San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-05-22

Lplu III uSLoClL "Oulu Sne HOI nave neeUeu
to feel greater command of herself? She
would have changed color at the first
word. Then what would have been
thought of her?
Yet she dreamed sometimes of a mir
aCle; he ~aS the hero OF fairy tales. Her
atfianced, the husband of her choice, re-
sembled this passer by when she dreamed
of marria3e-that is, always.
Was Monteforte an Antinous, thenf
Certainly not. If it had not been for his
simplicity, his wit and his good grace,
the name with which his friends bad
gratitied him would have rendered him
ridiculous, but that he could not be.
His beauty consisted in masculine
face with strongly marked outlines; he
breathed strength, health, good humor,
and 20 years old.
When he met Teresa at the Rienzis' he
had never seen her: that is, he had not
noticed her.
Whatever others might say he did not
take seriously the emotion that caused
her to faint at that time in his arms. He
attributed this illness to the heat of the
day.
AS he lived very near the Rienzis',
MontefOrte went to the studio almost
every day in order to learn something.
The young master had taken him into
his friendship, as did all those who be-
came acquainted with this honest fellow.
The lovesick Teresa profited by this
godsend, and went also every afternoon
to see the FrenchwOman.
And that without false shame and
without scruples; for jealousy had al
ready mingled with her love, adding
fresh fuel to the already raging fire.
She wanted to distance Rosa Falcone.
The latter, she thought, must often meet
the young man at his fathers.
In which, however, she was mistaken,
exaggerating the danger.
Orlando stayed in the house so little
that he scarcely knew his father friends;
and as for the pupils, who were not very
numerous, he did not see them. His
father had never permitted himself to
be disturbed during his lessons, which
! were either gratuitouS or paid for at
very high prices.
Without any doubt Rosa would will
ingly have married this honest, hand
some fellow. She even thought of it
very frequently, but she allowed no one
to see this, and, more reserved than
Teresa, less spoiled, or, to speak plainly,
better brought up, Rosa rarely visited
the FrenChwuman, and never knew with
certainty at what moment Orlando was
To be found there.
The h,rEIi, took care to Use their in
fuence in neither direction. Young as
they We're, they already knew many
things, and said to each other that pru-
dence and equity required them to re-
main neutral. No one has Z right to
deprive a prrooHof his dream in order to
create anothers happiness.
And then Nine. de Rienzi, though alone
in this, was unconsciously getting at
tached to Teresa. This young girl moved
her by the somewhat savage depth of
her love for Orlando and by her sincere
impulse, Of friendship.
How various the sensations in cvl.itS
outwardly similar! AS Balzac has said,
The heart is full of storms" This
nervous girl was shaken by passion. ne
exhausted herself in struggling in the
void, jealous Of everything, weeping in
her efforts to awaken something in her
favor in the soul of OrlaulO, who saw
nothing or was unwilling to see any
thing
He especially shrank from the raiIlery
of his friends, or was somewhat eXasper-
ated when he saw how vain it was to
deny.
Not on his own account, but he did not
wish her to be compromised, for he did
not feel that he should ever have courage
enough to sacrifice his independence by
marrying her.
Consequently he avoided her, greatly
embarrassed, very weary of the role that
he was playing; for there was nothing
of the Don Juan in the poor Monteforte.
Teresa did not weary. She never gave
up hope of winning him. To accom-
pli5h that, what was necessary? Per-
haps to find herself alone with him at
some time. Chance came to her aid.
She learned one day that Orlando would
spend the next day in painting on the
terrace. The RenziS were to be at Naples
a portion of the day; so he would be alone.
Teresa pretended not to have heard
But the next day, toward o'clock,
she arrived with a smile upon her lips,
and she went directly upon the terrace,
where the artist was at work.
Teresa assumed most innocent air,