East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1862-06-03

ed vigorously from the shore. and tn
little skiff flew out into the gulf.
What have you got in that bundle'
asked the priest, while they sailed acros
the water, which was just now glister
ing IN the first rays of the sun.
silk, thread, and lit of loaf, padre
| am to sell the silk to woman in Ar
acapri who makes ribbon, and the threa,
to some one else"
Did you spin it yourself?'
Yes, padre n - snr- q tr
III remember right, you have ais,
learnt to make ribbons?'
Yes, padre; but my mother is So
much worse that | cannot leave tn,
house. and we are not able to buy {
loom for ourselves
..'Ol is she worse? When | was with
yon at Easter che was sitting ur.'
The spring is always the worst time
with her. Ever since the great earth
quake and the great storm, she has suf
tered so much as to bs obliged to keep
her bed
'Indeed!' then you must be earnest
in prayer To- the Virgin for her, and be
good and Industrious, that your prayers
may b. heard. After pause, he con
tinucd: AS you came down to the
shore they shouted, How do you do,
La Rabbiata!' Why do they call you
you SOP 1t is not pretty name for n
Christian girl, who should be mild, and
gentle. Her dark face crimsoned with
bushes, and her eyes flashed
They mock mo because / will not
dance, aud sing, and talk nonsence, like
other girls. Why cannot they leave
me aonep / do them no HARM
But you must be courteous to o cry
one. Perhaps you may not like to
dance and sing, like others whose lives
are happier; but even hearts oppressed
with sadness may give kind word =
She looked down, and contracted her
brows, as if to hide the dark eyes be
meath. For some time they continued
their way in silence. The sun now
Shone brilliantly over the mountains;
the summit of Vesuvus rose above the
mist; and the houses in the orange gar.
dens around Sorrento looked dazzling
white in the morning rays.
Have you heard nothing more Of
that painter, Laurella-that Neapolitan
who wished to marry you?' asked the
priest.
She shook her head.
He came once to take your picture;
why did you refuse to allow himp'
what did he want it for? There are
many girls more beautiful than l am
And, then, who knows what he would
have done with it? My mother said
he might bew itch me, and injure my
life. perhaps even hurt my soul
DO not believe such sinful things,
said the priest, earnestly Are you
not always in the hands of God, with.
,ut whose will not hair of your head
alls; and can man like that, with a
mere picture in his hand, be more pow
srful than our Heavily Father? Be
sides that, you might have known he
wished yCu well, or would he have ask.
ed you in marriagc?'
The girl was silent.
And why did you refnse to marry p
the priest, after a pause
He was gool and handsome man and
would have supported your mother
much better than you can do with the
rifle you earn by spinning and silk.
I'VE arc poor people, replied Lau.
ELLA, vehemently; 'and my mother has
been so long i'll, we should only have
Deen burden to him Besides. am
rot fit to be signora When his
riends came to visit hIm, he woul
nave been ashamed of me-
How you talkp | tell you he was an
excellent man. and besides, he would |
nave come to live in Sorrento. You
will not easily find such another; he
seemed as ii sent from heaven TO sue.
.or you
Il do dot want a husband; l shall neU-
n marry !! she said dislainfully, as
f speaking to herself.
Have you made a VOW, or are you
going into a convent?'
She shook her head. zrrr..5r
People are right in calling you head.
strong. Do you consider that you are
not alone in tho world, and that you
make the illness and poverty Of your
mother only more bitter by your obsti.
nancy? Wha, good reason could you
have for refusing tho honest man who
wished to support you? Answer me,
Laurella.'
Il have reason she said in low
and hesitating voice, but l cannot tell
it,
Not tell it?-not to me?-to your
father. .contessorp You know | always
seek your good-do you not, LaurellaY'
She nodded
Then unbnrden your heart my child
IL you are right, | will be the first 10
commend you; but you are young, and
know little of the world, and may after
having destroyed your hap.
piness for some childish fancy She
cast hasty glance towards the young
man, who. busy with his oar, Sat in the
bow of the boat, his woolen cap drawn
down over his eyes. He was gazing ON