Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-09-26
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the most envied women III al Italy.
The fugitive resemblance she traced
In me 10 her dead" husband was GER
tainly attributed by her 10 be o purely
accidental likeness common TO many per-
sons in this world, where every man,
they say, has his double, and for that
matter every woman also Who does
not remember the touching surprise OF
Heinrich Heine, when on visiting the
picture gallery Of the Palazla Durazzo
In Genoa, he was brought face TO face
with the portrait, as he thought, OF
dead woman he had loved, MARIA 10
mOrte." II mattered not 10 him that the
picture was very old, that II bad been
painted by Giorglo Barbarelli centuries
before his Maria" could have lived; he
simply declares-"Il est vralment dune
resemblance admirable. resent lant jus.
Qu'au silence de 10 mort!'
Such likenesses are common enough,
and my wife, though my resemblance to
myself q troubled her little, was very
far from imagining the real truth OF the
matter, as Indeed how should she? What
woman, believing and knowing, as far
as anything can be known, her husband
TO be dead and fast buried, is likely TO
accept even the idea OF his possible
escape from tho tomb? Not one!-else
the diSconsolate widows would indeed
have reason TO DO more inconsolable
than they appear!
When left her that morn.
ing found Andrea Luziani
waiting for me at my hotel. He was
seated In the outer entrance hall; babe
him follow me into my private salon.
He did so. Abashed at the magnificence
Of the apartment, he paused at the door
way, and stood, red cap In hand. hest
tating, though with an amiable smile on
his sunbnrnt merry countenance.
Come In, amico," said, with an in
vitinR gesture, land sit down. All this
tawdry show Of velvet and gliding must
seem common TO your eyes, that have
rested SO long on the sparkling pomp Of
the fOaming waves, the glorious blue
curtain Of the sky, and the sheeny white
Of the sails Of the Laura cleaning In
the gold Of the sun. Would / could live
such life as yours, Andreal-there Is
nothing better under the width Of
heaven" $780,
The poctical temperament Of the ST.
Gillian was caught and fired by my words.
He at once forgot the splendid appur-
tenances Of wealth and the costly lux:
uries that surrounded him; he advanced
without embarrassment and seated him
self on velvet and gold chair with as
mnch ease as though 1t were q coil Of
rough rope On board the Laura ~
lyon say truly, Eccellenza," he
said with q CLEAN Of his white
teeth through his jet-black NOUS
tache, while his warm southern eyes
flashed fire, "there is nothing sweeter
than the life OF the marinaro. And
truly there arc many who say to me,
All, ali! Andrea, buon AMIGO the time
comes when you will wed, and the home
where the wife and children sit will
seem better thing TO you than the ca
price Of the winds and waves But l.
see you'll know otherwise. The wo-
man wed must love the sea; she must
have the fearless eyes that can look Gods
storms In the iace-her tender words
must ring out all the more clearly for
the sound OF the bubbling waves leaping
against the Laura when the wind 10
high! And as for our children" he
paused and laughed, per 10 6antissima
MADONNA II the salt and iron Of the
ocean b not In their blood, they
will be no children OF mine!
] smiled Of his enthusiasm, and pour
ing out some choice Montepulciano, babe
him taste It. He di I 80 with keen ap-