The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1885-04-08
THE FLORIDA AGR1CULTURIsT.

; travels through your fair land to see and
praise all that is beautiful in nature and
art I If our praise offends we apologize. >
| The man scowled, hardly knowing
whether my friend was in jest or in earn,
est.
II we have done wrong will the Sig
nor convey our apologies to the. lady:
His wife, or shall | say his daughter p
AS the man was young, the last question
was sarcastic.
"She is neither" he raped out.
Kenyon bowed. TIA a ETfY1(-A T1
F" Ah, then a friend Let mecongratu-
late the Siguor, and also Congratulate
him on his proficiency in our language. .
The man was growing puzzled Ken
yon spoke so pleasantly and naturally.
81 have spent many years in England, y
he said, shortly.
Many years should scarcely have
thought so, as the Signor has not picked
up that English popularity which is far
more important than accent OF idiom.''
Kenyon paused and looked into the
mans face SO innocently and inquiringly
that he fell into the trap
And pray what may that beH' he
asked.
"To mind ones own business, said
Kenyon, shortly and sharply, turning
his back to the last speaker, as if the
discussion was at an end
The tail mans face flushed with rage
I kept my eye upon him, fearing he
would make an assault upon my friend,
but he thought better of it. With q
curse he turned on his heel, and the
matter ended.
While this conversation was in pro-
gross, the old italian woman had left her
1earned-looking friend, and having re-
joined the young girl, the two went upon
their way. Our ill-conditioned italian,
after his discontinue, walked across to
the man who had been talking to the old
servant, and taking his arm went with.
him in another direction. They were
soon out of sight.
Kenyon did not propose to follow the
steps of the first couple, and |, even
had wished to do so was ashamed to,
suggest such O thing. Still, 1 am afraid
that resolution as to visiting San
Giovanni again tomorrow was forming
in my mind.
But l saw her no more How many
times l went to that church / dare not
say. Neither the fair girl nor her attend
ant crossed my path again whilst. in
Turin. We met our impertinent friend
several times in the street. and we were
honored by a dark scowl which passed
unnoticed but of that sweet girl with
the pale face and strange dark eyes we
caught no glimpse.
1t would be absurd to say had fallen
IN love with womansI had seen only for
few minutes to whom / had never
spoken-whose name and abode were
unknown to me but must confess that
SO far as looks went, i was more inter
ested in this girl than in any one l had
ever seen. Beautifulas she was, could
scarcely say why " this attraction or
fascination nae met many, many
beautiful women. Yet fOn the SENDER
chance OF seeing this one again L ling
cred on in Turin until Kenyon my good
tempered friends patience was quite
exhausted until he declared, that unless
alone. At last / gave III. Ten days had
passed by without the chance encounter
I was waiting for. We folded uD our
tents and started for fresh scenes.
From Turin we went southwards-
Genoa, Florence, Rome and Naples, and
other minor places then we went across
to Sicily, and at Palermo, according to
arrangement, were received on board q
yacht belonging to another friend. We
had taken our Journey easily; staying as
long as it suited us In each town we
visited, so that by the time the yacht had
finished her cruise and borne us back to
England, the Summer was nearly over.
Many and many time since leaving
Turin I had thought of the girl had
seen at San Giovanni thought of her so
often that l laughed at myself for my
folly. Until now l had carried in my
mind for so long period the remem-
brance of woman s face. There must,
for me, have been Something strangely
bewitching in her style of beauty. 1
recalled every feature I-could, had I
been an artist, have painted her portrait
from memory Laugh at my folly as [
would, I could not conceal from myself
that short as the time was during which
i had seen her, the impression made upon
me was growing stronger each day,
instead of fainter. Iblamed myself for
leaving Turin before had met her again
even if for that purpose it had been
necessary to linger there for months.
MY feeling was that by quitting the place
l had lost a chance which comes to man
but once in lifetime
Kenyon and / parted in London. He
was going to Scotland after grouse, I
had not yet quite settled my Autumn
plans, so resolved to stay, at any rate, for
q few days, in town.
Was it chance or was it fate? The
first morning after my arrival in London,
business led me to Regent street. i was
walking slowly down the broad thorough
fare, but my thoughts were far away. |
was trying to argue away an insane1ong-
ing which was in my mind-a longing to
return at once to Turin. was thinking
of the dim church and the fair young
face 1 saw three monthsa ago. Then as III
my minds eye saw that girl and her
old attendant in church, / looked up,
and here in the heart of London they
stood before mel