The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1876-07-08
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| ~ Out his nand as II to clutch
.ne ringing com, but Teresa sprang be-
| Lionel. uPou
I'VE are not beggars!' she exclaimed
II work for my bread :"
"Will you not let me help Won ~ asl,od
Lionel in low tone.
~ GU cannot, she replied in an equally
low voice; and the flash died ont of her
| race, Tor LionePs tone was very humble
ana MS eyes have spoken something 10 her
'hat her neart answered. She gathered the
money together ard put it into his hands
fully departed. 49, ~ '0'''"'
Thou art a fool, child I" said Tomaso
Oecchi, when Lionel was out of hearing
these English know not what TO do viii
tneir gold, and we should have been all the
| better for it," ~ WV
| slowly plodded the large, gray oxen over
| 'ne plans of the Campagna lallly sannter-
Gu tne orlVers at their side. Here and there
one heard the sounds of merrimeni. there
| again were silent toiers: here WORKOUT 10
borers who had crept into the shade and
fallen asleep, and above stretched the blne
beavens, still and cloudless, over the g-ov
ana purple sweeps Of far-on lardscape.
with here and there patch of sun pilt
water.
All this Lionel saw, for he had obtained
louging In one of the large stone farm
houses since money will obtain ANYTHING:
ana the fair, deicate-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 q
token mat she was more to him than snv
other laborer on the vast plains. He had
seen Tomaso and his wife before he had
followed to the Campagna, and they wer4
| amply provided for during their daughters
absence.
Lionel Merton had fallen in love. ard he
sat down and took the matter into deliber-
ate consideration. His first thought was
tnat Teresa was queen fit to be the wife
OF any man, was his second: WHY not of
himself? was the third and that size sbnu.G
be If possible, was the fourth. Yet how
to proceed was the difficulty; he felt, with
all the keen sensitiveness of an English
man to absurd situations, that he was some
what absurdly placed at the present nc
ment; Tor Teresa, calmly pursuing her
WORK, gave him no opportunity of address
ing her without bringing the eyes of the
multitude upon himself and the handsome
maiden.
Teresa was the one to break the silence.
She feared the pesliential breath that comes
with the chill blasts and heavy dews after
the burning heat of The day might take eff
feet on Lionel Merton: She noted lassi.
tude and teverishness, which he imputed TO
his state of mind, and suddenly she appear
ed before HIM.
"Signore, you must flee from hence or
you will die"
And you will have killed me. Teresa.
No; 1t is the poisonous nists of the
CamPaSna.
"Whst brought ME hither to breathe
them ?" 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 10 the changes it is
safe for the sgnore it IS death, and he
must go.
"Whither?"
Back to Frascati if he so wills it ; or
letter, perhaps, away from Italy
81 cannot live away from Italy; it is nv
life. my hope; and here can study art and
make myself home. Here can be hap
Ply, and yet you send me away"
~ have told the siRnore that ! am not
fitted for his wife. Besides, my duty is to
my parents; | must tend them unit! they
die"
you leave them now?"
"Only for their benefit"
ut would benefit them more if you were
my wife"
But Teresa shook her head mournfullv.
"Non possible" she said, decidedly.
yet you love me, Teresa?"
EYES, said she with emotion; ''but |
must do my duty. l have made vow not
to marry SO long as my parents live"
1T is foolish VOW, said Lionel.
at is nevertheless a vow,' she replied
firmly "Slgnore, you must go. Addto,
Addio'"
But as she spoke sudden shivering
seized her--the fever that she had dreaded
for Lionel had fallen upon herself.
Teresa had but few frit ndg among the
laborers Of the Campagna; but one woman
whom Lionel recognized as belonging 10
Frascali, was willing enough to undertake
the Office of nurse in consideration of the
lavish payment for IT, and 10 accompany
her home when she was cut of danger.
Then Lionel turned his steps norlhward
seeking no interview, for he knew that Te-
resa was firm in her resolution, and that it
would be an insult TO her piety and her
sense of filial duty TO attempt to shake it,
So he fastened away, hoping by constant
change and excitement to drive her image
from his heart.
He passed the frontiers, and then the cold
north winds began to blow, and he could
mt face them, and Lionel Merton learned
that his only hope of life was indeed in TIA
ly. 1t seemed almost as though Fate were
bidding him return, and so he passiyely
resigned himself and retraced ty slow
stages the way TO Frascali, delaying as he
drew nearer and nearer TO it, and yet with
every intention OF seeing Teresa once
more.
He took up his residence at the inn again
but saw nothing of Teresa; neither did he
hear Of her until upon making inquiries
fror the innkeeper, he found that inimedi-
ately upon her return from the Campagna
her parents had been taken i'll and were
now in the last stages of disease, and that
they were poorer than ever. But Lionel
shrank from intrudiDg, although he and the
old Cecchi had been very friendly
Still Teresa had a Consciousness of his
presence in the constant supplies of all
needed for the sufferers at the hands of t."
innkeeper, and she did not refuse them, for
she was almost worn out with her vigil and
perhaps regarded this unexpected assist
ance as an answer TO her prayers, and
therefore not to be flung ungratefully
aside.
And then came the end. The death an
gel closed the Old mans eyes, and the
mourner carried him TO his grave-soon to
be followed by the wife who had iourneysd
with him through the world And then