The Orangeburg news. [volume] (Orangeburg, S.C.) 1867-1875, 1874-03-07
The Image Seller.
ny sHIRLY BROWNE.

| :, = o'oooiu oPe9hj pale
slim stripping, with great dark eyes,
and complexion stained with, the olive
OF bis native land. But he had a. pleas
ant smile. aud the, g.immer of his white
teeth from door to door was like the
wave of a friendly hand. And although
his lingual command of the language
was but small, he could understand u
deal more than. he was able to ex.
! press.
So that not nnnaturally, his brown
face flushed scarlet, ae he atood with
his tray of images at Mrs. Toptbrone s
door, and that matron screamed out to
her youngest hope, who had opened
| it: @
Ono o them dirty, thiavin' foreigners
with his niger face aud his "a rley voos
as wouldnt trust in the same rooms
where my spoons was-no, not for
nothin! Send him about his business!
Tell him we don't want mona of his
traahV #f ii.a..
And poor francesca turned away,
mortified aud detected.
1t has been long, sultry summer
day, aud as yet Francesco had sold
nothing. The imnge tray was heavy
go was Francesca Reedo's hoart,
- willi agaiu,s he hdttcred to him
AeH, in his native language. Once
and t4suB sf provemsaccessfsl,7 II vii /
sstcept my tate'! = - a7''i' q" ~
AT tho next house he paused with his
musical ory of Images = i'm ages! Please
buy my inngges!' ,s.e, uA,
a yopls'esgs gHl came to the door fresh
faced, like II daisy, with blue, pleasant
eyes. i..
On, eaauama,ts she cerisa;;a 'what
prelttyitplqs1er simliiges!! Awi RI buy,
onc!' .4
francesco's eyes b,sghseped, :. tA Ae
pleasaht 9mile oaspe back to has mouth,
as he loosed a l,tlc statpettc vl IA cAill's
figure from its abiding place
'Gelh .fghu, he uttered, holding It up
and the girl bought it.
Won't you hage a, driuk of wa.cr:.'
che said, artlessly. 'It's a warm day.
and youlook tired f;.h u Ei,a UI E
francesca smiled aud aodded.
Graz'e' ne cried; ''ohi grasie siyno
ynia-' 1's't." v m 7'f''d
= = i don't understand you,' sDid the
girl, laughing; but here is tho wa
ter .llTTOR Haa %GAaf
'Rosauaond.' said the voice of a
plump; Kindly faced matrou, who came
by just then, give the poor fellow a
psece of that cake you baked this more
ing. IN warrantlit won't come amiss
Are you hungry, my boyr
f. francesca smiled and nodded lagain,
and Rhsamond Ellis watched him, with
an amused smile, as he eagerly devour.
the home made cake and drank the cool
vptettas & s s EeslI'I39(5G543 1 AA&34
Francesca Redo shouldered his bur
de n again, an trudgea away. Mrs. Ellis
a1d her daughter, Rosamoad. forgot all
about the poor Italian wanderer in half
an hour but FFancesco,s memory was
more tenacious.
Hold 7 he said TO- himself, 'she was
like an angel, with those soft, plying
eyes. OShei bought Of me, and paid me
my prico-she gave food and drink.
Isosamond! Rosamondl She shall be
MY saint, my fair divinity! And the
name upon the,door was E.l.Li.s, Els.
Twill not forget. I am poor and friend
lless, but remember the fable of the
Lion and the Mouse. Some time may
be able to tharlk my Rosamond with the
blue eyes. 4aii tnn ~
Itwas foolish sort of day Dire am
but what else had Francesca Reedo to
amuse. himself with? =.
The.lamps along the street were light
cd, when he returned TO his dismal home
in one of the narro&est and most swarm
| ing Of the down town streets. The
landlord, q burly Neapolitau, who kept
. grocery on the lower floor, stood at the
door, in his shirt sleeves, smoking a long
clay pipe.
'Howsgoes it, my friendvj quc.hi he
francesca shook his head.
sHThsrs's a letter forrthe, Within said
Antonio, "a legal letter, with seals of
red wax, Courage, my friend perhaps