Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-08-29

nodded her head with grave Importance,
'it Is often SO. Old Pletro, the cobbler,
took to his bed when he had no shoes TO
mend-yes; he sent for the priest and
said he would die, not for want OF
mOney,-oh, mol he has plenty,
he is quite rich,-but because he had
nothing TO do. So my mother aud l
found some shoes with holes, and took
them to him; no sat up in bed to mend
them, and now he Is as well as ever!
And we are careful TO give him some
thing always"
She laughed again, and again looked
grave.
YES Yes!" she said, with q wise
shake OF her little glossy head, some
cannot live without work. My mother
says that good women are never tired, 1t
is only wicked persons who are lazy.
And that ieminds me must make haste
to return and prepare the Eccellenza's
coffee"
s'Do you make my coffee, little onc?''
/ asked, land does not Vincenzo help
you?"
The faintest suspicion Of blush
tinged her pretty cheeks.
"Oh he is very good, Vincenzo," she
said demurely, with downcast eyes; che
Is what we call buon AMIGO, yes indeed.
But he is often glad when make coffee
for him also; he likes II so much. He
says l do IL so well! But perhaps the
Eccellenza will prefer Vincenzo"
laughed. She was no naive, so alb
sorbed in her little duties,-such child
altogether.
NAY, Lila, I am proud TO think you
make anything for me. shall enjoy II
more now that know what kind hands
have been at work. But you must not
spoil Vincenzo-you will turn his head II
you make his coffee too often"
She looked surprised. She did not
understand. Evidently to her mind Vim
cenzo was nothing but n good-naturcd
young fellw, whose palate could be
pleased by her culinary skill: she treated
him, dare say, exactly as she would
have treated one OF her own SEX She
seemed to think over my words, as one
who considers conundrum, then she
apparently gave II up as hopeless, and
shook her head lightly as though dis
missing the subject.
"Will the Eccellenzu visit the Punto
d'Angelo?" she said brightly, as she
turned to so.
had never heard OF this place,
and asked her to what she alluded.
1T is not far from here" she en-
planned, "it is the view i spoke OF be-
fore. just little further up the hill
you will see fat grey rock, covered
| with blue gentiOns. No one knows how
they row-they are always there,
blooming in summer and winter. But 1t
| is said that one OF Gods own great an
gels comes once in every month at mid
night to bless tho Monte Vergine, and
that he stands on that rock. And OF
course wherever the angels tread arc
flowers, and no storm can destroy them
mot even an avalanche. That Is why
the people call it Punto d'Angelo 1t
will please you to see 1t, Eccellenza, and
| IL Is but walk Of little ten minutes. "
And with O smile and curtesy as
pretty and as light as flower might
make to tho wind, she left me, half rum
ming, half dancing down the hill, and
singing aloud for sheer happiness and
innocence OF heart Her pure lark-likC
notes foated 4 bward towards me where
/ stood, wistfully watching her as she
disappeared. The warm afternoon sun.
shine caught lovingly at her chestnut
hair, turning 1t TO o golden bronze, and
touched up the whiteness Of her throat
and arms, and frightened the scarlet oil
her bodice, as she descended the grassy
slope, and was at last lost to my view
amid the foliage of the surrounding
| trees.
ITO BE CNoTI NUED)