The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1884-04-19

York was written four months later.
The last letter | will translate as
literally aspossible, keeping the original
punctuation. Such neat letter. |
wonder if she dashed it of at fever
heat. or composed it carefully, biting
the pen-holder with her white GsHe
teeth, and wrinkling her pretty browi!
Ii could answer this, [ should think
that l understood the mystery.
PIAZZA D'AzEGLio.
TURIN, 4 December.
DEAR Miss PENNIMAN:-SinceI last I
wrote to you, so much has happened
that my poor brain is in quite y whirl.
am the happiest of women, the wife
of the best of men and mistress Of the
prettiest house in all Turin. Just think
a whole house! Mamma, who still
lives in an apartment, envies me, [
know. 1t is great thing to be mar
ried. Everybody treats me with re-
spect, even mamma, but l must except
nay cook, Assunta, who used to be my
nurse and who still considers me a
child and scolds me. | was mar
ried in white silk (hand embroid-
eredD and my husband gave me
pearls to wear. He is so good,
so kind! [ love him better every
day, if that.were possible. Dear uncle
married us, and then went to Africa to
rescue the heather from their darkness.
Veal pray that he may succeed in his
labOrs and that his health may hold
good. Aunt Maria went with him.
She wore her old gray silk at the we'd
tesipg, and cried all the time. [ never
saw her cry before, but suppose she
was thinking of Africa.
After the wedding, the journey! Ny
husband let me plan the route. Icould
not decide, so he helped me, and we
bought guidebooks and maps, and final
ly we made up our minds to travel
our own country. / had never
been farther south than Florence. We
visited Genoa and Pisa, and finally went
to Rome, and spent two delicious weeks
there, visiting those monuments that
history has rendered so familiar. We
both caught cold, and my husband was
i'll for two days and / nursed him, glad
to show my devotion and yet grieyed
that he should suffer. He recovered en-
tirely and we were able to proceed to
Naples, where we fingered in rapture
before that beautiful bay so often de-
scribed in prose and poetry. Then on
l thought of that terrible day
when Vesuvius overwhelmed the smi-
ling country and dealt death to men at
their labor, women with their children
in their arms. My husband bought me
some Pompeiian ornaments for mydraw-
ing room, but they were so ugly that /
was not sorry when, on arriving home,
| found that had left them in the hotel
at Naples.
At last the journey was over and we
returned to Turin. We are living in a
lovely house in the Piazza d'Azeglio.
1t is beautifully furnished, and | have
the old cook, Assunta; but / mean to
send her away, for she still treats me
like a child. In my own room 1 have
put the lovely present you left for me,
and | thank you for it thousand times.
You were so kind to me there in Flor
ence. often speak of you to my hus-
band, who joins me in hoping that you
will pay as a long visit very soon. He
wants to do everything for me, and is
the kindest, dearest of husbands.
And now 1 must end my long letter
with the hope that it finds you well and
in good spirits Think sometimes of
me, and remember that am the hap
piest woman in this great world that
the good God has given to his unworthy
servants. ANNINA BENE1rI
p S IT, ia NOT AlleSiot
Charles Du7lni9g, in atlantic Honthly.