
bye. "1 Shall day in America, for a few
ears till this scandal has had time to facia
n people's inhzda. Bat you'll go to Wheel
wed see that Gigi in all right, 110W end then;
won't your
" He obeli be like my own Wendt" said
Carlo, warmly. His holidays shall always
be spent with us."
People Were surprised that the new bare'
tone fulfilled leis engagement at the San
Carlo their summer. Some called him cold-
bleeded, others called him breve awl honor-
able, and both those who praised and those
who blamed flecked to hear him. Ile went
his way,as ever, with seraightforward sim-
plicity, thinking of the past with thaeltfel-
nese and of the future with eager hope.
"Carina," he said, one afternoon, as he
sat beside Fraticeeca, in the familiar old
belvedere which had sweet memories for
them both-" Carina, here is work enough
for me for months to come -offers of engage-
ments all over Europe. Plate wishes to
know which of them we are pleased to
accept"
" We ?" she said, smiling and blushing.
"You do not think I could go without
you ?" he exclaimed. "You will not send
me away alone ?"
" No, ' she said, with deepening color;
"1 don't think you would take enough care
of yourself."
"Darling I" he said, drawing her toward
him " whyshoulcl we wait any longer? Let
us be married quietly while Mr. Britton and
Clare are stillhere."
"Bab they are only here for another
week," odd. Francesca.
" Ebbene?" said. Carlo, with a world of
O preaaion in his tone.
"How could I be ready ?" she faltered.
"A wedding takes a great deal of prepera.
tion -certainly Flora's did. I must at least
have a dress that is at for your eyes to look
"11 you want to dress to please me, I
will tell you what to wear," he said, smil-
ing. "Wear that white dress like a baby's
-the one you wore oa the night of oar
betrothal."
"That old nainsook 1" she cried. "Why,
Carlo, it is more fit for the rag -bag than for
a wedding 1"
Ile mcie one of his expressive Neapolitan
gestures.
"1 should like nothing else so well, and
you will see it will wash and get up in ewe
dome' time, and look as good as new.Oh, I
arn very learned in such matters now, I
assure you."
She smiled and nestled close to him.
"1 will wear anything to please you,
rat° euro! And, after all, we douet want
to be thinking of new dresses just now.
All I want is to go away from everything
else for a little while -away with you.
Let us go sotnewhere among the mountains,
where there are no people and no news-
papers -nothing but Just we two by our-
selves 1"
He kissed her white forehead.
" Carina," he said, thoughtfully, "if one
did not believe success to be a sort of sacra-
ment it would frighten one." •
ahe mused over the old definiti.en in the
prayer -book, and caught his meaning.
"They said at Merlebank it was useless
knight-errantry," she replied ; "bat I
think they changed their minds when they
saw the smile on Nita's face after all was
over. Do you remember what she said
about those days on the yacht? It made
me cry, for I never saw till then how fearful
temptation must be."
"She conquered and is at rest 1" said
Carlo, steadying his voice with an effort.
"Father Cristoforo told me he never knew
one so young who has so little clinging to
life. It is as she would have wished."
For some time he was grave and silent;
his mind was full of Nita's sad story.
"Does it not seem to you more than
three years," he said, at length, " since we
last sat here together like this? To me it
seems like a lifetime."
"And, oh, Carlo," said Francesca, cling-.
ing to him, "1 don't know how it is -but,
though so many sad things have come be-
tween I can't help feeling happier even
than long ago 1 I thought I couldn't be
happier than I was when Ten &at told me
you loved me, here in this summer -house -
but now, Carlo l-nost—"
* * * * * *
So, one day in the f011owing week, Fran-
cesca put on the old white dress and her
confirmation veil, and Kate twined orange
blossom and myrtle into a wreath, and
Sibyl and Gigi gathered the prettiest white
flowers thew could find in. the garden, and
XaI,
aited them with Enrico Ritter at his
ith infinite pains made them up into a very
c. drud bridal bouquet. Then every one at
Ca FL Bella drove into Naples, where Carlo
aw
side ; and presently., with Piale, Marioni,
old Flurestano, and Sardotti and bis wife for
spectators, the two lovers were quietly
mamed.
" After all," said Captain Britton, when
the bride and bridegroonx had driven away,
"though I suppose is voice like that must
be used. yet I shall always think that Carlo
deserved to be something better than a
singer."
• My dear sir," exclaimed Male, vehe-
mently, "the life of a good singer is one
perpetual course of self. denial! And, I as-
sure ,you we, too, have had our heroes.
Must a you,
profession be despised because
some of those engaged in it are not all they
should be? When a man like Donati is
sent to us, for heaven's sake let us keep
him, and say, as in duty bound, 'Deo
[THE HIND.]
hitOWNINg•
Described bir a Wonnot Who AttenilDted 145
Commit hulichle
"To prevent any- person front interfering
Zeitthheinift4e;nslotnalajn'reiddiseinr.te tNheolievnete laar
pealed to be about at the tine. When I
struck the water I immediately tiank, going
down and down and yet being carried for.
ward until I thought 5: would never again
arise. A. sound roared through my head ;
it eeemeel to me it would buret. I opened
my mouth and attempted to breathe, being -
unable to endure the preSSUre loeger, but
the water rushed in and I closed my
mouth. I was again compelled to open it.
Moro water entered. The feeling WAS hor-
rible.
re a‘jstwhen
c‘ heudthesurfaIcetho°futghhet altwwas
over
5
feet from the shore and 106 feet from where
I had jumped in. Near by was a steam-
boat on which stood a man with is long pole
with an iron hook on the end. It took only
is second to see those things, and, in fact, I
had just time to get one breath when I
again sank with my mcuth open. My past
life flashed before me, and 1 was again so
child. The picture of my father and mother
stood out in bold relief. 1 reached out iny
hand to them. The roaring of the. 'teeter
sounded like the sweetest of music. Sud-
denly I saw light and thought I was
Paradise. A large green field, covered with
roses and other flowers, whose fragrance I
could smell, came in view. I felt as if I
was being borne up by some winged mes-
senger whom I could not see, but whose 1\.,
presence I could feel.
"1 remembered nothiug more until 1 felt
a rough jerk. My rescuer had succeeded isa
fastening the boathook in my clothing. As
my body yeas being pulled from out of the
water the picture changed: instead of
Paradise, the place in which the devil
dwells, with all its fires and swarming with
hideous, red -dressed creatures and other
things, presented themselves in my mind,
onlyto again quickly disappear and leave
i
me n darkness. When I came to 1 was
surprised to learn I had been unconscioue.
Every muse/et ixt my body pained ine, but
my brain was perfectly clear. Drdwning
after the first stages are past is pleasant" -
St. Louis Republic.
The Popular Weinman.
"Who is the popular woman 1" asks the
New York Sun, and answers the question ia
She following sensible way:
She is the one who wears well -fitting.
clothes, and never minds telling the name
of her dressmaker.
She is the one who sees the possibilities of
the bashful young man, and cultivates him.
when everybody counts him a bore.
She is the one who may believe in Chris-
tian science or mind cure, or a special way
to remove freckles, or the Turkieh bath, or
in not wearing corsets, but who doesn't give -
dissertations on these subjects, and insist
on converting you.
She is the one who never makes you con-
scious of the amount of money she ham or
her lack of it.
She is the one who, when you are a guest
in her house, makes you feel that she has
simply been waiting for this opportunity to
be happy, and that you are the honored
gst
She is the one whose hair doesn't come
down, or whose frock doesn't tear when she
is in some place where it is not easy to
arrange it.
She is the one whose children are seen but
not heard.
She is the one wise doesn't tell people
unpleasant things, and if she has a bad
opinion of anybodysums it all up bysaying:
"1 do not like her," and gives no further
explanation.
She is the one who is loyal to leer friends,
ignores her enemies, and loves her husband
and children.
Mow to Talk Telephonically.
It is found that not one person in ten
among those who are daily using the tele-
phone know how to use it properly. The
manager of an exchange says; "Why,
just talk in an ordinary conversational tone,
as if you were speaking to soumbody three
or four feet from you. The best position is
to stand with the mouth about three inches
from the transmitter. Most people stand
further back, but it is better to stand even
nearer. It is almost impossible to get too
near the instrument, provided a distinct
conversational tone is maintained. If you
watch the girls at the switchboard yoa will
notice that -they will talk distinctly, and
that most of them will put their noses
againat the instrument when they speak.
They don't have trouble, and nobody else
would if he would adopb similar methods."
The Russell Drama.
A skeleton drain& of London high life:
Act I. -Countess Russell tries iu vain to
secure a divorce from her cruel husband.
Her husband claims that her separate
estate should be charged with the costa of
the suit. Act IL -In despair, or for some
other reason, Countess Russell becomes &
fascinating skirt dancer on the public stage.
Act III -Earl Russell abandons his claim
for costs. The fourth ace has not yet been
played; but itis rumored in London that the
"feature" of it will be a reconciliation -all
on account of the skirt dances.
ChCars.
Tnetna seems to be a wide difference be-
anged
tween the aims of the French Anarchists "You see that marx occupying the two
end Socialists, although by many they are seats there ?"
viewed as similar organizations. In France
yesterday the Socialists distributed their
election programme of a paternalistic but
strictly coustibutional movement. Its arti-
cles are substantially as follows :
1. Establishment of school canteens at which
children may obtain,at reduced cost, meat
lunches between morning andafternoonclasses.
2. Establishment of maternity hospitals and
asylums for aged persons and invalid working-
men.
3. Eight hours in public contracts. .
4. Labor exchange.
5. 8uppression of taxes on articles of food.
0. Exemption Mon' personal taxies for all citi-
zens paying small house rents and heavier
taxes for those paying higher rates. Proper
sanitation and repairs of tenements.
V. The placing of the unemployed by munici-
palities.
8. Establishment of a gratuitous medical
service and pharmacies witn reduced prices.
9. Free public baths and lavatories.
10. Sanitariums for children of laborers at the
expense of the commune.
11. Legal edviee free of cost in the actions in
which laboring men are interested.
12. Remuneration of Municipal office holders
eut down to the maximum pay oflaboringmen,
so that the latter May not be excluded in Adam
from the administration of the commune.
13. Workingmen acting asoabitrators between
employer and employed to be paid. --
15. Peblecation of a bulletin of the decisions
renderesi by the council.
-We sometimes hear te great orator ex.
claim • " As far as the east is from the
went"' The east and the west are not far
apart. In fact, they meet at every point
The west is just as far east as the east is.
Galveston Yews.
WM Pr WAS.
" Tommy," said the teacher calmly,
" Courage take, your duty do ;
If you know who broke the wind.
ow,
'Vell-I shall not punish you."
"Sure of that1" asked %%Miry sharply,
Why, of course," caste the reply,
"Well' --and TOmmy more!). Off eloWly
Towards the doorvvay- was '
-The best platfortn speaker in England
id Said to be the widow of the late Post
bunker General Pawcett.
" He used to ride ia the smoking ear, but
he doean't any more."
"Why not?"
"He says the smoking cams on. this roa.dt
are not fit for a hog to go into."
-The Belgian Society of Gynecology and,
Obstetrics has undertaken to call
International Congress at Brussels from the
lath to the 19th of September, 1S92, to
which is to be annexed an international
ekposition of instruments and lepparatus re-
lating to these two branches of medicine
Mrs. Clara H. Palmer, of Glenville,
Minn., has died at St Paul, the result of
starving. Several months ago her hueband,
Rev. Frank W. Palmer, resolved not to eat,
ancl in due course of time died. Mrs.
Palmer also took to fasting, and sh sur-
vived several weeks.
COD liver oil is not a very popular article
of diet, yet ib is to be found ori the bill -oft
fare of many. But nauseating as it is a
medicai correspondent of the New Yorlr
Llerald says it can be deprived of its offen-
sive smell and taste by mixing it with an.
equal amount of mediciaat lime water. By
this mane an odorless* syrup-like liquid of
milky appearance is obt,ainecl, and' this can
be rendered inoffetisiie by the addition of
some aromatic essence, aa lemon, tribat or
aniseed. Thus correspondent gays that c,oci
liver oil thus prepared is alnaost agreeable„
acme not adhere to the walla �f the mouth,
does not give rise to the rentid ansi reptig-
'nant after-taste, can be kept for it long time„
can be easily aseintiltst,ed by delicate
stomachs and has, farthermene, the advan-
tage of being relatively, 'kw in price. The
tiutrition of malty delicate people could be
Maintained by cod liVer oil Were it not so
disagreeable. But With thm recipe tor its
prepa;ratipo the'objection tb its Atte eau he
alninat, 1. not titthrely, temoved.