The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-05-18

Inc young man placed an eFlt itter-
probation upon her look.
How that old prude displeases mel
thought he.
And already moved by the mothers
emotion he went to Teresa's side.
1t was the first time that Orlando had
ever entered a young girls chamber, and
although not at all punetilious by nature
he could not help feeling a certain tim
idity, accompanied by sadness.
The room was light, simple and gay.
\ The window was furnished with long
curtains Of Imitation lace, over which
fell blue damask draperies. The brass
bedstead and its large canopy were pro
] vided with similar danask. Through
the open work embroidery Of a white
coverlet could be seen a silk quilt Of the
same shade Of blue as the hangings. The
| furniture consisted of q wardrobe with
three doors, an arm chair, two smaller
chairs, and a little work table. A con-
sole attracted the young mans attention.
The pink lamp, indispensable in every
Neapolitan's chamber, burned there day
and night in continual alteration be
fore an image of the Madonna, accom-
panied BY other accessory images and a
large palm leaf, consecrated and dried, a
souvenir Of Palm Sunday.
Teresa was eutfocating with happiness;
Monteforte was entirely upset The
young girls poor little body was vaguely
outlined beneath the soft quilt. In the
deliberately embroidered white pillow
was buried, blacker and thinner than
ever, her poor, ludicrous head. Above
The clothes and clenching them were her
astonishingly emaciated hands.
Monteforte tried to muster up courage
and shake off the emotion that was gain
ing ascendency over him.
What you are as sick as this, Mile.
Teresa? knew nothing at all about it,
else, You know, should have come to
inquire after you"
"Ohl yes, would you notf" said she,
gently.
Surely! met Ferucci just now
"a very worthy mani" interrupted
Teresa, in tone of happy conviction.
From him / learned that you were
suffering little, and I came straight
way"
"Ahi yes. Ali yes. You have done
well. am--oh! have been very sick,
you know, NJ. Monteforte"
And she fixed upon the sad Nine. Car
delli suppiicating look animated by an
expression of energetic will. The mother
understood the mute prayer which it con-
tanned.
nj. Monteforte, was doing something
very important / must return to my
work. Will you be good enough to ex-
cuse mep / will come back soon.
Excuse her? But was not that the
most natural thing to do? In the FIRST
place, was it not Donna Teresa that he
had come to see today?
"Ohl yes, certainly" said the sick
girl, with smile.
On the young girls invitation he had
taken chair and placed himself beside
the bed without ceremony.
Like DOCTOR" observed Mime. Car
deli.
"Oh, no. Oh, no. quickly protested
the young man. Like friend, rather.
Am not right, Donna Teresa? do not
wish to seem like a dispenser of pills and
disagreeable syrups."
This Monteforte He breathed deliver
ance from pain. He seemed to bring
happiness and health The poor child
laughed and grew animated at the very
sight of him. As Nine Cardelli. but
just now .disconsolate, looked at his open
and charming countenance, her fears
vanished; her daughter would get well
and be happy.
II will come back directly" she re-
peated.
Alone with Teresa, he again surveyed
the little chamber, and gracefully, with
his cordial smile, he said:
'.Your room is very cheerful, NADIA
moiselle. Do you stay here all day long?"
Certainly she answered, contented-
ly. Except when have to help about
the meals. For know how to do many
things, NJ. Monteforte. But not in these
days, as you see. have been very sicki
Obi SO sickl'
Monteforte drew his chair little
nearer.
$50 sick? What has been the matter
with your he inquired with tender
solcitude, and as if the illness was now
entirely over.
Teresa smiled distressingly. She an
swered with simplicity:
Sorrow
The reply was ike the cry of a wound
ed bird. Monteforte gently took the two
thin hands and pressed them in his own.
This seemed to brighten the patient and
put new life into her veins. Her lang
uishing face lit up with the bright color
of youth; in her eyes. burning with fever,
a disconsolate tenderness shone.
Come" said Orlando, in a slightly
husky voice, "you are going to tell me
about this sorrow. What! You have sor-
rows, my poor little friendg'
Teresa listened to him in ecstasy; she
would have liked to prolong this hour,
this voice, this look. this pressure of the
hands, this intoxication-to live by it, to
breathe it.
Ho continued with kindly smile that
she did not know in him, SO tender, sore
spectful, so full of protection.
Nov, Donna Teresa, feline your dear
little troubles You shall see how well
know how to console"
sob! yes" she exclaimed with intense