Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1890-08-23

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Neversneless, she could now see that
the comical excuses had been growing
LEES frequent, that they were no longer
made with the same spirit, and that her
husband was getting weary.
At moments she promised herself that
she would make him terrible scene on
his return. But she would hold him
hrm In order that he might not escape.
Tho fear Of losing him again rendered
her prudent. Then she said to herself
that 1t would be better to receive him
with caresses. Scarcely little reproach,
ohi very veiled, among the passionate
kisses with which she would cover his
face. his hair, his neck, his garments.
bad man! bad man" she would say
to him. "Why do you give me such
pain. when / adore you, my Orlando?"
But the time passed. The meal hour
came; then o'clock, then 4. They sat
down to table without him. Nothing
was eatable, and the plates were removed
almost untouched. Teresa left the table
before the end OF the dinner. Donna
Bettina and Aunt Mariuccia sighed re-
peatedly and endeavored to keep back
their tears.
Don Agostino, very stiff, tried to ap-
pear dignified and was only embarrassed.
When night came, he started for the
cafe. For three hours he promenaded in
the Rue de Toledo to the Largo Palazzo,
and from the Strada Chiaja to the Piazza
del Municipio. But in vain did he stop
each time ct the cafe windows; no Or
landoi
Poor Teresa awaited his return, and
her first word was:
"Welll Orlandoy'
For she had never dreamed that they
would not bring him back to her that
evening.
Don Agostino, Inundated at his pow
erlessness, answered that he was not at
the cafe. ~~. 4.--.y
They did not find him for three NOR
tai days.
Teresa's condition was becoming terri
bls She accused everybody, ate moth
ing. and wept day and night in despair.
The fourth evening, Don Agostino, in
last resolved, not without a struggle, to
resort to the final means of seeking in
formation, when suddenly he saw his
son-in-la law enter the cafe in company
with Ferucci and Del Vecchio.
He walked with his customary gait,
exaggerated little in its carelessness.
And the poor Don Agostino noticed with
annoyance that his flight had benefited
him. The animation that characterized
him before marriage had returned. There
began TO dawn upon the obtuse mind OF
the father-in-law some vague notion OF
the ennui which his family must have
caused the young man in these five years.
He saw him as he was before marriage;
Monteforte seemed to have effaced from
his memory everything that had taken
place in the interval.
A confirmed bourgeois, influenced by
prejudices and by fear of "what people
will say" Don Agostino said to himself,
with exaggerated anguish, that to Monte
forte there were no such things as family
reasons.
"Well, we will see," he said to him
self. in despair at his weakness.
And for two hours he waited for his
son-in- law outside the cafe, in the mean
time preparing a speech as well as ques-
tions and answers for all possible emer
gencies.
The young husband finally rose, laugh
ing and launchinga a last pleasantry-the
Orlando Of former days.
"Ohi as bad as ever!" murmured Don
Agostino.
NJ. Cardelli advanced with firm step
towards the door, in order to find HIM
self face TO face with his son-in-law. The
latter did not turn away, did not change
humor.
Monsieur" said Don Agostino in
solemn voice, 81 should like to speak with
you."
Then, turning to Ferucci, in a manner
Intended to be very distinguished. NJ
Cardelli excused himself:
"A thousand pardons, Signor Ferucci.
but these are family matters"
Ferucci started to step aside. Monte
forte held him where he was.
"You can stay, my dear fellow. You
know In advance all that Don Agostino
can have to say to me-"
every we'll, monsieur" said the father
in-law stifny.
He took his position, knit his thick
brows In an Olympian fashion, tried to
petrify his good natured face, and began;
"Monsieur, 1t is with the indignation
Of an honest man, Of father Of
"Ohw interrupted Orlando, "if you
begin that way it will be long. Pass on,
pas ON, Don Agostino; am familiar
with tho TRADE"
"Monsieur," cried M. Cardelli, "you
have al the audacities. To the impro-
pristy-to-ths-to-of your conduct,
yan nd audsoity. YOU