The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1874-07-18

take his share. Farewell. and the Viz
gin bless you, and Luigi turned away
with lllconcealed emotion, and endeav.
ored to proceed with his work. Hnoo
was likewise sensibly affected by The
sincere passion of his friend And let
not the reader too hastily condemn the
scene as weak and puerile-htherto
Luigi, although he had known and
conceded to the superiority of Hugo.
yet felt proud of the excellence that
had cast its favor upon himself. He
now saw in it the cause of separation
he now felt that he was the humble
Luigi, and the gardener, destined to
eat from his daily toll, and that Hugo.
his earliest and choicest friend, was to
be severed from him to pursue path.
it might be, of glory and renown. Luigi
continued at his work.
What are you going to plant there,
Luigly' asked Hugo
" A pear tree-and it is said to be of
q rare kind "
Stay let me help you" reioined
Hugo, and, approaching Luigi, he as
sisted him in planting the young shrub,
for 1t was little more. Whilst thus en-
ployed they uttered not word-each
drew sombre picture of the future,
and for the time Hugo felt that he
could give up all hopes of the power
and splendor promised to him in his
dreams, and III those reveries more de
licious, though often us equally vain, as
the vision of the nieht-that he could
forego all temporal pomp, all spiritual
domination, rather than wound the
honest heart beside him For mo-
ment the genius of the place seemed to
ask him-"Why not abide here ia the
home of thy father-why not rest with
us, and get thy food from the earth
why pant for the commerce of the
world, as the heart panteth after the
brooks p" Ere the young tree
stood supported by the earth, this feel
ing had subsidized, as it had never risen
and Hugo stood again about to say
farewell to Luigi, who looked at him
with look of mingled sorrow and dis
| trust.
"Thus stands your friend; | shall be
planted in the church, Lugi-in that
soil, rich with the flesh and blood of
saints-heaven may rain its dews upon
me, and [ may put forth glorious fruit,
and, Luigi, (the voice of the speaker
became slightly tremulous), these
hopes may be a melancholy mockery of
my fate-for | may perish unknown,
unhonored, unregreted. / know not
how to account for it; my mind is pos
sessed by 2 sudden superstition. | feel
and it is an odd, perhaps an llnchris-
tan fancy-that this tree will be the
symbol of my destiny; if it flourish l
shall prosper; if it fades Hugo will
decay to. But, however it may be,
Luigi, the hearts of our youth shall, in
their friendship, be the hearts of our
old age And, though we shall meet,
yes, often meet, yet here | promise,
that there Is no time so distant no
state so high, that even though, parting
here as youths, we never meet but as
gray headed men-that here, embrac-
ing in this humble garden, we next en-
countered in the halls of kin9s-I give
my solemn word that You shall be to
me the same Luigi, | the same Hugo.
Luigi CRASHED the hand of the speak
er-" Heaven prosper you, Hugo, and
forget not your friends. Remember
the pear tree.
Hugo quilted his paternal home
years passed on, and whilst Luigi, a
happy and contented man, TILED his
ground. and prorped his vines. and
saw his ruddy offspring hourishinq
around him-whllst he enjoyed that
great gift of paradise, "a country
life" and lived in an atmosphere of Sc
renity and sweetness, Hugo was toilinc
through the devious paths of church
craft, childless man. He was a poll
tician and priest-then, more than
ever, twin flowers upon one stalk-hs
had advanced i'll dignity, and had al
most within his grasp that bright
reality. the shadow of which had shone
like a star upon his tide of life, and
tempted him to ford all streams, tC
dare all dangers, to hold all toll as
naught
And Luigi lived on and became an
old man His childrens children frol
licked under the shadow of the pea,
tree, which shot up and spread ont as
though some spirit were especially
charged to tend IT.
"Ha," cried Luigi, "'tis rare
crop as two Of his grandchildren
perched IN the boughs, plucked the
fruit and threw it into the laps OF their
little sister, who piled it III two large
baskets
cts rare crop" repeated Luigi,
"and if Hugo bear half as much, there
are few richer among the brotherhood.
He SAID, as this tree fourished, 50
should he prosper; he was a true
prophet; though tbs well he LETT some
thing behind to inform me of his in
crea3ing greatness-it seems | should
never have known il from himself .
Hugo had, shortly after his departure
forgotten his friend, who, however,
continued to tread the same humble.
happy path in which he had at first set
out. He had had nothing to disquiet
| him, no losses, no family affections
the dove. Peace, had always nestled i'll
his cot-and it was not until the old
man was bending downward to the
grave that misfortune threatened his
maidstone
A man of high berth and immense
wealth had built magnificent palazzo
IN the neighborhood of Luigi's cottage.
| This man was connected by marriage
with the family of Hugo. He was
purse proud and despotic, making of
| his gold a sword against the poor. One
| day, it was his arrogant whlm that the
cottage of the gardner interfered with
| the beauty of the prospect from tue
piazzo. 1t was almost instantly con-
veyed to Luigi, that he must seek
another abode, as the land Oh which the
house was built, together with the gar
dens, belonging to his potent ne1ghbor,