Mohave County miner. [volume] (Mineral Park, A.T. [Ariz.]) 1882-1918, 1890-08-30

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flannel, and with serviettc round his
waist ard cap Of white paper on his
head. was. at the moment Of the ar
rival Of our party. removing the fry
iug-pan from the fire and deterously
sliding its contents TO dish held by .
iQughing girl for the purpose.
Good graciousl II Is Giusopper ex-
claimed Agnes. turning to her mother
MY dear. what do you means" In.
quired Mira. Sherard In astonishmeut.
Mrs. Smythe had fastened toward the
group engaged 10 cookery. and 80,
fortunately, did not hear the remark.
Mother" said Agness. ''it Is the
handsome little cook who used TO be at
Vico when we were In the pension.
You would have remembered him il
sou had heard him sing. We had to
ask him to leave of bringing his guitar
out TO the terrace in the evenings when
you were SO ill.,
Il recolIcet him quite WELL" said
Mrs. Si,crard, who had been attentive
~ scanning tho group
at Is dreadfulr' exclaimed Agnes.
''What wicked impostor he isi''
Hush, my dearih said her mother,
1--WE must think Of Lady Angels. II
would distress her so much II we were
% expose him. 1 will consider during
luncheon what We can do. Be silent
jor the present"
Miss Smythe beckoned 10 them. and
ehey joined Der. aud watched the
operations Of the amateur cooks. and
ooon the whole party were seated
On the grass. enjoying the al fresco
70 rcheon. and especially the unusual
addition Of the delicious ornelets. After
<rss meal was concluded the young peo-
fis rose and strolled about In the love
~ glades Of the woods, while some
clrsfeind round the marchese. who.
rsated on a NOISY mound at the foot Of
spreading beech, made q most pic
tnresque figure. with the colored rib.
bon OF his mandclinetta catching the
sunlight as he sung one Of his little
songs.
where did you meet the marchesef"
inquired Mrs. Sherard Of Lady Angela.
'.Have you known him long?"
'Oh. no." was the reply. I'VE are
20 intimate. though, that II seems as IL
be had been our friend for years. He
was introduced to me by an old friend.
Mrs. Hawkins, who met him / think,
In Naples. She wrote asking me to do
oil ] could for her protegs. She said
] should find him very clever. but she
DID not tell me he was musical
.'Wns he M old friend of hersf" pur-
sued Aifs. Sherard.
She did not tell me SO, but | think
DO must have been. for she mentioned
him as Giuseppe Rondini. and did not
sven say he was marquis. He is such
dear fellow" continued the enthu-
siastie lady, land / am not at all sur
prised that my dear Florence has DO
come attached to him."
is IA. then engaged to your niecea''
inquired Mrs. Sherard, tone OF
snxiety she could not suppress finding
Its way Into her voice.
Nc, not exactly" replied Lady
Angela. ''but he is devoted in his. at
tentions. and dear Florence confded
to me last night that she would have
no hesitation in accepting him. and !
feel sure that she loves him decply.n
Perplexed and agitated. Mrs. Sherard
did not pursue the conversation, but
determined to lose no time in carving
out the plan that had suggested itself
TO her at luncheon. She therefore
Joined the group under the beech tree.
and drawing Agnes aside. explained
10 her what she intended to do; then.
ss the music ceased aud the singer
rose, she requested he should be intro
duced 70 her. and while conversing,
drew him down = charming glade
which led to a sunmer-house overlook
Ing ths lake, and quite away from the
guests
Directly they were out Of earshot a
the party. Agnes said to him in Italian:
'Giuseppe Rondini. have you forgot
tsn the pension Siguarelli at Vico?"
They were fortunately just within
the shelter Of the little summer-house,
for the poor marchese, with a cry Of
anguish and gesture OF despair, fell
sn his knees in front Of the ladies Is be
exclaimed:
20 signora! pity ms. I am Of men
tie most unhappy"
This Behavior on the part Il the i'm
Tostor was decidedly unexpected. and.
bidding the youth rise, Mrs. Sherzrd.
In whose kind heart pity stroye with
anger, proceeded to question the ex-
cook.
How came you here pretending to
te marquis?" she said sternly.
20 signora. il has all been . mis-
take!" SAID the poor boy--ivr he was
really little more-and great tears
rolled from his large brown eyes and
Tell in heavy drops Of his clasped
hands.
'Ten us everything said Mrs.
eherard. Il am anxious to spare Lady
Angela the sorrow it would cause her
20 know how you have deceived her,
sud. II sou tell me truth. / viii try to
aelp You"
Isl, signora," said the lad. and.
striving to check his tears. he pro-
eseded 70 tell bis story, partly in
Itslian. partly in English; and. with
consider able help from his kind inter-
ioautorH, the following tale was
ellcitcd:
Milady Adkins, as Giuseppe called
her, had been much pleased with his
cooking while she staid at the pension.
AID had taken him into her own ser
wee. After some months the illness 81
a son compelled her to leave Italy for
Egypt, and she promised to aid him in
obtaining q situation as chef in En-
gland. To this end she had written 10
enlist the services Of Lady Angela. bat
very harriedly. and had only asked
help for her ''clever p0rtege. Giuseppe
Kondini." leaving him to tell his own
tale Of his capabilities and require
ments.