The morning call., 1891-04-26

The picture thus begun soou developed
into an attempt to illustrate the tragedy in
which Anna had borne a part. 1t was 10
be called THE Vendetta" and it was to
represent Annals flight with Bianco. As it
progressed, a strange fancy took possession
of the girl-firSt as n vague sort OF day
dream, and then gradually as fixed i'm
preston. In her Imagination the artist be-
came her avehQer-her champion OF the
Mafia. who, would Stay the three soldiers
who had killed her husband, and thus
work out the vendetta, As for Homer,
quite unconscious of this monomania, he adj
mred the beauty, the intense nature and
the acute intelligence of the Italian girl, but
felt no commencement love for her.
One day Homer Glane was sitting at the
end OF Aware lane, al the end which takes
you into grove beyond the last houses. He
had been sketching the three silver birch
trees which grew beside the little brook, and
was now resting with his knees drawn up
TO his chin, putting away at his pipe.
What shall | call it?' he said aloud,
thinking of the picture that would grow out
of the sketch bPside him. The Lady of
the Woods?' No, that won't do; it has
been used. Besides there are three of them.
The -"
Just then shrill cry came from behind
him. He started up, knocking over his stool
and block on family of black ants which
were busy carrying off the remains of his
lunch, and rushed along the lane to young
girl who was standing there, her cheeks
pale and her lips half-ODen in terror She
was looking at a green frog that was swim
ming with all his speed across the brook, his
golden eyes blinking half in anus menr half
in the-to him-6g pink and white creature
his small, chilly bndy had so frightened.
She looked up rs Homer approached. her
ewes flooded with tears, half shame at her
cowardice and half fear. and she said trent
bling: 81 am so sorry L startled You; but
that great freq jumped over my feet and
frightened me-"
The artist looked down and saw that her
little feet were bare. From the girls slender
feet his gaze wandered TO her face, half
hidden uader a wide sun-burnt hat, and the
red curled-up lips which were saying, 81
was wading for watercress," in voice that
made his heart leap with its music and
trembling nervous little catch OF the breath
az the end in Il strange wonderful way that
was new to him. He had never seen any
thing so beautiful and sweet, and he thought
she was shy like one of his feathpred forest
friends. He was too honest to discern that
| her coyness was false pretense.
When she had grown Drawer she told him
that her name was Margery Thorne; that
| she was an English orphan and lived with
! all old servant Of her fathers in a cottage
near by.
Five weeks went by on golden wings to
| Homer, who saw his watercress girl" as
| he loved laughingly to call her, every day,
until news came to him that his picture then
on exhibition in the London Academy had
sold for sl4O0. He found the letter waiting
| for him after long day spent with Mar
| gerry. Back over tile felds-a good two
miIes-he sped from the house to tell her of
| his good fortune. She was at the gate walt
| ing for him. She had heard his footsteps,
she said, and the imitation innocent pleas
IRE she showed at his good news gave the
| great, simple hearted man courage, and be-
fore they parted he had told her that he
| loved her.
scarce believe it. That big, blunderin e
| fellow like me-"
Truly. do love you," the girl wills
pered, and she nestled close to him. and he
laid his otrong head on her brow and gently