The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-08-24

wing huobdCHC WdAcu anu bWlctou lu-
to point at each end. and finally with
the superb tuft OF red feathers which
he wore in his hat. As to his person,
he was till and thin, with long ears
and red nose freely sprinkled with
freckles at the end.
But why did not the Jrigadiere, If he
really felt so much sympathy for her,
(and those glances were certainly e
proof of it, why did he not ask her
father for her hand in marriage?
What happiness that would be to mar.
ry brigadiere! man so highly re-
spected and used to all kinds OF hon
or; friend of the mayor, to whose
house he was often invited to dine,
and to whom was granted the honor
enjoyed by but few, of sitting on the
right hand OF the mayors wife, and
would not all the girls In town burst
with envy at seeing her upon his arm?
The day on which she learned that
it was forbidden to soldiers to marry
until after they Ind served their time,
and that not before four years would
he be free, Cencia was very sad and
shed some bitter tears.
What pity! She could not then
marry the brigadiere, and little by lit
tie she drove from her mind the MEM
DRY of the tuft of red feathers that had
made her heart palpitate SO wildly.
One day she went down to the shore
of the river, the Pictrone, which takes
its name from the little town, to do her
washing at the spring, and after hav-
ing spread the clothes to dry upon the
branches of some willow trees, she,
feeling very tired, threw herself upon
the ground to rest. Laying her head
upon an overturned olive tree, with
her hands clasped behind her neck,
and her eyes closed as If asleep, she
said:
1.-THE first one that going by comes to
kiss me, even though it were dog, l
will marry him, and if do not keep
my word may there be no salvation for
my soul"
And many of the fine young fellows
of the town passed by on their way
from the fields to their midday meal;
but no one paid any attention to Cencia,
who with her eyes partly closed saw
them file by, with their spades on their
shoulders, and their faces shining with
perspir alton. One OF them, noticing
her, said, turning to his companion:
'tOh, see! there is Cencia, she sleeps
like dormouse.
''She is dreaming OF a hush and"
replied the other one.
''Oh,n broke in maliciously third,
''of the red feathers of the brigadiere."
Aud so they went on, gossiping and
amusing themselves at her expense,
who hearing them, fairly foamed at
the mouth with rage. Until this time
she had been only pretending to sleep,
but half-hour later, overcome by
fatigue, she was asleep in fact; whilst
the July sun dartcd his rays of light
upon the ripe harvest fields. and the
crickets chirped in chorus in the null
berry trees. At this moment, a young
man, tall and of fine figure, but who's
black face indicated but little intimacy
with water, appeared at the top of
the winding path leading down to the
river. He approached softly to the
pl ce where Cencia lay, and when he
was but step away from her he
leaned over, and without any core
mony gave her rousing smack upon
the lips, She awoke with sudden
movement of fright and cast arounl
her a hasty glance. but the man with
the black face had disappeared be-
hind the bushes. Then, instinctively
she looked at the limpid waters of the
spring, and when she saw her i'm lge
reflected there she quickly covered
her face with her hands and gave
piercing shrek, she had a black
mark upon her mouth!
"Who had dared to make that mark
upon her? 1t was u joke, Of course,
but she would not allow such jokes,
and if she only knew who it was he
would pay dearly for it."
Suddenly she bethought herself
1.-The carbonate! yes, it was he, the
impertinent the impudent fellow"
"Yes, it was l." exclaimed the
young man, coming forward and plant
ing himself before her, erect and with
his arms crossed.
Cencia looked at him with an I'M
conquerable feeling of disgust, and
made very insignificant grimace,
which was but slightly encouraging
will you have me, yes or no? I
will say it three times, and il the first,
the second and the third time you say
no, I will go far, far away, where the
wind will not even bring you news of
me. viii you have me?"
sNom
THAT is once, will you have me?"
"No, no, get away"
THAT is twice." said he signing.
Think we'll, Cencla, before answer
ing the third time, for if you repent of
it some day, it will then be too late.
bella mia; / shall have married the
daughter of Pepse, the farmer, a girl
that will not say-Will you have
me?"
Cencia did not reply. but a few hours
later, Giuseppe, the carbonate, helped
her to gather up her clothes already
nice and dry, and to put them in the
basket, whilst the July sun darted his
rays upon the ripe harvest fields, and
the crickets chirped in chorus in the
mulberry trees.-Translated by An
nette E. Croker, from the Italian OF
Pasquale Martire, for Chicago Herald.
Aim.
Aim for the beautiful and bright
Aim for the good and true;
Aim as the lark scars in its fight
And flowers reach for the dew,