San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-05-22

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A party of pleasure were on a visit to
a little town called Portici, built on the
site of the ancient city of Herculaneum,
which nearly two thousand years ago
was buried by an eruption of the volcano
VeSuvius. Upon the arrival of the train
they were greeted by their friends The
party consisted of sixteen persons.
NJ. and Nine. de RienZi.
The painter Marco de Angelic and his
wife, residents of Portici
Then young pupil of Rienzi, named
CASTOR Sauviret, who had come from
France with him. This lad of 10, as long
las a day without bread" said the in
habitants of Bougival, his native place,
answered generally to his studio name,
Billiard Cue.
Finally, two young girls, whose fam
lilies were spending the summer at Per
tici. They came almost every day to
visit Nine. de Rienzi.
One of them, pretty and the daughter
of the painter Michele Falcone, professor
in the School of Fine Arts at Naples, was
very musical and already sang charm
ingly. The great baritone MontefOrte
had been giving her lessons for a year,
for he, too, lived at Portici when resting
between two theatrical seasons.
The other, Teresa Cardelli. seemed to
have come to serve as Il foil to the pretty
Rosa FaIcone She was homeIy, thin,
black haired dark skinned, dry, angular;
with prominent cheek bones, beneath
black eyes of some beauty; too we'll
dressed, like a little wooden idol 20
years old.
She wa, the daughter of VI. Cardelli,
Familiarity called Don Agostimo. Her
father was an excellent man 1T bottom,
but very solemn on the surface, with an
air Of great Importance; retired from
business, and rich. He had made for
tune by establishing bazar on the Via
Toledo, in which everything was sold as
in 4 Partisan bazaar. On the front of
this establishment some faCetiOuS fellow
probably Il sign painter Of French
origin, a refugee Of the Communicated
painted in golden letters, in French, the
words: "PariSian trumpery." Never had
the proprietor suspected the real mean
ing of these words, for beneath them he
had added in Italian: Reliable mer-
chandise." The characteristic of this
bazaar of Partisan style was that they
did not speak French there.
But all business he had now put aside,
the merchandise, whether trumpery or
not, having made his fortune Conse-
quently the family had great professions
regarding Teresa, an only daughter and
thoroughly adorei by her father and
mother, and even by maiden aunt who
lived in the house of her brother, NJ. Car
deli.
The first thing needful to the party
after the journey was refreshments. \
table was laid by the women Wine
sparkled in immense clear bottles. Two
dry cheeses, gourd shaped, and basket
of oranges completed the menu. The
more patient ones had prepared appetite
ing side dishes, composed of mild pep
pers, picked peaches and fruits, black
olives and anchOvy tillets.
Then Joseph de Rienzi took his last sur
vey, and his voice rang out in tone of
real SatiSfaCtOn:
Nov to the table,
Just at this moment new guests were
announced
There they are! there they are" cried
some.
And two late corners appeared at the
top of the stairs.
"Bravo!' shouted Rienzi. Il was as
tonshed at not seeing you. Welcome,
my old Ferucci"
a tall, dry, good natured looking man,
very erect and poorly dressed, preceded
a young, handsome, we'll built fellow,
with a merry face.
He approached Nine. de Rienzi to de-
post chfvaIrous kiss upon each of her
hands.
One Of the party, the ideaIist painter,
Del Necchio, had already taken possess
sion Of the younger man, whom he de-
sired to Introduce to the hostess.
"Madammina," said Del VecchiO, with |
a show Of ceremony, "allow me to pre-
sent NJ MOntpfOrtp a ferVpnt adnirer Of |