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

Drown arms she threw open the wide
easement OF tho sitting room had TAX
en-, and babe me view her orchard. II
was fresh green strip Of verdure and
foliage--about eight acres Of good land,
planted entirely with apple-trees.
"Yes, truly!" she said. showing her
white teeth In pleased smile, as l made
the admiring remark she expected.
'Avcllino has long had n name
for its apples--but thanks to tho Holy
Mother, think In the season there
Is no fruit In oil the ncighborhood
liner than mine. The produce OF 1t
brings me almost enough to live upon
that and the house, when can find sig
II ri willing to dwell with me. But few
strangers como hithcr; sometimes an art
list, sometimes poet-such as these are
soon tired OF galcty. and are glad 10 rest.
To common persons l would not open
my dOor-not Tor pride, ali no! but when
one has girl, one cannot DO too
careful"
"You have O daughter, thcn?"
Her fierce eyes sot,encd.
"One-my Lila. call her my bless
ing, and too good for me. Often fancy
that 10 Is because she tends them that
the trees bear so well, and the apples
are so sound and sweet And when she
drives the load OF fruit to market, and
sits so smilingly behind the team, It
seems to me that her very face brings
luck to tho sale"
smiled ut the mothers enthusiasm,
and sighed. had no fair faiths left
could not even believe In Lila. My land
lady, Signora Monti rs she was called,
saw that looked fatigued, and left inc
to myself, during my stay ] saw
very little of her. Vincenzo con-
shutting himself my major
domo, or rather becoming for my sake n
sort OF amiable slave, always looking TO
the smallest details of my comfort, and
studying my wishes with an anxious so.
licitude that touched while II gratiiied
me. had been fully three days In nv
retreat before he ventured TO enter upon
any conversation with me, for he had
observed that l always sought to be-
alone, that took long, solitary ramblcS
through the woods and across the hills;
and, not daring to break through my
taciturity, he had contentcd himself by
merely attending to my material COM
forts in silence. One afternoon, how
ever, after clearing away the romans OF
my light luncheon, he fingered in the
room.
THE Eccellenza has not vet seen Lila
MONTH";" he asked hesitatingly.
l looked ut him In some surprise.
There was a blush on his olive-tinted
cheeks and an unusual sparkle in his
eyes. For the first time l realized that
this valet OF mine was handsome young
fellow.
"Seen Lila MONTH";" 1 repeated, half
absently; "oh, you mean the child OF
the landlady? No, have not seen her.
Why do you ask?"
Vincenzo smiled. pardon, Eccellen-
"a; but she is beautiful, and there is u
saying In my province-Be the heart
heavy as q stone, the sight Of a fair face
will tighten it!'
/ gave an impatient gesture. "All
folly, Vincenzo. Beauty is the curse OF
the world. Read history, and you
shall find the greatest conquerors and
sages ruined and disgraced by its snares."
thought OF the announcement i had
made at the banquet Of my own APP
preaching marriage, and strove TO rec.
oncle IL with the apparent inconsistent
cy OF my present observation. But he
was too discreet TO utter his mind aloud.
he merely said,
mo noubt you are right, Excellenza.
Still one Is glad to see the roses bloom,
and the stars shine, and the foam-bellS
sparkle on the waves,-so one is glad to
see Lila Monti
l turned round in my chair to observe
him more closely-the flush deepened on
his cheek as regarded him. laughed
with bitter sadness.
''In love, AMIGO, art thou? So soon!-
three days-and thou hast fallen a prey
to the smile OF Lila! l am sorry for
thee!"
He interrupted me eagerly.
"The Eccellenza is in error! l would
not dare-she is too innocent.-she
knows nothing! She is like little
bird in the nest, so soft 'and
tender,-a word OF love would
brighten her; should be coward to
utter It,"
Well, we'll! thought, what was the
use of sneering at the poor fellow! Why,
because my own love had turned TO
ashes in my grasp should mock ut
those who fancied they had found the
golden fruit OF the Hesperides? Vim
cenzo, once soldier, now half courier,
half valet, was something OF a poet ut
heart; he had the grave meditative turn
OF mind common TO Tuscans. together
with that amorous fire that ever burns
under their lightly worn MASK OF SEEM
ing reserve.
/ reused myself to appear interested.
II see, Vincenzo," l said with o
kindly air OF banter, 'that the sight
OF Lila Mnnli more than COM