Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-07-08
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"Well, Hugo" said Luigi, with
saddened air, " tomorrow, you quit us;
tomorrow you leave the village, and
the saints alone know if we shall ever
meet again."
"Meet again, Luigi? and why not
You will come and see me. L shall
sometimes come here. We shall see
one another often-very often.
"Yes-see one another! But you
will only be to me as the ghost of a
dead friend p
'sThe ghost of friend Can l ever
forget Luigi my earliest playmate
the brother of my heart, though not
of my blood? Trust me, I shall ever
love you"
GA monk love "a monk has neither
parents nor friends?"
emo: he loves, with an equal affec
ton, all mankind p
"Ay-and only with all must Luigi
take his share. Farewell, and the Vlr-
gin bless you," and Luigi turned away
with illconcealed emotion, and endeav-
ored to proceed with his work. Hugo
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-hitherto
Luigi, although he had known and
conceded to the superiority of Hugo,
yet felt proud Of the excellence that
had cast it's 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,
Luigi?" asked Hugo.
GA pear tree-and it is said to be OF
a rare kind"
"Stay let me help YOU" reioined
Hugo, and, approaching Luigi, he as
sisted him in planting the young shrub,
for it was little more. Whilst thus en-
ployed they uttered not word each
drew a 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 in those reveries more de-
licious, though often as equally vain, as
the vision of the night-that he could
forego all temporal pomp, all spiritual
domination, rather than wound the
honest heart beside him. For a 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
water 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; I shall be
planted in the church, Luigi-in that
soil, rich with the flesh and blood of
saints-heaven may rain its dews upon
me, and I may put forth glorious fruit,
and, Luigi, (the voice of the speaker
became slightly tremulous), these
hopes may be melancholy mockery of
nv fate-for I may perish unknown,
unhonored, unregreted. [ know not
how to account for it; my mind is pos
sessed by sudden superstition. [ feel
and it is an odd, perhaps an unchris-
tian fancy-that this tree will be the
symbol of my destiny; if it flourish |
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 kings-I give
my solemn word that you shall be to
me the same Luigi, the same Hugo: !"
Luigi crashed the hand of the speak
err" 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, titled his
ground, and propped his vines, and
saw u1o 1uooy OIoPA1AS 'OA..
around him-whilst he enjoyed that
great gift of paradise, ca country
life" and lived in an atmosphere of Sc
renity and sweetness, Hugo was toiling
through the devious paths of church
craft, childless man. He was poll
tician and priest-then, more than
ever, twin-fowers upon one stalk-he
had advanced in 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, to
dare all dangers, to hold al toll as
naught.
And Luigi lived on and became an
old man. His children's children frol-
licked under the shadow of the pear
tree, which shot up and spread out as
though some spirit were especially
charged to tend it.
CHA" cried Luigi, "'tis a rare
crop as two of his grandchildren
perched in the boughs, plucked the
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