Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1877-10-19
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wooden. Neither did Valerie lack plying
chances and scornfhl expressions, and they
made him somewhat impatient. He did
not feel at home in this narrow circle and
these circumstances; moreover. he would
have gladly seen that people admired his
wife, and that she knew how to adapt her.
self to other people, aud how to associate
with them. He reproved her gently, he
begged her, in appearance, at least, TO in-
terest herself in the pursuits OF German
housewife but this admonition embluered
Gulja She found the manners OF the
German women, in their societies, unen-
durable. and declared she would no long
er see any one. A visitor came; she re-
ceived her with the air OF a queen, and let
her hands fall idly in her lap, without TAX
ing any part in the conversation. When
the huband and wife were alone, then in
deed. fell words OF censure and bitter re-
crimination.
Thus gradually glided intothe woman's
heart the malady OF invincible homesick-
ness.
Everything seemed cold, somber and
ipspid to her, sometimes even the loved
one. Like a veil OF fog it sank down
She became constantly more irritable.
prouder and paler; each hour bore her
farther from him, until at last, she uttered
these words: ''Let me return to my ma
tive land, If you will not. that may van
ish from your eyes"
At first this request seemed Ike de-
liverence, as the only direct way to recon-
ciiation. He was so weary OF the daily
contentious, like the pricking OF needle;
the continual complaints and alterations
hindered him in his work, aud thus he gave
his consent. more quietly than Gulla ex-
pected, so quietly, indeed, that she looked
up at him with an emotion of painful sur
prise. 1t was something like injured pride
which swelled her heart. as he answered
her: '.You are right, let us separate for
q while."
And so this serious subject was spoken
of. now and then, apparently quietly, and
it was settled, finally; mother aud daugh-
ter shall return TO Rome.
For how long timer No one had ever
ventured TO hint at this question.
Everything was decided now the sepa-
ration was inevitable; the painter said
this to himself, every moment, as. over
whelmed by remembrances, he sat in his
studio. before the picture OF his loved one.
Both would leave him, mother and child
The carriage, with the travellers, rolled
along to the nearest railroad station,
whittier Valerie accompanied them.
A hasty farewell had been spoken at
home husband and wife had forcibly re-
strained their emotions. The child now
to him. She kissed his lips again and
again. whispering with voice choked
BY tears, Papa, you must not be sad. |
4 Al 10 for In hl
happy IL shall not tell you what ii is, no
one knows, but you will enjoy it,"
What did he find. the forsaken one, as
he returned to his desolate home, and
entered the only room in whose space he
could endure this horrible stiffness and
solitude Close to the easel, stood in a
little cradle, thickly covered, the greatest
treasure of his little girl, the most pathel-
ic evidence of her tender love. Bambino,
with the light. yellow hair,-Georgiana's
ardently beloved doll. But the slken
curls on which she lay were moist, the |
color OF the rosy cheeks of the waxen be- |
ing, defaced--bv the tears OF his child
Several months had passed away many
letters had been waited over the noun
tains, and returned from the North to the
South. 1t was apparent that husband and
wife longed tor one another, eagerly and
sorrowfully, but each one was too proud
TO confess this longing, or was waiting
secretly for the confession OF the other |
Valerie worked unremittiDgly, with |
burning zeal his pictures became famous, |
but he was not satisfied. Pure sunshine
was lacking; the atmosphere of love. hap
piness and beauty, in which he had been
accustomed, hitherto, to create his inspir-
atoms. News concerning Georgiana dis
turbed him also.
''She is not sick she is as affectionate |
and pleasant as ever" Guilia wrote, "but
she is pale. and has forgotten how to play. |
have bought the incest dolls for her. |
They lie still and are covered with dust
she does not touch them. We talk of you |
when we are together, mad we are
always tgether. She wishes | shall
write to you, that she is well and
happy, and is waiting for papa. He said
l must not long for him, must only en-
JOY him in anticipation = she adds always
Very often we sit on the bank, under
the pine trees. and then, Georgiana tells
me your wonderful German stories, which
i understand now better than formerly.
But it was better still when you told
them to her. yourself, in that place SO she
thinks. and-so thinks also