The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-05-11
THE HANDSOME ORLANDO.
x Romance Of Art and Love in
Sunny Italy.
Love in
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him, for she knew him a little, the bari
tone, Salvatore Monteforte, her professor,
being the young mans father.
As for Teresa Cardelli, she devoured
him with her eyes without any scruple.
and drank in his words.
49," concluded Nine. de Rienzi, cal
are artists
@All, madame answered Orlando
Monteforte. Painters, sculptors, must
clans, poets. Behold The complete Tyre,
as they say in France Your servant is q
painter"
He is very handsomeF' murmured
Teresa, her eyes glowing with admira.
ton.
Rosa Falcone blushed slightly and did
not answer.
After the banquet one Of the party
proposed that some one dance the taran
tella with the aged Ferucci.
Maria Grazia was called on to dance.
The handsome Orlando Monteforte sang
the accompaniment.
Teresa Cardelli, watching him, the
handsome Orlando, as he sang, grew
pale and red BY turns. An impression.
able woman, music shook her nerves.
And it certainly was rare thing. Such
a realization of art was possible only
with this astonishing combination Of
events, the place, the time, the rare com
munion Of these artistic spirits, forget
ting their weaknesses and their selves
,.r1,,4 tb s,,1,,a,s<. ~ . ,,.,r, ~ r.a,,ft,e,
who, even without knowledge of it, either
on his part or theirs, filled the atmosphere
with generous breaths of enthusiasm.
Rosa Falcone asked for a general
dance. Teresa started, and enwrapped
her in jealous and somber look; then
with gaze clear and profound she fixed
her eyes upon the handsome Orlando
Monteforte.
Rosa's idea was gladly welcomed.
As the train would not leave for an
hour, there was time enough.
The Neapolitans improvised an orches-
ira of four voices; Del Veechio danced
with Nine. de Rienzi, Ferucei with Mime.
de Angelic, and Monteforte started for
the pretty Rosa Falcone, who awaited
him with blushing face. She had al
ready met him at her fathers. and the
charming fellow, SO unpretentious, gay
and well endowed, seemed to please her
greatly.
He approached her. Teresa Cardelli
rose by an irresistible impulse and placed
her hand in that of tlse young man, as if
he came to invite her.
Monteforte made a slight grimace;
Rose bluahed more deeply in her vexa-
ton. But what was to be done? The
frstmeasures had begun; the men danced
haphazard with each other, laughing in
high spirits. In the slow voluptuous
rhythm of the waltz which these artists
sang with that sentiment Of harmony SO
natural to southern races, Teresa forgot
herself in her handsome partners arms.
He turned her gracefully, no more think
ing of her than as if she did not exist.
An unconscious virtuoso, he followed the
melody of the others and regulated his
step by their song. Suddenly his partner
weighed heavily on his arm; he tried to
sustain her, made an effort, looked at
her; the young Teresa had tainted.
The dance was interrupted; the hour
Of departure was approaching; the whole
band went away as it had come, leaving
the unconscious girl to the care of the
women.
"Well, wellf' said Del Vecchio, there's
woman in love with you. You will
marry this rich girl, Monteforte."
"What!p answered the young man, in
dignantly, ga spider2's
"Hoi hol there's not SO much to COM
plain Of; they are well of, the Cardellis."
GAS if this fellow ever knew the value
Of money!" remarked the illustrious Pro-
fessor Mazuccio.
HAll the same, it never does one
any harm, answered somebody. "Why
shouldn't you marry Mile. Cardeli, Mon
teforte?'
"Oh!" murmured the young man, s'that
thin creature? A sorceressin
sNow that we are alone asked Blme
de Rienzi, ''explain to me little. In the
first place, inasmuch as M. Ferucci is to
spend some time among us, who is n.
Ferucci?"
Peraldi gently shook his head.
"An artist" said he, ''donbled with a
bad workman, whose hand will never get
rid Of its original rudeness. He is poor
and worthy. You will see him always
clean, with immaculate linen, well black
ed shoes and white hands; it seems TIL I
he eats every day. No family; he is
founding. He talks little, sonet1
growing animated, however, when -le
vision of art leads him to forget the nit
eracy and ignorance that has caused him
bitter suffering all his life. lie is brave
man, sincere, thoroughly devoted to Ri
enzi, whose glorious future he predicted. .
Billiard Cue gave skeptical laugh.
"a little realism, said he HAS your
Ferucci none but fine qualities? Is he
not something of Bohemian?"
e'Ohp exclaimed Peraldi, with us
that is not fault"
.Yes, yes, know continued Billiard
Cue. "He is poor! Preciselyi You are
all poets here. But see, has your Fe-
r1cci always a clear notion of thine and
mine? Behind this good nature l scent
a certain sllrewdness. Formerly he was
sincere in adrniring Peppino. Does he
not intend now to profit by this good
fellowship of the past? Look you, will
give you my full thought: / divine in
your honest and innocent friend the
nainter of a heap Of pictures that 20 cir