The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-05-10

coin, but Teresa sprang between, turn.
ing flashing face upon Lionel.
eve are not beggars!'' she ex-
claimed 81 work for my bread -
"Wln you not let me help you :"
asked Lionel, in low tone.
"You cannot she replied, in an
equally low voice; and the flash died
out OF her face, for Lionel's tone was
very humble, and his eyes had spoken
something to her that her heart an
swered. She gathered the money to-
gether and put it into his hands.
cit must not be- said she, as he
sorrowfully Departed
"Thou art a fool, child,' said Toma-
so Cecchi, when Lionel was out of
hearing. 'These English know not
| what to do with their gold, and we
should have been all the better for
it,"
Slowly plodded the large gray oxen
over the plains of the Campagna lazi-
ly sauntered the drivers at their side.
Here and there one heard the sounds
OF merrlment; there again were silent
tollers; here WORKOUT laborers who
had crept into the shade and fallen
asleep, and above stretched the blue
heavens, still and cloudless, over the
gray and purple sweeps of far off
landscape, with here and there patch
of srn-gilt water.
All this Lionel saw, for he had OBJ
tanned lodging in one of the large
stone tarmhouses, since money will
obtain anything; and the fair, delicate
looking, generous Englishman was
popular among the poor Italian peas
| ants.
Teresa knew that he was there, but
| she avoided him; and he seeing this.
only watched her from assistance, and
gave no token that she was more to
him than any other laborer on the vast
plains. He had seen Tomasco and his
wife before he had followed to the
Campagna. and they were amply pro-
vided for during their daughters alb
sence.
| Lionel Merton had fallen in love, and
he sat down and took the matter into
deliberate consideration. His first
thought was that Teresa was queen:
! fit to be the wife of any man was his
second; why not of himself! was his
| third; and that she should be, if posi-
BILE, was the fourth. Yet how to pro-
coed was the difficulty; he felt, with all
| the keen sensitiveness of an English
man to absurd situations, that he was
somewhat absurdly placed at the pres
| ent moment; for Teresa, calmly per.
| SnlnT hn1- J10rlr III
nifty of addressing her without bring
ing the eyes of the multitude upon him
self and the handsome maiden.
Teresa was the one to break the 81
lence: She feared the pestilential
| breath that comes with the chill blasts
and heavy dews after the heat of the
| day might take effect on Lionel Mer-
ton. She noted lassitude' and fever
ishness, which he imputed to his state
| of mind, and suddenly she appeared
| before him.
'Signore, you must fee from hence
OF you will die!'
And you will have killed me. Te-
resa.'
No; it is the poisonous mists of the
Campagna.'
| "W hat brought me hither to breathe
them = asked Lionel abruptly.
| ''The signore forgats that ! begged
! him not to think of so rash scheme,' -
replied Teresa, evading the question.
'For me who am accustomed to the
changes it is safe; for the signore it
is death, and he must co.
"Whither o.
"Back to Frascati, if he SO wills it :;
or, better, perhaps, away from Italy,
| III cannot live away from Italy; it
IS my life, my hope; and here I can
study art and make myself a home.
Here can be happy, and yet you send
me away -
81 have told the signore that I am
not fitted for his wife. Besides, my
duty is to my parents; I must tend
| them till they die
"Yet you leave them now T.
''Only for their benefit
cit would benefit them more if you
were my wife,
But Teresa shook her head mourn
fully: "Non e possible she said, de-
cidedly.
"Yet you love me, Teresa!''
eyes, said she, with emotion :;
"but l must do my duty. have made
vow not to marry SO long as my pa
rents live.''
cit is foolish VOW said Lionel.
sit is nevertheless vow.'' she re-
piled firmly. ':Signore, you must go.
Addio, addio -
But as she spoke sudden shivering
seized her-the fever that she had
dreaded for Lionel had fallen upon
herself.