The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1890-06-19

would be Insufficient unilf 70 offer
rAfter all, thought she, rOrando has
told me that no lived on 90 very little,
We have fish picked In lemon iulss,
meat, olives, cheese and good wine.
This, at any rate, viii be better than eat
Ing In q wine shop a. the water side, II
! Thought that II would please my hus.
hand'--
The minutes were slipping byi she
came 10 10 decision,
"Monaeur Ferueel," said she, enter
Ing tho studio, "will you give us tho
pleasure Of sharing our modest meal
without ceremony
This effort required ~ much courage
aa many thlngof more imporlancei she
was rewarded, Without awaiting the 70.
ply, Monteforte exolamedi
"That's a good idea, my little wlfel A.
the table We can talk better"
And how tho old artist did honor 10
the NEAL Ills eyes ahone aoftlY little
flame animated his wrlnkled oheeka,
Teresa selected for him the most delicate
fish and gracefully cared for him,
The meal over Orlando aaidl
"Alake the coffee IN tho studio, my
dear, We shall be very comfortable
there, and In that way we shall not need
10 80 outl"
lie remalnodl Like that, without Of
fort, without pnnoyancel
Teresa made the coffee aud waited on
them while they talked, She listened In
silence to tho unknown language OF this
marvellous world OF thought, felt herself
IN this way nearer her dear husband, be'
came his equal by this sweet oomrade-
ship, happy At his dear presence and at
the things which she could not under.
stand except by adoratlon
The happiness OF tho humble, and hap
plneaa worthy Of reapeot,
hut her Orlando knew nothing OF all
this, Aa wo have said, he was as uncon-
aoious aa a god, but az a meroiful god,
who would In any case pour forth happy
lntoxioatlon.
The germ Of all happiness Is within ua
Only tho ray OF vital sunlight must come
from another
Teresa, poor ehlldl bethought herself
OF a maohlayellc ruao,
That eyening-during which they had
not disdained her little ignorant person
all ready 10 learn by lletening carefully
that evening became a luminous Nom.
oryi she dreamed Of repeating II, once
often, alwayal
And noticing that Feruccl was older
more broken aud poorer than ever, she
said 10 her husband, In n fine impulse OF
charity mingled with hope for hersefi
Husband Of mine, suppose you ask
NJ ForuccI TO take supper with ua every
evening You lnow-bofore going 10
the cafe, | think that would give him
pleasure"
Tho robust Orlando lifted his wifo In
his arms like a child,
Good Atto onol' ho cried, kissing
her, "l will toll him this very evening"
And the next day Fcruoci, the boho.
milan, became sure Of his supper every
night, though II was sometimes his only
meal.
But Teresa, too, had tho reward Of her
effort Her husband went out no more,
Ho was 10 comfortable At home
Teresa buaiOd her fingers with aomo
lace work whilo eho liatoncd 10 them,
Tho two artists sometimes woro silonti
then Orlando began u love song or bar.
carolo,
And spring came, and then summer,
In the psaoo Of tho evenings, with the
windowo open 20 Rll tho breC2eg and all
the perfumes she felt that she was wrap
ped in hope and serenity,
And In the family thcB fcted thcadored
dcspot whom they had the daily happi-
ness Of hearing TcrosGs phrase, as IN
variable "a tho love OF her faithful hearts
"Ahl | love him 30 much, my Or
landor
Now these were tho light nights Of
July, like tho days OF the northern ooun.
tries The three friends were IN the stu.
dio, but not talking,
Teresa was arranging her work. and
FCrucci was vaguely looking at II,
"It makes q good effect, that shade Of
red mixed with white said he.
"Thoy are stockings" explained To.
rosa.
"NIy dear" said Montofortc, laughing,
two shall have enough 10 stock n ware.
house when we lil,o Everybody In tho
family ltnits"
"Ohl' murmurcd Tcresa, In tone Of
rcproach, "thcso stockings aro not for
tho house, am making a dozen pairs.
for NJ, Feruoci."
Tho old painter looked at her In aston
ishmont
"Whatl these oro for mel"
"Yos," said she, "And look Five
pairs dono alrcadyp
"But they arc very pretty said Or
lando, "1Nkc, then, directly those that
are finished
Teresa proudly wrapped them up in
Tho Gazzottadi Napoll. Foruocl dreamed
contontodly.
This young womanl She was kind,
she was thoughtful OF him, She had
invited him; since then he, the lonely
one, tho son Of Annungiatella, the artist
with tho worSman's fingers, the poor
dovotco Of inaccessible art
had had family.
She was dndi formerly, ho rcmem.
berod thoy thought her homoly; they
called her the little spider, tho sorcoross
But she was no longer the Teresa OF
those days She was pretty now, Her
thinnesn had dlSappoaredi from her en-
mellla white flesh her oloar eyes shono
with avharming expression.
And love, generous thoughts, forget.
fulness OF self, had cnnoblod this facet
she kept her astonishod, timid candor
tho gentlonoss Of submissive and very
good children.
Her Coco was beautifuli but ehe bad