New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1882-06-25
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The shadows were lencthcning on the following
afternoon when Teresa leading little Angelo by TIE
hand crossed the HAT timber bridge over thr stream
AMI passing through little wood 81 HeA-t
whose twisted stems were bearded with long suvery
moss assembled the rough road which wound MP the
hillside The reapers were leaving Work, ana she
met throucs of merry coutadini coming down from
the harvest fields: and clumsy carts Euch Win
yellow sheaves. and drawn by great d0Ve-cOIOfed
oveD with mighty horns, and grand DARK ewes
As they turned a curve III the steep road AeIaiuIs
voice hailed them from above. lie hau seen them
approaching. and came to meet tAeu, Wavlng NJ. ~,
hat Angelo bounded forward. and was promptly
swung up on to his fathers shoulder.
How good of you to come, was the latters
greeting as be walked on at her side. holding the
Env On his perch with one hand ! feared you
rni6bt change your mind. and send one Of the
maids But the walk has tired you-you look pale
Ny head aches. There Is tnuhder III 'uo an
That sky threatens a storm before night he re
Joined nodding toward the west. Where Jhe sun was
sinking IN a blaze OF lurd spendor. LucAiy' lhos3
OF the wheat is carried he added setung the chlIu
on his feet as they reached the little house among
the vines II was low, whitewater Dul!dlng OF
one story with little deep-set easements and
mink led roof shaded by an Old walnut tree. ohe
looked about her dispardginely. You are lodged
like peasant. You should have had the other
house bV the river =
This is well enough-and look at the view!
can almost see the dOmes Of Florence lar away
and at sunrise the mountains yOnder LOOK - HauOe
described the hills of Paradise" Ike sun'lumlned
CoIdn' She took her seat on the bench under the
yyalnut tree and glanced over the wide IIch Land
ri.
the majestic, melancholy Apennlnes: Inc clchit
cbirped among the vines; the swallows chased
each other with shrll cries. sklmming round ana
over the cottage roof the bell OF little church
hidden among chestnut woods IN the valley
was ringing for benedlctiOn. II was all sweet pen
sive and peaceful, save Tor the threat OF coming
storm.
From this point you can take in all your posses
sions at a glance said tie steward, who had m
stalled himself on an overturned emonpot opposite
to her with the boy between his knees. IL Is a
| fair inheritance,
Too much for single woman, as my cousin
Some day you will give it n master he said,
| with grave smile, strOkIng Angeles curls though
/ | am selfish enough 10 hope that day may be dis
tant.'
What difference will it make TO you she asked,
! turning her eyes upon him tor moment and look
| ing again
| FWelI-when that event happens, suppose must
! strike my tent. You will scarcely need steward
! when you have a husband to look after your IN
True she acquiesced briefly, and was silent a
should you be sorry 10 leave the FARM she
asked after pause, examining the veins OF fallen
/ leaf.
! He looked at her half reproachfully. What a
! onestionl Where else shall | meet with such a
| home as | have had here and such friend a. l
have sfound in you,f owe you more than . can
! ever repay Teresa She shook her head with
! dubious smile he did not see how her lips quiv-
cred noI how her boo.ce heaved with the painful
! beating OF her heart. d,
Shall | prophecy your future AZ you do mine 2
! she asked lightly. You will nave home OF your
own again some day, and-a vile, lie shook
his head, looking away toward Tie noun
tains
I shall never marry again. I might If ! were
alone III the world should feel the need OF some
one 10 love. But as IL isl have my child he II
enough for NE. And drawing the little fello"
closer to him, be laid has bearded cheek on the IAN
curly bead Her face changed, every trace OF soit
! ness leaving II