The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1890-08-08

lnduigent with years.
Then, turning to the sculptor:
"And now, about NJ. Monteforte."
"Ah! yes," exclaimed Peraldi, his face
beaming with sympathetic smile, "the
handsome Orlando!'
''lt is very embarrassing, that name,"
remarked the Frenchwoman.
"TIe is never called anything else;
many people do not even know his fam
lily name. He is beginning life; 26 years
old, think. But he will never accom-
plish anything; he dreams his work,
lives it, and sings it. Think of planting
this exuberant fellow, who spends his
nights bawling at the stars, before an
easel. Taught by his father, the famous
baritone, this painter sings like Orpheus,
without Tyre. Happy without effort,
charming without conceit, simple and
careless. he is so Indifferent that he does
not understand that he might scale the
most difficult heights of happiness if he
would take the trouble 10 attempt glo-
rious conquests."
He stopped, and then continued with
q smile:
Aho w SOu AuOW AOW
of nature will end?'
"How?"
"He will marry Teresa, that homely
bourgeoise who tainted just now in his
arms and whom he called spider. The
handsome Orlando will be smothered un-
der the extinguisher of everyday life
with cross and jealous woman"
"Oh! M. Peraldi, how can you think
SO? Never will this young man love that
disagreeable person, and her fortune is
too small to tempt man who is nothing
if not disinterested."
''Monteforte is even more disinterested
than you think, madame. He will marry
Teresa out of weakness, out of pity for
the passion which is destined to torture
the poor girl; he will have all the disad-
vantages of u man who has married for
money without any of the benefits"
"Amen! concluded Billiard Cue, phil
osophicaly. "Moral: we should never
abandon our liberty for pittance. And
yet 1 do not share your opinion. Why
should not the handsome Orlando (Sig-
nor Monteforte, what namely marry
that pretty person, his fathers pupil,
Rosa Falcone?"
"Simply because that would be wis
dom. Our friend will never attempt the
conquest of woman; Teresa will at
tempt to conquer him, and you will see
how energetically! 1t is destiny and
cannot be avoided"
''Let us be resigned" said Billiard
Cue, gravely.
Then he stretched out his right arm
and lowered his hand towards the
ground; the other arm, lifted, made q
rotary movement, and the legs followed
in successive somersaults, describing inn
mense circles.
'What has got into your asked Nine.
de Rienzi, in voice cut off by the con-
cluding explosion of her gayety.
81 was feeling of myself" answered
Billiard Cue. "Ah! my children, in
listening to you did not know where I
was. You are half a century behind the
age. Oh! great art, passion, astonishing
men! Pure romanticism. All we'll
enough for women. But for us, you see,
my friends, it will not do Good night,
madame; good evening, Peppino. Pc
raldi, let us be OFF,
In the street the Frenchman continued
his eloquent discourse:
"Ah!" said he, sit is easy to see that
we are walking over the city of Hercu-
laneum. Centuries have passed; Vesu-
vius has thrown fire and flames over
these palaces, these people, this old trum-
perry of the past. And here we are be-
ginning them again! No! what want
is to dance wild quadrilles and take the
stiffness out of my arms, legs and ideas!
Peraldi, do not restrain me; let me de-
throne the gods!'
And his vibrating and juvenile voice
rang out in a peal of irony over the fields
and through the silent night the refrain
of LA Belle Helene:"
See the king Barbu is advancing,
Blu is advancing,
Blu is advancing!