The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-11-26

"We'll see."
Then he lounged about town for days,
making acquaintance among the nobili-
ty. Counts and marquises in plenty he
came to know, for Thorn was only pleas
ing Bohemian fancy by lodging in an
old palace, and could afford to stand
dinners for even the hungriest mobiles in
Italy. But no luck. Invariably he
found the Countess Comparini map
proachable, frequenting small circle,
but not inclined to foreign society.
Sometimes he saw her piquant little
face on the Pincian, as she drove alone
in an open carriage, and then he went
home and laid the maddest schemes.
He even knocked some mortar out of
the solid wall in his apartment, and told
Giuseppe that he required, as tenant,
to see the countess about some repairs.
"The signore will 60 to the agent on
the Corso," said Giuseppe.
At last Thorn became horribly Jealous
of this old porter, who was sure of a
smile and pleasant word, or perhaps q
little confidential talk, as the countess
would come in from her drive. Gloom
lily bordering Giuseppe's good fortune,
an idea struck the American. TIE
countess was out. Giuseppe was some
thing of connoisseur in wines. Now
| Thorn had certain flask containing q
certain liquid that might easily be called
American wine. Giuseppe, without
much persuasion, swallowed good pint
of whisky straight, and swore it was
better than Montepulciano. Soon he
lay senseless in the court yard, and
then Thorn coolly sauntered into the
street waiting for the countess car
riage. Before long it came, and he
lounged discreetly in the porte cochere.
"Giuseppe" called the countess, in
that cooling way that always set Thorn
wishing to be an old serving-man. Then
seeing the mans PROSTATE form, she
gave little cry, and going to him in
sweet womanly fashion, turned up his
rough face, and said, ooh, the poor
Giuseppe is ill-Teresa!" This last to
her maid, who might have heard through
one OF the open windows, but did not
Teresa, help me. Poor Giuseppe r.
This was Thorn's time. Advancing.
he said: pardon me, signora, but
have little skill. I can help the
man."
care you doctor, signore2 I Thought
you were "a"
"a painter" said Thorn, secretly
exulting that she had thought of him at
all. $50 I am, but so poor one that
I've wit enough outside my own craft
to treat simple case like this"
"Oh, he is an old and faithful SER
want"
"Leave him to me, and in short
time I will let you know his condition"
said Thorn, formally.
| Reluctantly she went. Thorn moved
the man inside, and in five minutes met
the countess anxious face at the door
of her own salon. Be sure Giuseppe's
recovery was delayed be sure that only
Teresa, the maid, who did not under
stand the symptoms, was allowed to
approach him j.; and be very sure that
bulletins were conveyed every few
minutes to the countess by tireless
messenger. During the evening the
invalid became conscious. Then Mr..
Worthington Thorn, with every claim
to gratitude, with year of formal &C :.
quaintance, frar chised at one lucky
bound, reposed his six feet of American
pluck and expedient on an ancient
Comparini sofa, and secretly laid down
before the lady's dainty little slippers
all his honest New England heart.
Now Giuseppe, too, was indebted to
Tho1n for not mentioning the nature of
his illness, and obeying the order to re-
main indisposed for several days.
Several days! why, they were more
like several weeks, so common had it
grown for the countess to say, GA
riverderla, Signor Torn"
"Tnorn, if you please, signora.'
Then, " th violent exertion to full
fill the IS of enunciating "th," the
trouble % pe combination would soLe-
how SIP away in a laugh, and the
countess would say, blushing and look
ing very lovely indeed, "Ah! I can
never say that foreign name of yours. "
TRY my first Observation-Disclosures"
"Vortinton. Is that right?'
whatever you say is right"
"Ah! your italian improves. You
can make compliments already"
n truth, Thorn got on wonderfully
II Ian. With so much practice, no
W, err. Not only ha6 he much to v
on his own account, but the countess
was unsuitable in her curiosity about
his home and the ways of the American
people.
"How strange and how foreign All
an italian could never like such things
kshe would exclaim.
"Then you do not like anything
foreign, countess !"
A little shrug for answer, and little
elevation of the eyebrows, that might
mean polite reluctance to offend, and
might mean bashful hesitancy to speak
flattering truth.
"And do women speak, the countess
asked, sin public in America ?"
sob, yes; that's common"
"And their husbands, whist do they
say?'
"That if woman has ideas or opin-
ions, she has a right to express them"
can italian wouldn't like that. And
how about woman's dowry?"
"Most women marry without any"
"Ita,ians wouldn't like that, laughed
the countess.
uRut If wife has nronertv = &c