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taken for marquis?" inquired Mrs,

taken for marquisp" inquired Mrs.
Sherard at this point.
t.Ah, signora, there is my folly-my.
sin" And the youths tears began to
stream afresh, as he explained that the
envelope in which h- carried his cards
Giuseppe Rondini, Cuciniere' on.
them, contained also a card of his
patron, the marchese di San Florino,
who had kindly permitted him to use
his name If a reference were required.
This card he had given in mistake for
his own to Lady Angela's footman,
who in stentorian tones had announced
him by that title to a roomful of ladies
and gentlemen who were slipping
afternoon tea on the very day when
Lady Angela had received the letter
from Mrs. Hawkins about her "clever
protege."
II did not understand at first what
had happened" explained poor Gus
eppe; land when did I lacked the
courage to speak. The lady was so
kind, all the sigrorini were so good, it
was just like masquerade, and seemed
to be SO easy to be marchese in
Inghliterra. | did not mean to 90 on
in deceit, but every day made it more.
difficult to reveal the truth; and,
miladi, 'elp me-forgive me!' he con-
tinued, turning his tear-laden eyes first
to one lady and then to the other.
But | fear the English signora she be-
lieve lof her, but do not. [ am so
frightened when l think of it; and her
uncle he talk to me, and ask me of nv
famiglia,' and l know not what to doH'
ard as ne concluded, you have been
very wicked, but hope you do not
know how wrong it was, and for Lady
Angela's sake l will help you. You
must write tomorrow to her and saw
you regret you can not see her again.
but l can not write" said poor
Giuseppe and know not how to saw
it,"
How then have you replied to Lady
Angela's notes?" inquired Agnes.
Il do 60 to a man who writes letters
for Italians" was the answer. "He
lives in place where there is many of
US; they do call it Lester sguarr"
wv here do you live, and how have
you been able to dress and present So
good an appearance?" was the next in,
quiry.
''Ah!' said Gieuseppe, my uncle at
Vico he died, and left me his little
money that might travel to England
and become chef de cuisine and I
had my wages from Miladi Adkins.
who was generous like all English
ladies. Then the marchese gave me
clothes-many clothes. His son, my
foster-brother, is dead, and I wear
these!' said he as he touched his gar
ments. "But my money is nearly gone
and know not what to do. I have
been miserable ever since saw the
signora in London; felt she would re-
aQember me!'
Mrs. Sherard did not prolong the
conversation, and cautioning Giuseppe
he should plead headache to account
for his depression of spirits and woe.
BECOME appearance, the trio rejoined
the party.
The sequel is soon told. Mrs.
Sherard obtained a good situation for
Giuseppe in the house of friend in.
Yorkshire who possessed large esta b..
lishment, and thither the youth betook
himself a week or two after the memo
rable picnic, becoming light-hearted
again as soon as he found himself in
his proper sphere and once more sur
rounded by his congenial pots and
pans, while his absence was accounted
for to Lady Angela in some beauti-
fully written letters. announcing first
the ':indisposition'' and then the de-
parture for an ''appointment'' Of the
marchese, who deeply deplored his in
ability to bid adieu in person to his
''stimatissime signorini.' 1t is to be:
hoped that no freak Of fate or fortune
will send Miss Florence Smythe to the
kitchen Of Barton Towers, the York
shire mansion where Giuseppe now
Yields the frying-pan, or will ever in
troduce her to the real marchese di
San Floriano, who has enjoyed a hearty
laugh over the confession of Giuseppe
Rondini, sent him by command of Mrs.
Sherard. Miss Smythe posed during
the whole of the winter as the victim
of an unfortunate romantic attach
ment, but, according to latter accounts,
is now consoled by the attentions of
German graf with a name as long as
his beard, the possessor of vast estates
in Pomerania. -CasSeWs Magazine.