The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-06-01


They walked slowly beside each other,
and then went up a little street.
His wife pressed close against him, so
happy to find him again anu to admire
him. Never had she known this emo
ton; it was new and perfumed breeze
upon her love.
20 my Orlando. If you would come
back-you would see how"
He interrupted, in a voice that adj
mitted no reply:
aThat, neverl"
's0hr' she exclaimed, in a heart rend-
ing tone, 'sthen you are going to leave
me? You do not love me? What are you
going to do, husband Of miner
Why, l do not know. Join my father
at Valparaiso. You know, my voice has
returned; shall easily find employment.
Do not be troubled; shall find way out
Of the difficulty"
ITO Valparaiso she exclaimed, in
voice that was hardly distinct
A sob stoppedin her throat. And with
a face ~erious and deeply melancholy, she
said:
You speak like that of Valparaiso.
husband of mine; clearly understand.
But I, your wife, who loves you, what
do you think will become of me if you
do that?p
1t is true. The child was right; that
was something that he had not thought
of. Poor little creaturel He saw only
his regained dignity.
And this poor, loving woman's heart
he had forgotten.
81 was not talking seriously, Teresa
mine. Forget it. / do not know yet what
shall do; but fear nothing. Everybody
lives"
Husband of mine. if you would come
back
He answered seriously:
do not repeat that, Teresa. will
never return to your parents; that is
ended. If you should not understand
that, / should cease to love YOU"
Eyes. yes, I ask nothing better, and !
win understand anything you wish me
to, my dear husband. But | must ex-
plain myself. You know, am not
man; know no artist except you. How
do you expect me to know? All that you
say to me shall believe; I feel sure of
it, you see."
She put into these words so rluch
touching grace, such desire to please
him, that the artist was moved.
Then, my dear little wife. listen to
me" said he. Between US all can be
arranged, but we must live together. I
wish to remain absolute master in my
home as the head of my family. Your
father is master in your home; he is, in
his right Birds, you see, live in their
own nests.
"orlando mine" objected the young
woman, tinlidly; religion commands
us, however, to respect ard obey our
parents even when they are wrong"
''The wife should follow her husband,
Teresa. Religion says that, too, some
where.D
sob, yes, would like it very much,
as far as am. concerned. But, for this
evening, il you would come back nobody
viii be disagreeable-y win see. Later
we will do as you like"
Let us say no more about it" said
Monteforte, decisively. 1--WE will live
together only in our own home, though
it should consist of but one room, and
alone, you and /. If not, il you have not
Che courage to live on our resources
alone, remain with your parents, as l
have no right to impose privations on
you. shall love you none the less; but
have had enough of the life we have
been leading"
81 will do as you wish, you know very
well, 2 said she. Give me a little time
and you will see whether l know how to
arrange our happiness. For today
She called the servant, who was fol-
lowing them, and placing the bundle in
Orlando's hands, she said:
Here, husband of mine, there are two
shirts, collars, handkerchiefs, stockings,
fannels and napkins. Do not send any
thing to the laundry; viii come every
night to talk with you like this, and then
will take your soiled clothing 1?''
''Good little one, murmured the young
man, really moved now, 1--WE shall be
happy together. / love you well. But
Iove-you all alone"
He accompanied her to the foot Of her
street.
Teresa slowly assembled the Salita. Be-
fore her wandering eyes rose in her
memory the lofty stature, the expressive
and masculine head of this charming
husband who knew how to speak so
frankly and so tenderly sometimes, this
husband, the proudest and handsomest of
all in her eyes, and her lips again muir
INJURED:
.sThe wife should follow her husband"
Oh! how she would have liked TO fol-
low him and love him and make him
share her love, her madness.
For--he did not love her as she loved
him, alas!
The next morning the little Nine
Monteforte went out again alone; but
this time she condesceaded to explain.
II am going to church, said she
The mother and aunt approved; for