The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1872-09-12


in the Palazza Goldoua, to avoid be-
ing stared out of countcnance.
Why was it that, notwithstanding
this friendly warning, | went back to
my hotel to think of Miss Nonberg.
Was | mistaken in fancyipg that, in
passing, she had looked at me with
evident interest? All that day her
image was before me. At night ]
dreamed of her; dreamed she had
made happy, and woke to find ont
nv delusiOn, and to wish ! could
have slept ON forever, with dreams 70
bIiSs(ul.
But sleep would not como again,
Besides | had an engagement with
an old diplomatic friend to accom-
pany him, bis wife and his wlIes
mother ON drive out on the Cam
pagna. There had been sowe re-
markablo excations made lately at
the Scuya, which he wished to see.
SO | dressed, breakfastcd and joined
my friend,
We had finished our investigation,
were about to enter our barouche,
when | heard shrieks and tho rush
of wheels, and, glancing up the road,
saw carriage approaching at full
gallop. In vain the coacbman tug
ged at the freightencd steed. On,
on they tore, the barouche bounding
from side to side behind them, and
threatening the lives Of the two la
dies who seemed to be the only occu-
pants of the carriage, and from one
of whom camo the shrieks.
1t was but the work of an instant
for me to rush forward, seize the
near horse, twist the bit until |
threw him against his fellow, and
stop the carriage with II lurch that
snapped the pole and sent the coach
man reeling from his seat. In an
other instant my friend had come to
my side, the traces had been cut, anG
all danger was over.
1 stepped to the carriage to
assist the ladies to alight. The one
nearest me, an elderly woman, whose
shrieks had rent the air, fairly tn um-
bled into my arms. 1t took both
my friend and myself, she was SO
helpless, to carry her to tho bank by
the roadside, when we put Ecr 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
occupant, springing lightly out, had
met me half way. Apparent y sht
was as cool and composed as IN hel
drawing-room at dinner. AS l. be-
gan to apologize for my delay she
threw back her veil and smiled, rc-
yealing tho face of Miss NonberG.
[ felt as if | walked on air.
GLOW can we thank you sufficient
Iy?" sho said, III tho soitest, most
musical of voices. Il had given
ourselves up for lost, when you rush-
ed forward so bravoly.
Never shall | forget the emphasis
ON these last words, or her looks MS
she spoke them. 1T was nothing,
vet INV heart beat high and proud
"Nothing more than any other woulo
have done"
"Pardon me-" she answered, 81
do not thiuk SO. 1t was an even
chance that the horse would trample
YOU death, and only heroes take such
lisks rs that" Her great Juno-ilk,
eyes blazsd as she uttered these
words.
, She had stopped in her enthusi
asm. But now, as if sensible she ha'
been too frank, she colored violentl.
and moved quickly forward, saying
Excuse me, but aunt, perceive, il
calling Inc"
GLOW she'll we ever get back t.
Rome?" cried the poor old lady, wh'
had recovered from her faint.
never, never can trust myself behlno
} those horses again.
"If you will accept them, the seat
0 of my friend and myself are at you
. service" | said.
"But you will have to walk bacl
q to Rome
"That is trihe," replied.
"The distance must be four or tiv'
l miles. But for my aunt | could no
S think of accepting" She hesitated
e g suppose there is no other alterna
/ tive. How can we ever repay you =?
t She gave me her haud in parting
$ smiling bewitchingly.
The long miles back to the Late
\ ran gate seemed but II few steps,
, was so intoxicated with happiness
intoxicated with happiness, anc
, with dreams that / soon found to be
alas hopeless ones; for, calling mex
t lay at the Palazza Goldona, the frs
{ person | saw in the saloon was
t Prince Borgia, to whom Miss Won
4 berg introduced me. He had hearC
t of the event of the day before, anC
ho scowled at me as if | had inter
fered with him. Miss Nonborg her
4 self was i'll at euse. She watched tn,
t Prince anxiously-so anxiously tina
in little while | rose to 90.
think | was very angry. Mis-
vonberg was evidently engaged tc
= the Prince, and, moreover, was afraiC
!. of him. She was as different in hi
O presence from the bright, frank, en-
e thusiastic girl of the Campagna a
s it was possible to be. "Anothe.
: sacrifice to rank" 1 said, wrathfully
s "What fools our American girl
1 make of themselves You see,
:. had gone there expecting a warn