News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1890-05-01
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an accident The box of merinpues
has been left behind, and large case
Of eggs put in instead. Auntie has
! been III despair, but our dear marchese
has come to the rescue and is actually
making Omelettes for us. He is SO
clever and funny; do come and help
him"
As she spoke, followed by Mrs.
Sherard and Agnes, she led the way
10 a small copse, where, against
background of frs, table was placed,
on which were arranged piles of eggs,
and sundry basins, plates and jugs,
while one or two girls were chopping
ham and herbs. A small fireplace of
bricks had been hastily constructed,
the smoke from which was curling in
blue wreaths in the summer air, while
the center figure of the group was the
nlarchese, who, in a costume of white
flannel and with a serviette round his
waist and q cap of white paper on his
head, was at the moment of the a.
rival of our party removing the fry
Ing pan from the fire and dexterously
sliding its contents to dish held by a
laughing girl for the purpose.
Good gracious! it is Giuseppel' p ex-
claimed Agnes, turning to her mother
my dear, what do you mean9" in
1uired Mrs. Sherard, in astonishment
Miss Smythe had hastened toward the
group engaged in cookery, and so, for
!unately, did not hear the remark.
Mother" said Agnes, ''it is the
handsome little cook who used to be at
Vico, when we were in the pension.
You would have remembered him if
you had heard him sing We had to
ask him to leave off bringing his gui-
tar out to the terrace in the evenings
when you were so i'll. D."
Il recollect him quite WE'LL" said
Mrs. Sherard, who had been attentively
scanning the group.
1T is dreadful p exclaimed Agnes.
''What a wicked impostor he is
Hush, my dear" said her mother;
1--WE must think of Lady Angela. 1t
would distress her so much if we were
to expose him. I will consider during
luncheon what we can do. Be silent
for the present"
Miss Smythe was beckoning to them,
and they joined her, and watched the
operations of the amateur cooks, and
soon the whole party were seated on
the grass, enjoying the al fresco lunch
con, and especially the unusual addi-
ton of the delicious omelettes. After
the meal was concluded the young
people rose, and strolled in the lovely
glades of the woods, whilst some clus-
tered round the marches, who, seated
on a messy mound at the foot of
spreading beech, made a most pictur-
esque figure, with the colored ribbon
of his mandolinetta catching the sun
light as he sang one of his little songs
Where did you meet the mar
chese9" inquired Mrs Sherard of Lady
Angela ''Bave you known him
longI"
"Oh, no." was the reply. 1--WE are
so intimate, though, that it seems as
if he had been our friend for years
friend, Mrs. Hawkins, who met him,
think, in Naples. She wrote asking
me to do all l could for her protege.
She said | should find him very clever;
but she did not tell me he was so mu-
steal"
''Was he an old friend of hers2''
| pursued Mrs. Sherard.
| She did not tell me so; but l think
/ he must have been, for she men toned
| him as Giuseppe Rondini and did not
even say he was marquis. He is such
| a dear fellow" continued the enthusi-
astic lady, ''and l am not at all sur
prised that my dear Florence has be-
come attached to him."
rs he, then, engaged to your niece9"
inquired Mrs Sherard, tone of ankle
ty she could not repress finding its way
into her voice.
No, not exactly" replied Lady An
gela, but he is devoted in his atten-
tions, and dear Florence confded to
me last night that she would have no
sure she loves him deeply"
Perplexed and agitated, Mrs. Sherard
did not pursue the conversation, but
determined to lose no time in carrying
out the plan that had suggested itself
joined the group under the beech tree,
to her what she intended to do; then,
as the music ceased and the singer rose,
she requested he should be introduced
to her, and while conversing, drew
him down a charming glade which
led to a summer house overlooking the
lake, and quite away from the guests.
Directly they were out of earshot of
the party Agnes said to him in Ital-
ian: Giuseppe Rondini, have you
forgotten the Pension Signarelli at
Vico?"
They were fortunately just within
the shelter of the little summer house,
for the poor marchese, with cry of
| anguish and gesture of despair, fell
on his knees in front of the ladies as
he exclaimed:
"Oh, signori pity me. lam of men
| the most unhappy"
This behavior on the part of the i'm
postor was decidedly unexpected, and
bidding the youth rise Mrs. Sherard,
in whose kind heart pity strove with
anger, proceeded to question the ex-
cook.
"How came you here, pretending to
be a marquis2" she said sternly.
ooh, signora, it has all been mis-
take, " said the poor boy-for he was
really little more-and great tears