The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1890-09-04
Of eggs put in instead. AuntIe has
been in despair; but our dear marchese

ClcVcI dHu luHuy.Ya 10 come anu nclp
him. = As she spoke, followed by
Mrs. Sherard and Agnes, she led the
way to a small copse, where against .
background of frs table was placed,
on which were arranged piles Of eggs
and sundry basins, plates. aud 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
marchese, who, in costume of white
flannel, and with serviette round his
waist and cap Of white paper on his
head, was, at the moment of the ar
rival OF our party, removing the fry
ing-pan from the fire and deterously
sliding it's contents to dish held by
laughing girl for the purpose.
Good gracious! it is Giuseppe!" ex-
claimed Agnes. turning to her mother.
MY dear, what do you mean?" in
CURED Mrs. Sherard in astonishment
Mrs. Smythe had fastened toward the
group engaged in cookery, and So
fortunately, did not hear the remark.
Mother" said Agness, sit 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 brin ging his guitar
out to the terrace in the evenings when
you were so ill.,
Il recollect him quite WE'LL" said
Mrs. Sherard, who had been attentive.
~ scanning the group.
cit is dreadful!'' exclaimed Agnes.
"What a wicked impostor he is!''
Hush, my dear!' said her mother;
eve must think of Lady Angela. It
would distress her so much if we were
to expose him. 1 will consider during
luncheon what we can do. Be silent
for the present."
Miss Smythe beckoned 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
luncheon, and especially the unusual
addition of the delicious omelets. After
the meal was concluded the young peo-
pie rose and strolled about in the love-
ly glades of the woods, while some
clustered round the marchese, who,
seated on a messy mound at the foot of
a spreading beech, made a most pic
turesque figure, with the colored rib.
bon of his mandolinetta catching the
sunlight as he sung one of his little
songs.
here did you meet the marchese?"
inquired Mrs. Sherard of Lady Angela.
'Have you known him long?"
Oh, no." was the reply. 1--WE are
so intimate, though, that it seems as ii
he had been our friend for years. He
was introduced to me by an old 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 musical"
'Was he an old friend of hers?" pur-
sued Mrs. Sherard .
''She did not tell me so, but think
he must have been, for she mentioned
him as Giuseppe Rondini, and did not
even say he was marquis. He is such
a dear fellow" continued the enthu-
siastic lady, land I am not at all sur
prised that my dear Florence has be-
come attached to him.
is he then engaged to your niece?''
inquired Mrs. Sherard, tone of
anxiety she could not suppress finding
its way into her voice.
mo, not exactly" replied Lady
Angela, "but he is devoted in his at
tentions, and dear Florence confded
to me last night that she would have
no hesitation in accepting him, and
feel sure that 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
to her at luncheon. She therefore
joined the group under the beech tree,
and drawing Agnes aside, explained
to her what she intended to do; then,
as the music ceased and the singer
rose, she requested he should be intro
duced to her, and while conversing,
drew him down charming glade
which led to summer-house overlook
ing the lake, and quite away from the
guests.
Directly they were out of earshot ct
the party. Agnes said to him in Italian:
Giuseppe Rondini, have you forgot
ten 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 a gesture of despair, fell
on his knees in front of the ladies as he
exclaimed:
% signora! pity me. am 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 marquis?" she said sternly.
20 signora, it has all been mis-
takeT' SAID the poor boy-lor he was
really little more-and great tears
rolled from his large brown eyes and
fell in heavy drops Of his clasped
hands.
Tell us everything said Mrs.
Sherard. II am anxious to spare Lady
Angela the sorrow it would cause her
to know how you have deceived her,
and, if you tell me truth, will try to
help you.''
Isl, signora,' said the lad, and,