, 1874-06-28

But it should feel that Italy Was my trus
labor-held Rome my home, to lift my brethren
my work, If we're convinced that here could
do the most good. should not give up America.
Tlches' riches learning, I freedom Of thought and life, =
home, Wlfe?" Margaret heard :Se mAns
deep oreaths grow quicker, ard her heart soen1-
ed to stand still aa she said at would bo
brave" And right and true =. asked.
s. And right and true, +" she ansve cred
He took her hand to say good-by, ssHere il
the picture promised to show you" said she.
sunbeam fell through the door, aud over her
face and band, as she held it toward him. Il
was q picture Of a bird With wings spread, nvinc
upward; but below among the rocks lay the
broken nest "Can von read it." said Mar
garet. They shau mount up with wings a.
eagles-"
Margaret waited to tell her brother OF the d.
pers until she heard from the young monk but
three days xfter, as she was sitting in her room,
looking, it must be confessed at these same pa
pers, she was startled BY the hasty entrance Of
her sister, who asked: "What have you here ?"
She was a trif1s annoyed, and told her story with
"Au nonsense" said her brother, whom ho
t'nowAS71n NONSENSE;
ne must not lot Margaret fall in love with
monk" 'Or be converted e.he:." said hia
wife. sob, Edward" So Edward and sha
called the culprit to Account, aud played elder
brother and sister in worry stern manner. Her
silence had looked like deceit her proud quiet
ness under their words seemed like scornful OBJ
stinacy; and Mr. Haughton grow really very
angry. "Let me seo those papers," he sald. ID
i tauuting, SUSPICIOUS tone- She brought them
hastily. "Rcad then1," she said, "if you would
know how unjustly you are blaming braye, ho-
" man." "Hoy!" shrieked Mrs. Haughton, in
new horror. "Oh, Edward!" Edward. with
7isions OF nun-siAter aud monk-brother, took
the Little packet. with its woight OF struggles
and resolves, aud tossed it lightly into The ire,
Then Margaret spoke bitter, scorching words for
moment. They had their revenge for I'll that,
The next morning trunks we're packed, business
Mai gaIpt was helpless. Tho Frate Fi11ppo would
think hor falth1ess,-his labored work all lost
What could she tell him, and how could she find
chance to write 10 hin2 She would be aua-
pected. watched hourly.
Still Margaret WAS young. There Was daring
yet in her that felt it could su1mount all dilh-
culties, and the fire OF hope burned in her ewes
as she stood in the doorway, to take regretfully
her last yiew Of Rome. Such \ blue, soft ali,
we're sweetened by distant chanting. 4 process
hion appeared. 4 crosa III front Na3 dIaped in
black, and the priests
WERE BEARING 1 COFFIN.
As they came nearer, Margaret saw that the
monks belonged to the Franciscan o1dor, and shs
looked earnestly forward to catch q glimpse OF
her friend. following the body-tAe monk, per-
haps, whom he had tended with such caEe-so
the grave. She looked at each face, but he was
not there. as the boys whom he had taught
passed, one OF them-the Bamo who had brought
her the uoto-turned towards her with tear In
his eye. "Yho il It }" asked passing Cappu-
chino Of the child. And the Toy replied. in soft
dlBtinct Italian:
"1L FaA1E Fu1pPo." GALAXY for July.