The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-07-17
M A BEL.

WANDER .hrongh foreign lands.
For, almost at the altar, Mabel Hol
brooks lover had forsaken her, wreck.
ing the life whose promise had been 50
fair. She could not bear the pjtyjno
words and looks of those who knew hei
fate. SO begged her father 10 take he,
away till the story should be forgotten.
Nearly year had passed since thai
unhappy day, and she had found. II moi
happiness, u quiet content which WAS
almost peace. They hid been spend.
ing some days at Veschi, for Mabel
liked the almost Sabbath stiffness OF the
little place 1t rested her after the rest.
less life In the great cities which they
had visited.
One day she sat by her window when
suddenly thavs CAME a sound of music
"a violin softly playing, and the Jingle
OF a tambourine, while a clear, sweet,
childish voice sang one Of the delicious
pheasant songs" SO often heard in H.
ally. Looking out from behind the flow.
ers in her window, Mabel saw the yio-
linist, a young Italian, tall, graceful.
almost noble in his bearing; and though
his clothes were poor, and worn, and
travel-stained. his hands were white and
shapely, and the cloak which hang over
his shoulder was such AS any cavalier
might have carried. Beside him stood
young girl in the picturesque dress Of
the country, her little hands fine and
white, too-holding large ,ambourine
the lovely bright eyes raised 10 the face
OF her companion as she sang, as if in
spired by his playing.
Drawn by the sound of the music.
Mr.. Holtrook entered the room and
stood beside his daughter.
The child sings WELL" he said, and
in a moment a glittering gold coin Law
at the singers feet.
20. Paolo" she cried, STOPPING in
wonderful amazement to pick it up,
"see! it must be fairy goldr'
Not so, little one" laughed Mr.. Hol-
brook, who had come out from the inn
in time to hear her exclamation. at
is an honest English half sovereign,
which you have fairly earned by YOUR
song Come in with me, and | will
change it in Italian scudt, which will be
OF more use to you"
His accent was not very perfect
Mabel had taught him, and he was not
an apt pupil, but the young musicians
understood They felt the Kindness in
his voice, and gladly followed him into
his daughters room, where Paolo
bowed with the grace Of young prince
before Mabel.
Nina Basaldi-for that was the girls
name-in answer 10 Mr.. Holbrook's
kindly inquiries soon told all their story;
how their father (who was of noble
Florentine family, she said with proud
lifting of her pretty head) had had to
leave his home because OF enemies. and
had fed to Switzerland, where her moth
er had died when she was but baby;
how their father took care Of them and
made them SO happy till at last he SICK
ened and died from some strange, fierce
fever; how Paolo mad sold all but their
fathers violin, (and cloak, which she
wore when it was cool, for Paolo was
Sosartaifigy Of e eisgr' TO pay pay the dshtsay.d
Milan. where the dear brother hoped 70
eain ihohSy that she, Nina, might
study and become a great singer
''But now that your father is dead"
said Mr.. Holbrook TO Paolo, 'why do
you not eek your relatives3 They can
have No cause OF anger against you,
surely"
Paolo shook his head sadly, saying:
ut is the old story of the Vendetta;
and my father made me swear that |
would not let them know Of my exis-
tence even, lest | might fall a victim TO
their vengeance, and little Nina be left
alone in the world. You know the
feud is from father to son for genera
tons"
''Paolo says we shall find friends
somewhere" said Nina, with little
sigh; "but it is weary seeking, and the
road is so long"
dear Nina" said Mabel. impulsiye.
ly, her heart won by the girls simple
story, "the friends are here and the
weary road is passed. We will keep
you, will we not, papa?" and she turned
TO her father, who stood by with smil-
ing face, pleased at her interest and
animation.
"Oh, sweet ladyr' cried Nina, in an
ecstasy Of delight, "do you mean it,
truly? Shall Paolo no more have TO play
in the streets? And shall | be taught to
sing, so that | may earn money with
my voice, and make a home for him"
''Yes, yesr' nodded Mabel, in answer
to the eager questioning. Truly !
mean all that, and more"
Dear Paolo," cried Nina, "do you
hear3"
But Paolo was silent, for pride was
struggling nightly within him. lie
was no child, like Nina, TO accept every
proflered gift, but man, though scarce
twenty years had passed over his head;
and it CALLED him to receive fayors
where he could give nothing in return.
| But for Nina's sake--he had promised
father to do everything for Nina he
would not refuse what these strangers
might offer. So, when Mr. Ilolbrook,
in all seriousness, offered to place Nina
in the Conservatory at Milan, and u
assume the expense of her musical edu-
cation, Paolo accepted gratefully;
though for himself he proudly refused
all aid, nor could any entreaties alter
his decision. But at last Mr.. Holbrook
obtained for him position with an old
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