The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1879-05-14

| and got q severe Snubblng or my pains.
One evening, about a week after the
catastrophe, while | was waiting for her
at a spot hard by the sanctuary where
we often sat, she came up TO me in the
most excited frame of mind. | was real
/ " alarmed had never seen her equa-
bic temperament so disturbed.
"Oh, Walter" she exclaimed, Il
have just come from the poor woman,
and | have had such shock She has
| regained consciousness, but not her
| senses. which the good frdte, who watches
her always, tells me frequently happens
| in such cases.
but what of that? why should it
excite you 50 - asked, quite mysti-
| fed by my wife's words.
''Ah, | don't know | cannot tell You ;
my hopes, my belief have hardly taken
form yet ; only come quickly with me
up to the house. Oh, Walter, it is all
so wonderful Come, let US get on
faster; want to get back that you and
| may both listen to Lucia Nianeros
broken words, prove their meaning and
so clear up doubt that"
'What do YOU mean?" | Grid "What
can she have said to so strangely move
you ?" and | inwardly thought, ooh,
that | had never consented to her
holiday !"
81 will tell you, if you will only hurry
on as fast as YOU can. Signs OF ANNA
ton set in about an hour ago, and her
first words were, 'Paolo, Paolo.' l held
the boy up to her, but she took no heed
of him, and went on murmuring anoth-
er name over and over again so often
that l felt quite mysterious affected.
1t was" But here reaching the door
of the chalet my wife hurried me to the
bedside.
The old monk held up a warning
finger as we entered we hardly dared
to draw breath as we listened to Lucia
low and unconscious tones.
"Giorgio, Giorgio-mio,' she was say
ing in Italian, like one who talks in
dream, ''never tell of our marriage; they
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 sis
ter might, for she loved you, Giorgio
milo; 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 pic
lures. All, well, you can tell her if
you like; she would love Paolino for
your sake. Look at him Giorgio. Kiss
him."
Here she seemed once more to lapse
into Inconsistencies, and the good trate
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 ?"
inquired my wife, in Italian
The frate shook his head. ''Only the
circumstances of the marriage"
Tell me, what were they?" she ex-
claimed, clasping her hands in an agony
of excitement
Simple, very simple" said the
holy man, quite unmoved, and, shrug-
ging his ample shoulders; "a young
Englishman, IN artist, living in Flor
ence, 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 married her, not an UNI
usual occurrence among your cOun-
IL DcIlCNC, llS uutlCOt, LuI W
me.
was bewildered; did not know in
the least what to make of all this, and
| have no doubt l looked as stupidity
helpless as ! felt.
And them" eagerly inquired my
wife, selling the frate's arm and looking
into his face, after casting a glance of
unutterable scorn upon me.
He made little home for her, and
everything promised well for their hap
piness, when he was taken suddenly i'll,
broke blood vessel, and died in Lucia's
arms"
do you know what his English
name was?" here again hurriedly inquir-
ed my wife
What can you possibly want to
know that for" | interposed in English,
quite in the dark as to what she was
driving at.
go Walter, Walter! how stupid you
are" she answered, throwing more and
more contempt into her words and man
ner; "does nothing suggest itself to
you? Can't you guess what | am think
ing of? Tell me, she said, again repeat
ing the question in Italian, and turning
to the monk, q tell me the English name
of Lucia's husband; do you know what
it was ~
"Si, signora, 81 but l cannot reveal
it; it was made known to me under the
seal of confession"
Seeing that she was again about to
urge the frate to grant her request, |
entreated her to be silent and to look
after little Paolo, who was climbing up
to his mother and trying to make her
play with him.
'sAh! !" she then exclaimed, g dear
little fellow; do look at him, Walter,
and then think of his fathers assumed
Italian name-Vianero; think what its
English equivalent means"
More bewildered than ever, l obeyed
her command, and began to think, while
she, once more in Italian, earnestly en-
treated the frate to tell her the, name.
For mercy's sake, let me know" she
said. g | am not asking out Of idle Gu
riosity, but only that love and service
may be rendered to the memory of the
dead. [ feel that | am on the point of
discovery; tell me, am | not right in
believing that his name was George
Blackway?"
1ut Olu HIo1h StdItcu dt lH6ec WOIuS,
and so did 1: for this was the name of
my wife's only brother, whose death was
the piece of family sorrow referred to at
starting.
A bit of scapegrace, with a strong
latent taste for art, and never under
stood by his father, he had gone to
Rome years ago-long before | knew
the family-had expatriated himself,
and, with the little competence he pos
sessed, had entirely withdrawn himself
from all his early associations. His sis
ter alone at long intervals had tidings