Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1890-09-13

inn was because Uriando was always
ready to breathe the open air; but the
father loved to think that the young man
was sacrificing something for him and
did 1t without annoyance, through friend
ship for his person.
To tell stories to ones self and believe
them, that is the whole secret of happi-
ness.
Orlando, as we have seen, was but a
marvellous instrument ready to vibrate
under the balmy breath Of the art and
poetry of others; production was not his
lot.
But even that gave him a great intel
lectual superiority over the family of his
wife.
As the days went on they assembled a
little towards the ideal; Orlando, on the
other hand, descended towards them.
In very cold weather did you never
feel this sensation2
Into a close and heated room some one
comes from outside--a charming person,
well dressed, still carrying in his clothes,
In the shiver of his flesh and in his breath
the cold of the street mingled with the
perfume of bouquet of violets.
Spring seems to enter with this per-
son. uniting the perfume of fresh flowers
TO the warmth of April.
Orlando seemed to come from lofty
SUBMITS, open to all the winds of heav-
On; he brought into their existence, half
way down the hill, remnant OF sharp
air with n perfume of the ideal
One day Ferucci came to SEQ Orlando
towards the end Of the day-an unusual
thing. Neapolitan life is inhospitable;
they seldom receive at meal time.
But Monteforte consulted him as to his
picture for the next exposition, a picture
not - bad as his ordinary painting.
Ferucci's neighborliness and well rooted
reflection had had salutary influence
upon his work.
The day declined before they knew it.
Suddenly Teresa bethought herself Of
the old painters poverty. Had not her
husband regretted. when they lived with
their parents, his inability to ever keep a
comrade TO dinner? Was not Ferucci
one of those whom he had oftenest
wished to invite? Was he not also the
most lonely and disinherited Of them
alp
She hesitated, nevertheless. for to in
vite him required an amount Of resolu-
don difficult for her timidity to over
come. 1t was q condescension from all
her habits, from the established custom;
and she feared that the cold supper
wosld be insufficient. unfit to offer.
AFTER all" thought she, "Orlando has
told me that he lived on SO very little.
We have fish picked in lemon juice,
meat, olives. cheese and good wine.
This, at any rate, will be better than eat
Ing in wine shop at the water side. II
thought that it would please my hus-
band
The minutes were slipping by; she
came to decision.
"Monsieur Ferucci," said she, enter
ing the stu1io, Twill you give us the
pleasure Of sharing our modest meal
without ceremony"
This effort required as much courage
- many thing of more Importance; she
was rewarded. Without awaiting the re-
ply, Monteforte exclaimed:
THAT'S a good idea, my little wife! At
tho table we can talk better"
And how the old artist did honor to
the meali His eyes shone softly; little
Hame animated his wrinkled cheeks.
Teresa selected for him the most delicate
lish and gracefully cared for him.
The meal over, Orlando said:
"Make the coffee in the studio, my
dear. We shall be very comfortable
there, and in that way we shall not need
to 10 out!"
He remained Like that, without ef-
fort, without annoyance!
Teresa made the coffee and waited on
them while they talked. She listened in
silence to the unknown language of this
marvellous world Of thought, felt herself
In this way nearer her dear husband, be-
came his equal by this sweet comrade-
ship, happy at his dear presence and at
the things which she could not under
stand except by alteration.
The happiness of the humble, and hap
piness worthy Of respect.
But her Orlando knew nothing Of all
this. As we have said, he was as uncon-
scious as god, but as merciful god,
who would in any case pour forth happy
intoxication.
The germ Of all happiness is within us.
Only the ray Of vital sunlight must come
from another.
Teresa. poor childl bethought herself
Of q machiavelic ruse.
That evening--during which they had
not disdained her little ignorant person
Ill ready to learn by listening carefully
that evening became luminous mem.
ory, che dreamed Of repeating it, once,
often, always!
And noticing that Ferucci was older,
nnss broken and poorsr than svar. shA