The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1878-09-04


just come from the poor woman, and /
have had such shock! She has regain
ed consciousness, but not her senses,
which thu good trate, who watches her al
ways, tells me frequently happens
in such cases.
'.But what of that? why should it OK
cite YOU 500" / asked, quite mystified
by my wife's words
"Ah, don't know; l cannot tell you;
my hopes, my belief, have hardly taken
form yet; only come quickly with me up
to the house. o Walter, it is all so Won
derful! Come, let us get on faster; /
want to get back that you and both may
listen to Lucia Vianero's broken words,
prove their meaning, ana so clear up a
doubt that"
"What do you mean2" cried. "What
can she have said to so strangely move
you?" and I inwardly thought, %, that
1 had never consented to her holiday"
II will tell you, if you will only hurry
on as fast as you can. Signs of animation
set in about half an hour ago. and her
first words were, 'Paolo, Paolino.' l held
the boy up to her, but she took no heed
of HIM, and went on murmuring another
name over and over again so often that |
felt quite mysteriously affected. 1t
was-' But here reaching the door Of
the chalet, my wire hurried me to the
bedside. 't.
The old monk held up warning finger
as we entered; we hardly dared to
draw a breath as we listened to Lucia's
low, unconscious tones. -
"Giorgio, Giorgio MO-" she was saying
in Italian, like one who talks in dream,
never tell of our marriage; they will not
love me, they will neglect me. Hide it,
and the little one too; do not let them
see him; they would break his heart with
GOODNESS, they would not even own him!
Yes, perhaps your sister might, for she
loved you, Giorglo MIC; you have told
me So. She felt for you, and wept for
you, and knew why you went away, and
came to live in the midst of sunny skies
and beautiful pictures. All, we'll, you
can tell her if you like; she would love
Paolina for your sake. Look at him,
Giorgio. Kiss him.
Here she seemed once more to lapse in
to Inconsistencies, and the good frat
said:
''Ah, poor Lucia, her mind wanders
back to her marriage, and mingling past
and present, she speaks of what never was :;
the father never saw the child" ...
"Did you know her husband, then!" in
quired my wife IN Italian.
The faate shook his head; "On!y the
circumstances of the marriage"
Tell me what were theys" she cx-
claimed, clasping her hands in an agony
of excitement
s'Simple> very SIMPLE" said the holy
man, quite unmoved, and struggling his
ample shoulders; "a young Englishman,
an artist living in Florence, and who had
made Italy the land Of his adoption, and
Who took an italian name, fell in love
with Lucia who was his model, and mar
your coentrymen, believe" he added,
turning to me.
was bewildered; did not know in the
least what to make of all this, and have
no dovbt looked as stupidity helpless as
Ifelt.
''And then?" eagerly inquired my wife,
seMiEg the jrate's arm, and looking into
his face, after casting glance Of uelutter-
able scorn upon me.
''&He made a little home for her, and
everything promised we'll for their hap
piness, when he was taken suddenly ill,
broke blood-vessel, and died liz Lucia
arms"
EDO you know what his English name
was" here again hurriedly inquired my
wife
NV hat can you possibly want to know
that for?" I interposed in Engliah, quite
in the dark as to what she wasdriving at.
90 Walter, Walter! how stupid you
are j. she answered, throwing more and
more contempt into her words and man
ner; "does noth2ng suggestitself to youi
Cant you guess what am thinking of;
Tell me" he said again repeating her ques
'tion in Italian, end turning to the monk
tell me the English name ofLucia's has
'Eand; do you know what it wasp
Isl, Signora, Isl; but cannot reveal it
it was made knewn to me under the seal
of confession
Seeing that she was again soout to urge
the taute to graat the request, entrestcd
her to be silent, and to look after little
'Paolo, who was climbing up to his meth.
or and trying to- make her play with him
| ''Ah!' she then exclaimed, "dear little
fellow; do look at him, Walter. and then
| think of his fathers assumed Italian
name-Vianero; think what is English
equivalent meanG." ....
More bewiAdered than evex, l obeyed
her command, a1d began to tkink, while
she, once more in Italian, earnestly en-
treated the frate TO tell her the name.
''n'or mercy's sake, let me kaow." She
said. II am not asking out ofidle, curios.
] ity, but only that love and service may be
/ rendered to the memory of the d lad. ]
feelthat am on sthe point of discovery
tell me, am I not right in believing
that 'Eis name wastGeorge Blac1zway?"
The old monk started at these words, an6
SO did u; for this was the name of m
wlfe's only brother, whose death was the
piece of family sorrow referred to al
starting.
A bitof a scapegrace, with 8 strene
tusn for art, and never understood by his
father, he had gone to Rome years ago
long before I knew the family-hsd ex.
patriated himself, and, with the little
competence he possessed, had entirely
withdrawn himself from all his early
associations His sister alona az lono ~