Daily Kennebec journal., 1877-10-19
NO. 24S
Gales and Sketehes.
SEPARATION.
Translated tor the Kennebec Journal, from tho
German Of Elise Polko,
BY FANNIE Ii. Bowman.
Continued from Yesterday


Then came pictures of the Madonna;
the little Georgiana was born These pict-
ures, on account of their warmth and pur-
ity first bore his name to Germany, into
the distant Northern native land, and then
they wrote to the artist and offered to let
him paint the altar pictures of some new
ly erected churches in his native town,
and other cities, and also the fresco-dec-
Grafton of the renovated ancestral palace
OF the sovereign of his land. He accept
ed, Tor his singular manner of living gave
him hours in which he longed for the ar
omatic fragrance of the fir trees, and for
| the rustling of the oak, as well as for a
greater and nobler undertaking. He must
now work with redoubled industry,
for wife and child. that their life might
ever remain free from care. He did not
doubt. for moment, but that Guila,
with the little daughter, who had been
born in Rome, would accompany him into
the land of snow; but at the same time,
there was limid anxiety in his heart
how she would endure the changed mode
of life. and whether she would be recon-
cled TO the German women and their for
egn manners and customs. OF that ma
ton. intent on labor, the German she on
y knew the language, of which she had
learned enough since her marriage, to
make herself understood. In his mind
Valerie placed his wife beside those plain
faces OF his native land, and painful
fear seized him. This regal form did not
suit simple frame. Georgiana gave him
little anxiety; she spoke her fathers lam
guage almost as fuently as that of her
mother, her amability and affectionate
Hisn cit Uni, hn n
heart. She was his jewel, whom he pro-
tccted and watched. with whom he ioked
and laughed. whom be never sent away
for a moment.
Hen often he threw away brush and
palette, to make himself the patient slave
of his child, the foot-stool for her little
feet, the cushion for her curly head. Or
he drew her upon his knee, out of doors,
in the uncultvated garden of the palace
Spada, as he sat on the ivy-wreathed stone-
bench, under the pine tree, opposite those
palms. which, with their tulI crowns, rus.
tied over the walls, and where the gi-
ant-sized Agavas formed almost an i'm
penetrable thicket. Frequently, he sat on
that stone bench, when he told his child
German stories, and it seemed as if the
| orange and myrtle trees listened scarcely
less devotonally than the little maiden
herself. And the roses exhaled a strong
er perfume, and the orange-tlowers
CLEANED like tiny white flames. as he de-
scribed the dance OF the fairy-queen, and
her fairies, as they floated over the turf;
as he told of water-nymphs of Undine
and lluhlborn, or about the seven ravens
Then Georgana would laugh. her head
firmly pressed to his heart, and would
look, with wide open eyes. into the green
wilderness, even 10 the statue of Vents,
which, shrOuded in Il white veil, rose SO
mysterously out OF the dark green shrub
berry. AT the same time, the story-teller
glanced at the balcony-window OF the pal
ace, which looked out upon the garden.
There leaned Guilia in her indolent la
dy-like repose, flinging around her lovely
arms, in idle play, golden chain, or
string of pearls-proud remnants of the
renowned adornments of Spada. She
gave TO these stories of Valerie only
half attention, and often laughed, almost
mpassionatey, at him, the beloved
dreamer, as she called him, but considered
him so handsome III that attitude, with the
charming child in his arms. Absorbed in
thought, as usual, the old marshioness sat
in the large, cool room, and played DOM
mos with her spiritual friend.
The story OF the "Christmas-tree,
which grew out of doors in the forest, and
that shone on Christmas night, in the
splendor of countless tapers, charmed
Georgiana most Of all, and truly she found
very beautiful the little orange tree, with
its fruit. which her father brought to her
little bed, on Christmas morn; but the
Christmas tree in the German forest, she
thought, must be more beautiful, much
more.
When she saw it really, that wonderful
tree in the foreign land, and at the same
time, the great waxen doll, with the Ger
man, fair, blonde hair, then Tor week
her little heart dreamed of that sea of
light, and nothing in the world was more
precious to her than the Bambinio, on
whose brow the gleam of the Christmas
tapers had fallen.
In the foreign land, Georgiana became
The pet of young and old; she resembled
the ivy, which strikes its roots everywhere.
On the contrary, Guilia remained, in the
native land of her huband, as much a
stranger. as on the first day. People did
not understand her; they were ready to
acknowledge her beauty; but they told
singular tales OF her life as princess.
which the wife of simple painter tried
to lead. The women of the little German
city were accustomed to work, in their
way. from the wife of the bugomaster,
down to the washer r-woman,--and never
had "time," at least. so they thought; but
the proud stranger was seen at the win-
dow, every hour, generally wrapped in a
gay-colored shawl, looking down melan-
choly at the narrow market-square, that
looked exactly the same on one day as on
the next. Valerio's relations called his
wife "a queen without country" and all
greatly blamed her. When she sat In the
knitting, crotcheting and sewing circle:
"a star in the frmanent of women"
and answered question, now and then,
only softly, and with a plaintiye accent
then they shrugged their shoulders, and
called her naughty. II she laughed, she
ought to have looked sober. ii she were
sad, then they desired friendliness Of her;
did she wear woolen. she should wear silk;
did she appear in silk. they expected