Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1879-01-22

oul IL YOU use III yourself. yoUv. no
right"
,"Oh, dear me. if only those criticised
VINO were perfect themselves. what
delightful, easy.goinr world it would be,
1t seems to me, viii Maunder; that
you are always finding fault with me,
and"
You've not been used TO it. don't
see any fault in you, Betty" he added,
presently.
''Oh, there, there Will. DO be still
with your incoming. Come in and sing
tins new song with me; it needs n great
rolling bass"
And so Will would go in aud sing with
her, his voice trembling is he heard
hers; would 60 out and walk with her,
to be left Tor the next gallant that sought
her side; would be her abject slave,
waiting on her least wish and every
breath, and would get no thanks for his
pains.
why isn't 1t enough for him that |
ike him as he is?" she would say. Hes
all very well AZ Il cousin--a little too
good as a step-cousin; but i should as
soon think OF falling in love with satyr.
He's like the great Newfoundland, al
ways tumbling at your feet" And so
she would go on, while ske looked in the
glass at night and made her toilet for
sleep-the only time the little witch had
for much confidential conversation with
herself-and lightly troubled by the
parting look of his sad, ceproachful
eyes, that would return to her like a
haunting shade. IL declare if | were n
man, | would have some spirit:" and
then, very likely, she tegan singing-as
she combed out her long hair, where a
line of sparks followed the comb, and
knowing that VIII heard every word
where he sauntered up and down the
garden
III had a lover and wocing would go,
would fall on my knees ana entreat ct herr
No.
l would bend from the saddle and snatch her
slim waist,
And be OIL to my eyrie in galloping haste
"And if you did" VIII would mutter,
beneath the window, ''there'd be the
very deuce to pay
1t was when affairs were in this DOS
ture, Will pursuing, and with the van
foreground of residence in the house,
Betty retreating yet half-relenting, that
Mr.. Nalerino, the young exile, came to
FreneborO to give lessons in music
and in his native tongue. OF course, his
supposed story fired the Freneboro
heart-the feminine auricle Of it--and
all the romance of Betty's dreams rose
to meet it. AS for the young exile him
self, he was the very creature of TO-
nance; SO tall and pale, and dark and
melancholy; his immense dusky eyes
seemed full of the strange, sad memo
ries of wonderful adventure and expe-
rience in the Apprentices and on the
Campagna, and among the brigands of
the Romagna; and the light of heroic
days and nights made, as one might
say, a halo round him as he walked.
Certainly, now, it was hardly Mr.. Va
lerino's fault; he never said he was an
exile; he never said he was a patriot; he
never whispered of conspiracies among
old ruins and the catacombs; he couldn't
help being tall, pale and melancholy;
and there was no reason why he should
mention that his father had for forty
year played the piccolo in the orchestra
to take him up and make his way easy
for him, it seemed all right and natural.
After he discovered the reason, his les
sons being nearly through, and his VAN
ity too sensitive for an explanation, he
quietly left town on ending his engage
ments. But, meanwhile-this little
RettyWilmarth was frightfully beautiful.
to man who knew she was as much
forbidden to him as though she lived in
one of the fixed stars, it was very pleas
ant to receive the admiration of such a
being: he had not the strength of mind
to undeceive her; and Betty went on,
making simpleton ofherself, studying
and conyersing of such literature vas
q terra incognita to the teacher; asking
the youth unanswerable conundrums
concerning Italian history, which he
evaded, with what she deemed delicacy
of reticent modesty; and when she saw
the slender, sinuous shape OF the young
exile, and the proud, sad beauty Of his
face beside Will Maunder's hurley thews
and sinews, his bluff, commonplace
honesty of countenance, she grew inn
patient at the contrast, and wondered
at herself to think she mad once been
almost ON the point Of relenting and be-
ing kind TO VIII. /. annoyed her at
that time, even to look at Will; the
sight of him may have been d reproach
to her folly; his hearty ways offended
her-so much higher breeding there
seemed to be in the insinuating air
of the Italian; and then his affection
irritated her, for she WAS on the point
of a grand, poetic passion for an I'M
happy exile, whose consolation she was
to be. Ana thus the man who be-
longed already to her prosaic, every
day life, and would have bound her