Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1890-08-02


had come to see today? IS
"Ohl yes, certainly" said the sick
girl, with smile.
On the young girls invitation he had
taken chair and placed himself beside
the bed without ceremony.
Like q DOCTOR" observed Nine. Car
delli.
''Oh, no. Oh, no." quickly protested
the young man. Like a friend, rather.
Am not right, Donna Teresa? do not
wish to seem like dispenser of pills and
disagreeable syrups."
This Monteforte! He breathed deliver
ance from pair. He seemed TO bring
happiness and health. The poor child
laughed and grew animated at the very
sight of him. As Nine. Cardelli. but
just now disconsolate, looked at his open
and charming countenance, her fears
vanished; her daughter would get well
and be happy.
II will come back directly" she re-
peated.
Alone with Teresa, he again surveyed
the little chamber. and gracefully, with
his cordial smile, he said:
"Your room is very cheerful. mada-
moiselle. Do you stay here all day long?'
Certainly" she answered, contented-
ly. Except when have to help about
the meals. For l know how to do many
things, NJ. Monteforte. But not ID these
DAYS. as you see. have been very sickl
Oh. so sickr'
l.. .la.r a
nearer.
$50 sick? What has been the matter
with you?" he inquired with tender
solicitude, and as if the illness was now
entirely over.
Teresa smiled distressingly. She an
swered with simplicity:
Sorrow
The reply was like the cry Of wound
ed bird. Monteforte gently took the two
thin hands and pressed them in his own.
This seemed to brighten the patient and
put new life into her veins. Her lang
uishing face lit up with the bright color
of youth; in her eyes, burning with fever,
disconsolate tenderness shone.
Come" said Orlando, in a slightly
husky voice, "you are going to tell me
about this sorrow. What. You have sor-
rows, my poor little friend?"
Teresa listened to him in ecstasy; she
would have liked to prolong this hour,
this voice, this look, this pressure of the
hands. this intoXication-to live by it, to
breathe ii.
lie continued with kindly smile that
she did not know in him, so tender, sore
spectful, SO full of protection.
"Now, Donna Teresa, tell me your dear
little troubles You shall see how well I
know how to console"
'Oh. yes," she exclaimed with intense
Joy; 'sbut have not only little troubles.
have been plunged in such sorrow that
l thought ! should die. Aud | wanted
to die. had even asked it of the Ma
donna and the saints, if
Then she quickly drew from her bosom
package of capularies-images of all
the saints and all the chapels.
"You see, Don Orlando" said she, with
a naive expression, II have made all
these nine day prayers"
Monteforte felt a strong inclination to
laugh; he could not quite resist it. That
did not disturb the young girl; she had
already learned from her father that
men have not as much confidence as
women in the Intervention of heaven.
But she looked at the Madonna as il
there were an understanding between
them. 1t was clear that the young mans
presence was one OF the expected mir
acles. He understood, and said quietly:
81 see the nine day prayers, but do
not know the subject of them"
Teresa looked at Monteforte lcng and
searchingly; then her long, black, curved
lashes concealed the flame in her eyes.
"Come, coIrage!' said he, pressing
the little hands 'Tell me this great Sc
crei, this trouble, for which ! offer you
consolation"
Il love some one," she articulated in q
low voice.
A tear rolled slowly down her cheek.
Teresa cried the good hearted fellow.
With "A serious voice she continued:
"Some one who does not love me-"
He could not answer; his throat con-
tracted. Pity? Remorse? Love, perhaps?
He could not have told.
Softly he whispered:
"Are you sure that he does not love
your
She shook her head.
"Well, my child, tell him, il you love
him. Men have not always time to go
down to the bottom of their hearts; per-
haps he does not know you well. Come.
Teresa, be frank with me-"
Encouraged by this penetrating voice
and the sincerity of his clear eyes, she
withdrew her hands from Oriando's.
Then she sat straight up. sustained by
the pillows. Shaking of her weakness,
she resolved to tell all; and Monteforte