The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1876-05-25

Teresa laughed Gioyanetla would pay
II she could 90 In my place, said she.--
There are too many ready and willing to
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Let them 90, tbenl responded Lionel
eagerly.
The siguore forgeis we must have
money, returned Teresa.
Scarcely thinking Of what be wss do.
ing Lionel had poured out the contents
Of full purse Of English gold upon The
table. The quick ear OF Tomaso caught
the sound; he stretched out his hand as
tito clutch the ringing coin, but Teresa
sprang bctween, turning a tlashing face
| upon Lionel.
We are not beggarsl she exclaimed; !
work for my bread.
win you not let me help you2 asked
Lionel in a low tone.
You cannot, she replied in an equally
low voice; aud the flash died out Of her
face, for Lione's tone was very humble,
aud his eyes had spoken something TO
her that her heart answered. She gath
cred the money together and put It into
his hands.
II must not be, she said, as he sorrow
fully departed,
Thou art fool, child said Temaso
Cecch, when Lionel was out Of hearing.
These English know not what to do with
their gold, aud we should have been all
the better for t.
Slowly plodded the large, gray oxen
the plains of the Campagna; iazily saun
tered the drivers at their side. Here and
there one heard the sounds of merriment;
there again were silent toiers; here
worn ont laborers who had crept into the
shade and fallen asleep, aud above
stretched the blue heavens, still and
cloudess, over the gray and purple
sweeps OF far-oG landscape, with here
and there patch OF sun gut wafer. Il
All this Lionel saw, for he had obtaineH
a lodging in one of the large stone farm
houses, since money will obtain anything,
and the fair, delicate-looking generous
Englishman was popular among the poor
Italian peasants.
Teresa knew that he was there, but
she avoided him; and he, seeing this,
only watched her from distance, and
gave no token that she was moro TO him
than any other laborer on the vast plains.
lie had seen Tomaso and his wife before
he had followed to the Campagns, and
they were amply provided for during
their daughters absence
Lionel Morton had fallen in love, and
be 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 the
third; and that she should be II possible
was the fourth. Yet how TO proceed was
the difficulty; he felt, with all the keen
sensliyeness Of an Engishman to absurd
situations, that he was somewhpt absurd
ly placed at the present moment; for
Teresa, calmnly pursuing her work, gave
him no opportunity OF addressing her
without bringing the eyes of the multi
tude upon himself and the handsome
maiden.
".
Teresa was the one to break the si- 4
Ience. She feared the pestiental breath |
that comes with the chill blasts and
dews after the buring heat OF the day
might take effect on Lionel Merton. She
noted lsssitnde aud feverisbness, which |
he imputed to his state OF mind, and sud
denly she appeared before him.
Signore, you must flee from hence or
you will die.
And you will have killed tne, Teresa.
Mo- II is the poisonous mists Of the
Campsgna.
What brought me hither to breathe
themY asked Lionel abruptly.
The signore forgets that begged him
not to think Of so rash scheme, replied
Teresa, evading the question. For me
who am accustomed TO the changes il IL
safe; for the signore il is death, and he
must go?
Whitherl
Back 10 Frascat, If he so wills IL; or 1
better, perhaps, away from Italy.
cannot live away from Italy; it Il my (
life, my hope aud here ! can study art .
and make myself home. Here can be
nappy, and Of you send me away
have told the signofe that am not .
fitted for hi. wife. Besides, my duty Is
to my parents must tend them uuiil /
they die.
Yet YOU leave them nowf
Oniy for their benefit.
Ii would benefit them more IL You /
were my wife,
Bot Teresa shook her head mourniulIy. 1
Non c possible, she said, decidedly.
Yet you love me, Teresa
Yes, sali she with emotion; bat !
must do my daly have made vow
not to marry 30 long a. my pArents
live.
1t Il foolish vow, said Lionel.
II ia nevertheless vow, she replied /
Armiy. -iguore, yon must 20. Addlo,
aldo.
Dot as she spoke suddsn shlvering