Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-10-18
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exact mental service from her Could, OIL
would I, forsooth, ever expect maid-ser
want to accept the part OF queen Pool
Guilia You, the daughter OF the Mar
chioness de Spada, have, truly, dwelt only
in q ruined palace. and at times, Jared as
plainly as, when the wife OF painter; but
even then, there were marble hoors. over
which your feet glided, and each simple
Wand Law on golden plates; every day
fresh roses adorned the table service,
which was fashioned by the hand of Ben
eyenuto Cellni; in the uncultivated gar.
dan. before your window, stood palm
tree, and the palace Spada stands in Rome
Wby should she not be home-sick, the
flower of the South? A Germaa woman
would not separate herself from her hus-
band, wherever he might pitch his tent
perhaps she would die slowly by his side
Of Inconsistencies. and yet say: 1t does
not grieve me . but daughter of thu
South forsakes the loved one in order 4
live ! will and must live for you ant
Georgiana,' said Guila. 1t may be there
there are years OF work, which yet will de
tain me here; do presume 10 constrain
Guilia to remain with me In this country
uncomfortable to her? And my child. my
happy bird, my sunshine. my plaything,
my little rosy girl Can | live with
out Georgiana ? And yet, without the
mother, child is only a poor. Struggling
blossom, driven hither and thither by the
wind. / should tremble ii found her
more quiet, or paler than usual. should
not work or sleep. But she clings to me,
know, feel 1t !! She loves me. German
blood flows In her veins; it is not posi-
BILE. she cannot leave me. will not be
separated from my childw
He arose, as If inspired by strong res
olution. The distinct sound OF talking,
like the splashing OF brook, silvery
laughter. like a chime of bells, and the
tripping OF little feet interrupted Valerio's
painful soliloquy. The green curtain was
pushed BY childish hand, and head
followed the hand, a rosy face, charm
ing mnglng of cunning and affection.
and the voice of the little Georgiana cried
out:
Twill you leave me really, now papa ?
Are you stopping from your work
already Oh! that is nice OF you y
And without waiting for an answer she
ran to him and seated herself on his knee,
and clasped one arm around his neck, for
In her other she held her inseperable COM
panion, the much loved German doll, with
the staring blue eyes. 30 fif
Valerie embraced his child, for mo-
ment, as II doubling his own heart, kissed
her rich brown hair again and again, then
said suddenly with firm voice:
"Georgiana, mamma will return to the
beautiful land. where the oranges grow,
which taste SO sour to you here, and
where you can always gather roses in the
garden. She would gladly take you with
her; will you go, or stay with papa ?"
The decisive question was asked; the
strong man trembled, death-ike palor
lay on his face, he felt his breath stop in
his breast, by the wild beating OF his
heart.
Georgiana glided down from his knee.
placed herself near him, and looked ear
nestly into his face.
"Why do you not go with us"
because. have still so much to do
here. You know, was called hither, to
paint In this church. the child Jesus. and
many angels" tf.l
.'Can we not wait until you shall be
readye" s"
mo, mamma win be sick. 1t is cold
here. and not so beautiful as there. You
know it Is SO. Georgianap" "f
e ''If am with you, shall not freeze.
papa, and on the street have always a
little mantle around me ; I could wait here
until you are ready. 1t is, indeed, much
more beautiful there. where grandmamma
lives. and where the bells are always
ringing; but something still more beauti-
full grows here, papa, and that is. think
the most splendid thing in the whole
world, the Christmas tree. And under
the Christmas tree found my Bambino,
with the golden hair. We will coax NAM
ma to stay here papar' .'aA pa
1--WE must not my child. for mamma
will die. il she should remain here" he
continued gloomilv, without raising his
glance to his wife. who was leaning
against the door. o! how angry he was
with her at that moment, on account OIL
the sorrow that pierced his heart. Georg- |
lana turned pale. Intensely thoughtful
for a moment, she stood still, then she |
slowly turned her head. There stood the |
mother, her eyes full of tears and pas
sionate love directed to her child.
Mamma, mamma, do not die, " the girl
cried suddenly, with an expression OF in
finite terror. II will 60 with you. and
papa will come soon to our beautiful land. |
He will be very industrious, to get ready
speedily. Will you not, papap And will
learn to write, and then every day. you
will receive letter. in which stands -
Come quickly to us, dear papar
He waved his hand. and arose.
ut IL decided But now | say stop !'
he spoke hsrshly. MAKE your prepare
tons, so that you can depart tomorrow
or even TO day-since it must be SO. some
time only as quickly as possible /. And
now, leave me alone" n 'asb is7i.rI
The studio was empty, Valerie threw
himself into, a chair, and buried his face
In his hands. A mighty wave of thought
and membranes surged along. Pct
ures touched pictures. AT first, years before,
that careless, happy pilgrimage to Rome,
when he carried that jubilant heart of an
artist to the land OF wonders, with the
verse of Eichendorf on his lips: af
"a kingdom sunk beneath our feet
From skies, afar and near, let thee
All other kingdoms kindly greet -
f. s,,, And Italy! the greeting be" ''it
Is Then. the walking, az in a dream, over
the enchanted heaps of ruins, and under
the marvellous creations Of art the straying
Ia the garden, wildly blooming, the in
toxicating glances into the new world OF
color and light which arose suddanlv he