San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-05-28

Teresa put on her hat. The servant again
accompanied her.
Where are you going?" asked her
mother
ITO see Orlando" answered the young
woman, simply. Good night, mamma;
good night, Aunt Mariuccia. Leave the
bolts open; l shall return late, as yester-
day"
And her lips half opening with an il
Illuminating smile, she concluded
"Perhaps later. That depends upon
Orlando"
Her father was in the next room; he
had been waiting anXiously to see what
she would do this evening. His daugh-
ters words sent the tears into his eyes.
Such is the effect of love on those dear
beings for whom one has toiled, wept,
lived. Now their just claims no longer
existed; their right vanished before the
smile, the caress, the slightest wish of
this man, scarcely known by her six
years ago, not understood by her a week
ago.
But although tl+y suffered at the
house, it was a r-Giant evening for Te-
reSa.
He was awaiting his wife. How sweet
it was thus to find each other again!
Their love renewed itself; they were like
an affianced couple.
For Teresa, in spite of marriage, had
kept the CandOr, the timid uncertainty,
the indescribable accompaniment of in
nocence and youth.
They walked together every evening,
she absorbed and delighted, he joyous,
tender and kind. The placid Raffaela
followed them; scarcely could they kiss
each other
oh! if YOU wish, tomorrow, husband
of mine, will come alone, and you shall
escort me to the threshold of the house.
Do not be alarmed" she continued, for
now she could read his thoughts. dc
not be alarmed, husband of mine; l will
not ask you to go in. Now too wish tC
live alone with you"
"All right" said he. 1T is agreed,
then; till tomorrow, my dear little wife. "
The parents still hoped that Orlando
would come back when his money was
exhausted. For they had inquired Of
Tipaldi, and found out that even the
three hundred francs were no longer in
tact on the night of his flight At most
two hundred and eighty francs, with his
heedlessness and companions like Fe.
rucci, that would not last long. Soon
they would see him, with dropping head,
return TO the fold, where moreover they
would receive him with open arms.
They did not know their Orlando.
From the start he had OWNED their
calculation, and even refused the money
that his wife wanted to give him. He
knew how to live on almost nothing,
like every true Neapolitan; furthermore,
he knew all the places where food costs
but little. 1t is the superiority of sober
people. who can live on vegetables or
macaroni, to dispense with wine without
annoyance and smile in idleness. Without
losing any Of his good humor and with
out fatiguing the unaterable sOlidity of
his stomach. MOntefOrte became tempo
rarily avariciOus. His will did not re-
seen the sequence of his ideas, the energy
of his race.
The family awaited him in vain. He
had himself found suitable apartments
in the Strada MugnO-Cavallo, near the
SaIita Concezione. The young wife
bravely associated herself with her hus-
bands revolt. When her mother begged
her to wait she declared squarely that
her husband wished to begin hOusekeep-
ing directly and that she was of his
opinion, considering the present situation
too dangerous.
They wanted to talk with the father
and try to convert him and make him
accept the situation, but there they met
systematic resistance. Deeply offended
Don AgOstino forbade them ever to speak
of Orlando in his presence. lie even
formally denied his son-in-law entrance
to the house, and prohibited his wife and
sister from visiting the young household.
As for his daughter, he admitted that
she must obey her husband; therefore,
she would always find the house ready
to receive her, but her alone.
His banker would send NJ. Montcforte
a thousand francs every quarter; he
would see him no more.
This said, he permitted no further talk
about him.
When Teresa showed that her mind
was thoroughly made up, Donna Bettina
opened large wardrobe with a sigh.
She had piled up mountains of linen
pillow cases, napkins, table cloths, etc
enough to last them all their days, if
they should live a century. Linen was