The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1872-06-06

tuuous Of mv county tbc more. But be,
fore returned to America went "a
Rome ON a farewell visit. 10 me, as to
many others, that wonderful city was The
one city OF the world 20 which 10 g1
back, again and again with ever IN.
croasing affection
The morning after arrived, ! walked
10 81 Peters to hear, ia the canon's
chapel, the music Of Pitstrina. While
listening to The chanting ! happened "a
glance up at one Of the private gallerie.
and saw there a woman, face, g
wrapt, 80 exalted, that cor the time she
looked like QUO Of Fra Angclica's angels
Ii won't DO, said my friend, Charley
Iiargraye, putting his arm into mine
when the congregation was dispensing
saw whom YOU were looking al, but shC
is even beyond your reach. She's been
the belle Of the season, rly dear fellow
aud has bad lots Of carls and counts dis
putting her smiles. Stop; here she comes
and Prince Borgia is with her, to whom
they say She is engaged.
We had by this time reached the aisle
outside As the lady passed She looked
up as if some instinct had told her she
was the subject Of our conversation FoI
one moment our eyes met. 4 thrill went
through me. Never before had known
what love was, but from that moment !
was hopelessIy lost.
Who is she2 ! stanmered, when she
and her escort passed out Of hearing.
Miss Vonberg, great heiress.
German!
No, American, though OF German de.
scent, as the name shows. The gossip oi
the last week, that she has finally made
her choice, must be true; for that was
Prince Borgia, as | said before; and only
some influential person, one OF the Pope 4
guard, as lie is, for example, could have
got a permit TO that gallery. The stately
old dame with them, too, was his mother
the other was Miss Vonberg's chaperon,
for she is an orphan. You'd have known
all this If you had been here through the
winter, as ! have been. Why, the young
English swells used to crowd to the tablt
dh0te at Miss Vonberg's hotelin the Cor.
so just TO catch a sight of her at dinner
At last she had to move to private apart.
ments in the Palazza Goldona, to avoid
being stared out of countenance.
The next day ] had an engagement
with an old diplomatic friend TO accom-,
pany him, his wife and his wifes mother
ON drive out on the Campagna. There
had been some remarkable excavations
made lately at the Scava, which he wished
me to see. So dressed, breakfasted, and
joined my friend.
We had finished our Investigations, ,and
were about to re-cnler our barouche,
when | heard shrieks and the rush OF
wheels, and, glancing up the road, saw a
carriage approaching at full gallop. In
vain the coachman tugged at the fright
ened steeds. On, on they tore, the
barouche bounding from side to side be-
hind them, threatening the lives of the
two ladies, who seemed to be the only
occupants Of the carriage, and from one
of whom came the shrieks.
1t was but the work of an instant for
me to rush forward, seize the nigh horse,
twist the bit until threw him against his
fellow, and stop the carriage with lurch
that snapped the pole and sent the coach
man reeling from his seat. In another
instant my friend had come to my aid,
the traces had been cut, and all danger
was over.
stepped to the door, hat in hand, to
assist the ladies to alight. The one near
est me, an elderly woman, whose shrieks
had rent the air fairly tumbled into my
arms, II took both my friend and myself
she was so helpless, to carry her to the
bank by the roadside, where we put her
down. Then, leaving my companion
and the ladies of the party to attend to
her, | hurried back to the barouche.
But before | could reach it the other
springing lightly out, had met
me halfway. Apparently she was as cool
and composed as if in her drawing-room
at home. As began to apologize for my
delay, she threw back her veil and smiled
revealing the face Of Miss Yonberg.
How can we thank you sufficiently she
said, in the softest, most musical Of voices.
bad given ourselves up for lost when
you rushed forward SO braYely.
Never shall forget the emphasis on
these last words, or her looks as she spoke
them. i was nothing, yet my heart
beats high and proud. Nothing more
than any other would have done.
Pardon me, she answered, | do not
think so. 1t was an even chance that the
horse would tramplo you to death, and
only heroes take such risks as that. Her
great Jnno-like eyes blazed as she uttered
these words.
How shall we ever get back to Rome?
cried the poor old lady, who had recoy-
cred from her faint never, never can
trust myself behind those horses again,
If you will accept them, the seats ofmy
friend and myself are at your service, /
said.
The distance must be four or five miles
But for my aunt could not think Of ac
.epting. She hesitated | suppose there
i no other alternative How can we
ever repay youY She gave me her hand
u parting, smiling bewitchingly.
intoxicated with happiness aud with
dreams that | soon found TO be, alas !!
hopeless ones For, calling the next day