New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1885-03-22

aThen / may as well tell you that 1 KNOW one v,
them-the one who spoke of the pretty voice anu
who also wore the ulster-yery well"
aNol do you reallyi' cried Mabel. very eagerly
Helen was more than eyer mystied i Is 0 onS
will soon ge. to know something moretot MN tna nan
his coat" Life is not all art in Florence. ana
might have thought herself in England but for q
shrinking of uniforms and some Sr dSd b aHe
heads ba no sh mo heen ON the lookout oi
an English face. She believed herself to be very
rational. yet she saw no face like her dream am
Francis" and soliloquized on the folly OF the
English, who keep up their usual habits wherever
they 90. How could any one dance all the evening
after SIGHT seeing all dayf At that moment she
aFrancs. come and be introduced to Mabel
Talbot. Mabel this is another OF my ola friends lends;
| Mabel now and Helen wondered at the excitement
which lit MP the usually pale face and soft eyes:
miss Keith tells me that this IS your hrst V,sit
| Italy," said Mr.. Grantley, when Helen had iei'
Mabel summoned the courage to look up-looked
and met the very same shrewa eyes WITH tbe shock
of her surprise, came the comforting t
| that those eyes were looking mt something luee
new TO them. And indeed 1t was IA very pioa'anu
sight they looked at, but she was too full OF ner
secret thoughts to notice the evident admiration
| aOf course" she was saying to herself as he
| was one of my felow-travelers, must have seen
him without remembering it," And this practlcal
| explanation of a seemingly mysterious occurrence
restored her eauanimity. She did not let their con-
vsrs,tion rest long ON a commonplace footing, and
| very soon managed to introduce the word adven
| Tho days for adventure are over" he said
a But not for odd things" she returned, provoked
| into bOldness.
He threw back his head and laughed. "Yon are
quite right, and the oldest thing happened only
! the other day. / was a passenger IN that traln
which was stopped by the Hoods Perhaps you may
| remember about itT
| Perhaps she could! go
"Well 1 scrambled ont into the waite like every
/ n,,,,1p tnf ngn
| the inn. At the last moment. however chan.cu
| INV mind only worse luck, left my ulster IN the
lit hole of room that was TO nave occ y,
Mabel. finding it impossible not to betray some
sympathy now that she learnt that she was really
indebted to him for the ROOM as well as oy chahce
Oh. YES; but thon am accustomed to the ups
and downs of travel aud the night soon over
| "Dd YOU recover your coat easily III the morn
z At once; for tho lady who had occupied the
| point of my story few days ago looked Tor
| letter which had left the pocket OF mr. ulster
and what do you think found written at the pack
of iti' Mabel could think very well. and felt
q. Many thanks Tor the loan of the coatP ',.,.;.
| aWhat q bold creature" said Mabel, thinking
that she would rather say it Of herself than hcaI
from him. To her amazement all mirth vanished
bold p he cried, looking Indignantly Mt her
. On the contrary, | think she was very thoughtful
| and sympathetic. am sure she IS charming grL'
| q
| "Oldl" Then he smiled and looked beyond the
bright listening face as ii he saw something almost
as sweet ."No, know that she was Young. Inc
| landlord called her n Signorind -
| Everybody is called "A Signorna in Italy" said
| Mabel hastily. not all his championship having
shaken her opinion that she had done snprcmely
| silly thing. "Tho very blind beggars who stand
prOpped mp against the sunny walls oi the Lung
hrno address every woman of whom they beg as
sNo use. Miss Talbot; have a theory about the
| writer of those words and You Will not laugh me
out of it. | do not suppose that she was Young
| girl as she alone. but she was certainly new
! to travelling she would have taken the good
chances with the bad ones more phiicsoPhically."
| What description of herself, thought Mabel
| aNo nc" he went smilingy. :" / have my
ideal and shall keep to il. And, what il morc, If
she is in Florence sooner or later shall Identity
| her."
aBut You know nothing of her except her hand
| writing"
the Keiths house Mabel felt that it was quite
enough. And her heart sank within her,
".
That was not the only time that Mabel Talbot and
(! MFR. Grantiey discussed tho charming girl" who
had permitted herself such liberty with his letter
But. though he persistently stood her champion il
did not prevent his falling and very completely,
love wiSn ts was ps fresh and as
| child No day passed without his seeking Mabel
One day he overlook her carrying book from the
Mrs. ELEPHANTS Life of st. Francis" All! my
namesake," he said, taking her book from her q.
ss ySpMsT ae aasbns 'o'
lie laughed too A, he said T" That does not sound
very saintlike. But, rs it happens. have never
been called Frank in my life My dear mother dis
liked the abbreviation; and, oddly enough, at
school though my nicknames were nunberless.
Frank was not one OF them" AS ne told her ms,
Mabel felt that IL was no use saving any moro
against herself. The children had been right, and
she had found Francis after all. But was he he'
From that day she felt an absurd jealousy of that
| ideal young lady traveller More than ever did she
dread the Thought OF his discovering hcr lnentity
concealing all writing of hers and also avoided the
subject as much as possible, Helen Keith, however
who had long known his side OF the story, brought
it up one day during walk up the hills 70 Ficsole
the little Etrnscan city which overooks Florence.
sNo,' he anwered, Il have not seen the hand
writing. but | shall see IL one day. Then he had
one of his hearty laughs in which Helen could not
help joining. Mabel. on any other subject would
a know shall see il y he continued al feel IL IN
the air Don't you feel things IN the air. sometimes
Miss KoithT
Helen shivered as the fierce north wind met them
and drew shawl up To her face. hut II was chiefly
to hide smile She knew Mr.: Grantley's FEELINGS
for Mabel; also the latters ridiculous and evident
| ieaousy-a fact which could not but give him hope
How practical you are. Miss Keith. You seem tt
take delight in snubbing me-, You snuebed me-
remember. the first time l had the pleasure o.
} aDid II Then beg your pardon. won't do f
But like it," he said quickly ,a4,Pray suub me
| in your own way-a much a you like
} "If You talk of feeling a strange handwriting II
! the air warn you that shall do so.p
But | do feel it, assure you. Did you neve
| play at the game OF crying hot and cOdf Well
| | feel like that. feel near to very hot
! aThen you may be sure that this north wind vii
! he followed by u south one. sirocco always
follows Tramontana." He was however, to prove
| himself right
The very next day, when the Keiths and Mabe
returned from drive they found Francis Grantey
| awaiting their return. Mabel bad only made IA few
! steps INTO the room when she gave Suppressed