Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1890-08-16

| door, without word.
"Good night, Don Agostino," said
Monteforte. "It is late; am going to
bed"
"Signor, your wife awaits you in the
parlor," said the father-in-law, in cav
ernous voice.
"In the parlor!" cried the young hus-
band, ready to burst with laughter at
this unexpected declaration.
But Don Agostino's hostile attitude,
big with threats, extinguished the mad
laugh in advance.
With patient resignation he followed
the indication of his father-in-law, who
walked behind him.
What spectacle awaited him!
The mother-in-law was there, in her
day toilet, very serious, with compressed
lips.
Teresa, red, vibrating and with swollen
eyes, turned away from him.
The dried up maiden aunt, with eyes
glowing like dying embers, moved her
hands in little gestures Of indignation,
murmuring between her sharp white
| teeth: "Gesu! Gesu"
"Ten minutes past 3i' remarked the
father in-law, in a voice like the roar of
a trumpet.
And these four persons looked at
whelming him.
But Orlando had just drawn on good
sources for an energy that had long been
lacking from his will The contact with
I friends had strengthened his courage.
He felt that he had become superior in
some indisputable way, and simply an
swered:
''Ten minutes past 8? And you, who
have been doing nothing, are not yet in
bed?"
His judges fairly leaped in astonish-
ment.
That was the way with artists-no
/ consciencei
Monsieur" said Don Agostino. with
repressed anger, "do you think that this
/ is proper conduct for a married man,
/ for an honest man-to return to his
| home at ten minutes past in the morn
ing?'
"Bahl' said Monteforte, with forced
gayety. "Father-in-law, once is not
/ habit. The Rienzis have returned;
they
"Ah! you bad mani" cried Teresa, un-
able to contain herself any longer. II
| know where you have been and what you
have done. am well acquainted with
your ways. l know it well; you do not
love me! All! how unhappy aml'
! "Come, Teresa, that will do," said he,
| dryly; ''let us go to our room. At this
hour reasonable women are in their beds"
"Ah! yes" said she, bursting out again,
land husbands meanwhile 60 gadding
about. All! you bad manv'
Monteforte shrugged his shoulders,
very weary of this sort Of thing.
"But tell you that was with Rienzi."
Then, in spite of his impatience, he
made the concession Of attempting to de-
fend himself.
"Mme. de Rienzi was with us. Ferucci
was there"
"Another bohemian" interrupted the
mother disdainfully.
ga friend, Donna Bettina."
"Fine friends!" she continued, shrug-
ging her shoulders. "Starvelingsr'
"And your five hundred francs from
the Society for the Promotion of Art,
monsieur" inquired Don Agostino.
Monteforte was on the point of not an.
swering and turning his back.
Finally he explained:
"There are no longer five hundred
francs. First l paid Tipaldi's bill, two
hundred francs. And them
He stopped, and added more timidly:
81 paid for the drinks at the cafe"
"You seer" cried all the women stimuli
taneously.
Monsieur exclaimed the choking
father, "we did not. give you our only
daughter, our Teresa, that you might
make her so unhappy"
"Give! give!" cried Orlando, furiously;
"but tell me. then, did want
He stopped. Whatever his impatience,
he did not wish to wound his wife
Again he interrupted himself, and. i'm
PEELED by desire of ending without get
ting angry, he repeated:
"Come, Teresa, come to bed"
"No, monsieur" cried the father in
tone of authority; "you shall hear what
we have to say"
The young man Strengthened up: the
handsome Orlando had just revived.
He came from ON high, from enchanted
palaces inhabited by chimera; in his
presence living beings had personified
the sublimest realities; in his eyes still
remained the vision of dazzling radiance.
Don Agostino, with stupid eloquence,
hurled at his head solemn platitudes, re-
proaches, the value of money, the re-
quirements of duty, family virtues and
respect for this, that and the other.
He showed no sign Of ending; he did
not see that the other was growing
straighter. Orlando threw back his
broad shoulders and superb head with
its gray tinged hair. Disdain swelled
his nostrils and curled up his lips. He
1oolSed at these women worse than