The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-05-25
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| pain, when adore you, my Orlando2D
j But the time passed. The meal hour
came; then 8 o'clock, then d. They sat
4 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 endeayored to keep back
/ their tears
Don Agostino, very stiff, tried to APP
pear dignified and was only embarrassed.
When night came, he started ynr the
cafe. or three hours he premei led in
thv rue de Toledo to the Largo Palazzo,
and from the Strada Chiaja to the Piazza
/ del Municinio p-. IN ves.s 7s7 II
| each time at the cafe windows; no Or
Iandoi
Poor Teresa awaited his return, and
her first word was.
'sWelli Orlandogr
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.
They did not find him for three NOR
tai days.
Teresa's condition was becoming terri
bic. She accused everybody, ate Moth
ing, and wept day and night in despair.
The fourth evening, Don Agostino, in
spite of his fine show of dignity, had at
last resolved, not without struggle, to
resort to the final means of seeking in
formation, when suddenly he saw his
son-in-law enter the cafe in company
with Ferucci and Del Vecchio.
a 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
prejud4ces and by fear Of s'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-
tons and answers for all possible emer-
gencies.
The young husband finally rose, laugh
ing and launching last pleasantly
Orlando of former days.
ttOhl as bad as everlp 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
countenance, lost nothing of his good
humor.
"Monsieur," said Don Agostino in
solemn voice, II should Ike to speak with
YOU"
Then, turning to Ferucci, in manner
intended to be very distinguished. M.
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 well, monsieur" said the father
in-law stiffiy.
He took his position, knit his thick
brows in an Olympian fashion, tried to
petrify his good natured face, and began:
Monsieur, it is with the Indignation
of an honest man, of father Of
.sOh" interrupted Orlando. 'sif you
begin that way it will be long. Pass on,
pass on, Don Asostino; / am familiar
with the TRADE"
Monsieur" cried NJ Cardelli, "you
have all the audacities. To the impro-
iety-to-the--to--o your conduct,
you add audacity. YOU
"Well, what is it that you want Of
meg' asked Monteforte.
'sYour wife awaits you, monsieur. As
she is mindful of her duties she perhaps
will consent to forgive your unspeakabls
conduct"
"Ahl good evening, Don Agostino,"
answered the young man simply, passing
his arm under Ferucci's.
Monsieur! monsieur cried Don
Agostino, clinging with all his might to
his son-in-law's garments; monsieur,
this conduct is not handsome. But we
viii say nothing to you; we viii pass the
sponge over the past. Come back now
to your wife,"
Orlando stopped. The expression of