The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1890-08-08
RISING SUM- CECIL COUNTY, MD. FRIDAY AUGUST s, $780,
PRODUCTION, which puts me quite at my
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ease, as you may judge"
The young woman burst out laughing,
80 graceful, pat and frankly gay was his
rejoinder.
He remained by her side and supplied
her with information about the people
whom she did not know.
The little Rosa Falcone, blushing with
suppressed emotion, scarcely looked at
him, for she knew him q little, the bari
tone, Salvatore Monteforte, her professor,
being the young mans father.
AS for Teresa Cardelli, she devoured
him with her eyes without any scruple,
and drank In his words.
$780," concluded Nine. de Rienzi, "all
are artists"
"All, madame" answered Orlando
Monteforte. painters. sculptors, musi-
clans, poets. Behold! The complete Tyre,
as they say in France Your servant is a
painter"
"He is very handsome"' murmured
Teresa, her eyes glowing with admira-
tion.
Rosa Falcone blushed slightly and did
not answer.
After the banquet one of the party
proposed that some one dance the taran-
tella with the aged Ferucci.
Maria Grazia was called on to dance.
The handsome Orlando Monteforte sang
the accompaniment.
Teresa Cardelli, watching him, the
handsome Orlando, as he sang, grew
pale and red by turns. An impression
able woman, music shook her nerves.
And it certainly was rare thing. Such
q realization of art was possible only
with this astonishing combination Of
events, the place, the time, the rare COM
n1union of these artistic spirits, forget
ting their weaknesses and their selves
under the influence of man of genius,
who, even without knowledge of it, either
on his part or theirs, filled the atmosphere
with generous breaths of enthusiasm.
Rosa Falcone asked for a general
dance. Teresa started, and enwrapped
her in a jealous and somber look; then
with gaze clear and profound she fixed
her eyes upon the handsome Orlando
Monteforte.
Rosa's idea was gladly welcomed.
AS the train would not leave for an
hour, there was time enough.
!, The Neapolitans improvised an orches-
ira of four voices; Del Vecchio danced
with Nine. de Rienzi, Ferucci with Nine.
de Angelic, and Monteforte started for
the pretty Rosa Falcone, who awaited
him with blushing face. She had al
ready met him at her fathers. and the
charming fellow, SO unpretentious, gay
and well endowed, seemed to please her
greatly.
He approached her. Teresa Cardelli
rose by an irresistible impulse and placed
her hand in that of the young man, as if
he came to invite her.
Monteforte made slight grimace;
Rose hlushed more deeply in her vexa-
tion. But what was to be done? The
first measures had begun; the men danced
haphazard with each other, laughing in
high spirits. In the slow voluptuous
rhythm of the waltz which these artists
sang with that sentiment of harmony SO
natural to southern races, Teresa forgot
herself in her handsome partners arms.
He turned her gracefully, no more think
ing Of her than as if she did not exist.
An unconscious virtuoso, he followed the
melody of the others and regulated his
step by their song. Suddenly his partner
weighed heavily on his arm; he tried to
sustain her, made an effort, looked at
her; the young Teresa had tainted.
The dance was interrupted; the hour
of departure was approaching; the whole
band went away as it had come, leaving
the unconscious girl to the care of the
women.
"Well, well!' said Del Vecchio, "there's
a woman in love with you. You will
marry this rich girl, Menteforte."
"What?' answered the young man, in
dignantly, "a spider?'
"Ho! no! there's not 80 much to COM
plain of; they are well off. the Cardellis."
."As if this fellow ever knew the value
of money!" remarked the illustrious Pro-
fessor Mazuccio.
"All the same, it never does one
any harm," answered somebody. "Why
shouldn't you marry Mile. Cardelli, Mon.
teforte?"
"Oh" murmured the young man, "that
thin creature? A sorceress!"
"Now that we are alone," asked Nine.
de Rienzi, "explain to me little. In the
first place, inasmuch as NJ. Ferucci is to
spend some time among us, who is NJ.
Feruccii"
Peraldi gently shook his head.
can artist" said he, ''doubled with a
bad workman, whose hand will never get
rid of its original rudeness. He is poor
and worthy. You will see him always
clean, with immaculate linen, well black
ed shoes and white hands; it seems that
he eats every day. No family; he is
founding. He talks little, sometimes
growing animated, however, when the
vision of art leads him to forget the illit.
eracy and ignorance that has caused him
bitter suffering all his life. He is brave
man, sincere, thoroughly devoted to Ri
enzi, whose glorious future he predicted"
Billiard Cue gave skeptical laugh.
ga little realism" said he. "Has your
Ferucci none but fine qualities? Is he
not something of Bohemian9"
"Oh" exclaimed Peraldi, "with US
that is not fault"
"Yes, yes, know" continued Billiard
Cue. "He is poor! Precisely! You are
all poets here. But see, has your Fe-
rucci always clear notion of thine and
mine? Behind this good nature scent
a certain shrewdness. Formerly he was
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