The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1890-05-22
The Handsome Orlando
fRoh Th. FRENCH oF OLD
ymR oHAETAL ny BENZ, H. TUCKER
looNTIHURn DAMN

"wnat Is tne matler, uraziellai' asked
Orlando, alghuy yexed,
Teresa had ralaed her head, sour and a
little angry Her Jealous instinct sus'
peoted some trlok, For that matter, she
was always Suspicious and jealous, even
without reason-a measure Of prudence
and matter Of instinct
But she had met her maiohi the daugh'
tor Of tho FORTRESS was not 10 be disoon'
certed by q wicked look
"l am bringing some flowers" she
said "They are for algnora'a paatllea,"
"What pasllleai' inquired Teresa,
"Why, tho paatllea Of tho Paris style
that slgnora makes, to be sure, retorted
Maria Grazia, delighted 10 show au-
perlorlty TO tho young gin In some other
woman,
"of the Paris style" was discoyeryl
this ugly, black creature, Teresa, did not
do things In tho Paris atyle
"lIow does ehe use thomy' asked Teresa
again,
"Why, FIRST, she plueka the leaves off,
said Grnglolla, with an important air,
"and ticn'---
"Ycs, yes, yes" interrupted Donna
Teresa haatilyl "elye nae tho baskets l
know " lat % do
Graziella wna caught In vain did she
try u phink of a ieply Tho other had
taken possehalon Of The ilowomI ahe took
of her hat, and placed q stool before her
with q plato 10 receive the petals. A
pretext for moving, for forcing tho at,
tentlon Of tho artist
She had drawn nearer 10 him, the Of
feet, moreover had completely changed
The sun was going down. red light
at te horizon, mingIng sky and sea,
threw them Into sort Of indefinite
shadow.
M, Teresa took tho petals ono by one,
meanwhile casting allolong glanoea,
They could fancy Themselves alone Ia
creation, Tho melancholy Of tho brief
twillghta Of Italy, the perfume Of tho
flowers which tho young girl was pick
Ing to plecoa, many mingled sensations
began 10 agltate tho painter A langlior
invaded him, almost u wcunoHa, some
thing like q sentiment Of tenderness.
He laid down his hrushca, rested
against the back Of hla chair, and looked
at hia companion, who now lowered her
head IN joy
Suddenly, from a Gar OIL chamber,
they heard the regular tlo'tao Of the feet
Of ohalr--a nurse cradling child to
sleep with one Of those dragging melo.
dies In which each phrase u prolonged
What u setting for declaration Of
loycl Aud the protext was thorc, near
Orlando, In tho shape Of q smtton girl
For tender sentiments, however ophe.
neral, were always on tho alert In tho
young man.
In the charm Of the hour, with the vi.
bration Of tho song In space, moved by
the Last yoluptuoua noto like alccping
sigh, he felt emotion creeping over him.
And emotion led inevitably 10 expansive
tcndernesa,
Ho took o better look vt his compOn.
ion, whose roddcncd ehool; bono0 In.
creased tho brightness OF hor black oyVa,
Montcfortc was tempted 10 speak 10 her
Of love, TO ask her hand IN marriage, 10
pledge himself, and TO embrace her
Unhapply Teresa, Ia q bic Of coquotry,
lifted her little dry hand In the air, And
the artist remembered not only was this
hand not soft aud 0upplo, but lts alcn.
dorness became exaggerated In shaking
hands, And In Orlando'a largo warm
hand-though his hand was small In
proportion 10 his ataturo-thls cmbry.
onie hand felt like plooo Of wood,
This changed the course Of his ideas,
and while Tcrcoa was watching the now
attitude Of the loyor whom sho would
have liked 10 make her allianoed and OK.
pocting something lllSo hor dream, he,
suddenly growing cold, mumurod TO
himsolfi
"Hcart, soul, passion--.thoeo arc worry
fine things, but In words, Poor girll
She hosn't enough body 20 contain her
soul"
And this time, forgeiful Of her, Mon;
teforte took up tho nurso'e song whore
she had dropped II, and sang its several
stanzas 90 the ond,
Then no arranged his tools, carried
them into tho house and came buck
gracefully 10 Teresa, thinking OF the
little thin hand that would alp into his
own.
"Good evening, Donna Tcrcaa," sald
ho, eeroncly, 81 wait no longeri II Is too
Into"
"Good evening, NJ Montofortc," val.
iantly answered tho young girl, with q
swollen heart, but q Legitimate pride
dried her tears oL vexation.
Ho went away, with his soft hat sllght.
ly inclined upon hie hoad. Outside shc
still heard his clear voleoi
Good evening, Marin Grazia,"
"Good evening" Don Orlando"
II was over. Evidently ho was colder
than marble,
Or else he was unwilling to soc, beoaueo
ho loved Rosa Falcono, Suppose thoy
were engaged
What painful thought
She put ON her hat and lowered her veil
over her poor, red eyes,
And with her imperative voice she
called the servants
"Come, Iwish TO gohomo, ,Glovannina,"
CHAPTER III,
DIR, ORLANDO BENT roR