The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-12-27

place like the Sistine chapel, I re-
marked sententiously.
AS soon as we were alone drew Helen
to the confessional: did you tell him
about Mr.. Denham7"
Yes. everything, and he was so noble.
am SO sorry. The tears stood in his
eyes, and he said: i suffer, but l am a
man. / can bear it. Then he thanked
me for dealing SO openly with him. He
never once limited reproach. And ]
deserved it,p she said with unwonted
humility. 81 never felt before how
wicked it is to flirt just little. He is
not selfish, like some people that I
know" and my thought followed hers.
81 don't know but am little goose to
let him go SO. If he were only % years
old, and / were free'
The next day we saw nothing of the
count, but early Thursday morning Vim
cenzo knocked at my door with note,
in which Count Alvala informed me that
he vas my son. and begged earnestly to
see the beautiful Miss St. Clair once
more; he would never trouble me again.
1t was the only day on which we could
see the Palace of the Caesars, and would
I be SO good as to permit him to meet US
there? hastily pencilcd few words:
81 am waiting for DIR. Valery. shall
probably stay with my sick friend today,
and Miss St. Clair will not go out with
out me-" and sent the line by Vincenzo,
happy to be rid of the importunate hoy
for this time.
Two hours later, when the doctor had
pronounced my friend better, and I had
promised Helen q walk amid the ruins
of the PaIatine. which did not like to
leave Rome without seeing, / went down
to the roll, coffee and eggs, which consti
tute an Italian breakfast, and there sat
the count as vigilant as sentinel. ssYou
will. 60" said lie with a smile.
II think we may" CURLY.
81 shall perhaps meet you there.
When we reached the Farnese gate he
was waiting there, which made the ssper-
haps" superfuous. We had long ram
bic over the lonely hill, stretching out
like green New England pasture, but
where from time to time we came unex-
pectedly upon flights of steps which led
to massive substructures of stone, foun-
dations of ancient palaces, and to exca-
waited halls paved with mosaics and lined
with frescoes more beautiful than those
Of Pompeii. There were many statues,
more or less mutilated, and stately brick
arches laden with wealth of Towering
shrubs, and here and there thickets Of
tall, dark cypress trees, harmonious with
ruins. Ny young companions were rather
silent, but I fancy their thoughts were
not engrossed with old historic lore.
made conscientious effort to force mine
into the ruts of association which had
supposed to be inevitable in such spot,
but the bright sunshine, the delicate blue
Of the distant Campagna, the living glad
ness of earth and air were too strong for
me, and inwardly applauded lively
American girl who interrupted her dron-
ing guide with the incisive 81 don't care
a snap for Cesar"
On reaching the gate after our three
hours ramble consigned Miss st. Clair
to some friends who We're waiting for
her and stepped into the count s carriage
He seemed to feel bound in honor not to
speak of love to Miss st. Clair since the
revelation of the Sistine chapel, but he
must have little solace in talking to me
about it. sit would be easy" said he,
.sif she were not fancee, but that makes
it difficult-very difficult indeed. am
glad it is not going to be for three years.;
that is a long time, a very long time
Then, with sudden illumination of face
and delicious information of the musical
voice, Perhaps they will never marry;
perhaps it will be another mani"
blessed infatuation of youth, with it's
wonderful perhapses, which never come
TO maturer yearsD
Zone of these years shall hope to
hear that you are married to beautiful
lady of your own country and your own
religion"
"You never will"
"Oh yes, you will be astonished to find
how easy it is to forget"
II come Of constant race" said he
proudly. MY father loved my mother,
and they sent him all over the world to
forget her, but he came home in five
years and married her.
even if 1t were otherwise possible
(which it Is noD, the difference in re-
ligion ought to prevent it. How could
SO good Catholic as you distress your
family by marrying a heretic?"
Perhaps she would be Catholic. /"
q noticed that he did not say, Perhaps
shall become a Protestant Don't
you think her father would let her marry
a Catholic?''
"No." replied stoically.
He was silent and detected.
"You must forget her, +" said 1 kindly.
ut is only little while since you first
saw her."
"a little whilel 1t is my whole lifer
"Only a few weeks" / continued.
eve shall soon be across the ocean, and
you will see other Indies.
''There is only one Miss st. Clair"
Il beg your pardon-there are three
of Them But the boy was too miser-
able to notice this poor little sally.
We were approaching the hotel. 81
shall not see you again at present. said
he. "Monsignore will arrive this even
ing, and I must be at home to receive
him Pint I shall ha in porio hxr +ba rid