Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1870-05-21
pressed her myheart
TIE glowing cheek.
Then ] released her,
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and gave Ine great encOuiactuta.
While ! wss walking thro,
the STREETS If tie seven hillcd
one day,]l encountered veal
American, who inspected my !
lures and invited me to ietl4
! with biw. Now, | had often hea.
Of America, whose fag was so.
10 be the most beautiful enc in H..
world, aud my heart Ieapcd "a IN,
Thought Of gaining fame NCdtrl
4 folds.
J coald not resist the mpta
tion to accompany the rich me
Chant to.America, and without an
unfair wind We landed in New
York. But | had not forgotten
Panletta. O no! she was ever up.
perm0St in my thoughts, and I
khung her portrait right above ny
easel-frame. When l had c8tab.
lished an undying fame in Amer:
lea would return and salute her
my bride.
| soon found that my fameAhad
preceded ME aefpss the wayeP, and
the miliionairrs Of the great ei;,
became my hest customers. /
painted Niagara in all its gran
deur, at moonlight, sunset and
sunrise. / jemHeyed TO Galifol-
MIA, the Eltlorado Of the New
World, and painted the beauties
Of its valleys for the Earlors Of the
merchant princes.
BY and by ! began to forget
Pauletta, and three years passed
away. | painted on. One day
the CORDS that suspended her pie
tufe to the wall broke, and it iell
to the floor. sprang to NY feet
aud snatched it up before all the
dust had fallen of. -.
The picture was not injure
as ! locked upon it, my old t0IgUt
ten love returned, and / wished
her at my side.
/ love her as | never loved be
fore. ! wonder if she lives, and if
50, it She has forgotten me, the
anne hunter. ! shall never return
. Italy, for America has become
90 dear 10 me. Oh, | hope that
will be forgiven for forsaking
'auietta, and that she will find q
rood husband, in whose love she
nay forget that faiGhIess Pat1U
iascoloni ever lived;
line ., 1867. One year has
'aSsed since traced the story of
'aulctta's love on paper Now I
e@une The MSS. | thought com.
lete.
| have been to my native land.
conld not resist the yearnings of
~ heart to seek PauIetta. lock
d the door Of my studio, in this
reat city, piacarded it "gone to
eek one long forgotten and
rossed the waste Of waters.
Oh h!how my heart beat when
ne cottage OF the Niconis came in
ghy
Is She marricd! Is she aeqas
II has she forgotten me +? were
le questions that forced them
ives uppernrost in my mind.
| hurried on, my heart fraught
itl fears, and al lest I st0oG~on
!e threshold where / had so often
ood before. The sweet face of
did not meet my wander
g gaze; but | saw old mother
lconj preparing some broth.
! stepped forward and touched
n arm.
She turned, and as she saw my
ce the bowl fell from her grasp
Id she uttered a shrek.
"pdulo GaScoioni at last!''
"4eS, mother, at last. Where
thy daughterW
Come, and will show thee.
read lightly
She caught my arm and led ms
10 a darkened room. was left
auGing by q bed, and mother
'ntly drew the curtains:
Q God! the light Of that lovely
allan morningrtell upon the fen.
res of my Paulctto, so pale, :,
lie. She slept.
she waitcdmd sighed for t. 7c,
Onth after month, year nj er
ar, until her 4 ame could endure
) more. She Lctook her to this
ID, and here. for one year, she
IS languiShed,"
But She viii recover, now that
have come, cried, aSsuringly.
y es, please Cod
Uh, the awakening, the unclOs-
& OF those loYely eyes; the part
Z OF those pale lips, into which,
the sight Of me the blood re-
med.
] cannot describe the embrace,
e kiss, nur how rapidly she re.
vered.
Pauletta vas a woman now;
nr years had passed over her
ven ringlets, and made them
Irer, When the bloem retSrhed
the CHECKS had kissed on
onte Como, and l saw in the
III a a beauty | had n It seen in
{ girl, the cure united us in in-
soluble bonds.
| am still a painter; but my
ldio is in my private residence,
d Pauletta, my wife, always sits
side my easel, lighting up my
nvaS with her sweet face.