Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1857-02-13

him.
Before many minutes had passed,
Guido was by her side, and said quickly,
in Italian
"Speak with me in tho garden one
moment this evening, lola"
He did not, indeed he could not, wait
for reply, so many were crowding
around her, but gliding away, stood
again in the window, gazing with all the
Italians earnestncss upon his lola. For
years he had been her friend and teacher.
and ever since he first behcld her he had
loved her and cherished the hope of one
day taking her back with him to Italy,
Warmly but secretly had lola reciprocal
ted the feeling of her young countrYman,
and this sudden revelation of it filled her
with new and incxprcssiblc happiness.
Several hours passed, and at last when
the company was engaged with music
lola stole from the house into the warm
and lighted garden. Many Others were
walking there, but none recognized her
as with her mant;lla wrapped about her
head in the fashion Of her country, she
ran to a l:ttlc arbor where Guido was
waiting.
Il thank you thousand times, Iola.'
he exclaimed. .'Firs. for wearing my
poor buds, and again for meeting me
here. We can be together but few mo-
mcnts, ard will speak quickly. To-day
haze received important news from my
family in Florence. My father. whose
anger at my refusal to betroth myself to
the lady Of his choice, exiled me from
home, is dead, my broth RS call me home
to share the fortune he has left them. -
Shall go. lola T.
"How can you do otherwise - whis
pcrcd lola. IL YOU love Florence as l
love it. you could no, hesitate"
II love Florence, butt love lola
more If she will 90 with me, how
gladly will return to my country and
my home. But ii she docs not love me,
even Italy. even the house Of my fathers
would have no charm for me-. Shall l
go or stay. lola?"
For a moment the stiffness in the lit
tic nrbor was almost painful. Oaly the
leaves, silver with starlight, rastlcd
gently over them, and the murmar OF
distant, voices blended with the whisper
of the wind.
Shall 90. lola ~
"Go. Guido, said lola softly, placing
her hand in his" hencei5rth thy people
are my people, Thy home. my home
1t was the evening of the following
day. lola sat in the open bay window,
half reclining on a velvet couch, looking
fairy like in the soft moonlight. How
beautiful were her dreams. They were
OF Guido, Of Florence, Of lasting and
happy love.
The door opened and her guardian en-
tered. SO much had she been admired
the previous evening, that he thought II
high time to secure the beautiful prize.
With heart full OF pride and hope he
came towards her and sat down by her.
Oh. am so happy said lola,
turning her shining face towards him, fer
already she longed to impart her new
Joy to her bcs. friend.
That is glad news, said Henry,
smiling. but tell me what makes you
SO happy
20 every thing!' replied lola. "You
are kind to me. am happy now, and
life in the future looks bright to me"
SO j, always shall,' replied Henry.
u mean to make your life always
bright and beautiful as it is now. You
shall not have wish unheeded--all that
have shall be yours"
my dear guardian exclaimed lola,
How can deserve all this goodness: y
by loving me, answered Henry.
You know that | love you dearly" F"
replied she, land | always shall. Have
you not been the cause of all my happl-
ness in life
But, lola lola" stammorel Hen
ry. rather confused BY this frank and
childlike confession, will You love me
more than all others
Will you be my wife, lola ?"
For moment Iola's large eyes were
fixed on his face with intense surprise.
then bursting into passionate tears, she
sprang away from him and hurried to
her own room. Scarcely moment, how
ever, had passed, before she returned,
having regained her usual repose. though
her voice trembled as she stood before
him and began to speak. Mute with as
constituent and disappointment, he lis
tened.
Dear guardian" she said, I" should
be the most ungratefal Of beings if |
did not love you. for you have been fa-
ther and brother and friend to me-
You are all have in the world. except
Guido Molteni, and, next to Guido, you
are dearer to me than all others. But
before l had forgotten my first homcsick-
ness, Guido came here, himself an exile
from the same home, speaking the same
language, remembering the same scenes,
and-forgiye me how could help low
ing him, But never till yesterday did a
word pass between us which meant more
than friendship"
s. have lost all exclaimed the dis
appointed man, and covered his face
lola, trembling and fearful, knelt beside