The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1891-11-07

clplCaJely at his entrance.
Il came" she said, trembling and grow
ing still paler, Il came by the advice of my
teacher of Italian literature, C.lvalier Val
iani. l have written story tast might, il
you think best, find place in your beauti-
full newspaper-in the appendix, of course"
Anderni was not bad hearted, but that
morning he felt i'll disposed and irritated.
His uncle had refused him the two thou
sand lire which he could not do without,
considering the severe necessity of his trip
to Berlin.
The girl who stood before him was rather
plain, pale as ghost, and badly dressed;
no doubt she belonged to the inhuman
phalanx of women who write romances and
wear mourning as to their finger nail. Auffi
All her hopes must be crushed at once, and
at one blow
Il am sorry" he answered slowly. tear
ing open neryously the envelopes of the let
tiers and wrappers and newspapers. 81 am
sorry, my dear young lady, but The Gre
puscolo has pigeonholes full of stories
which perhaps it will never publish. Yours
excuse me, what is it about? How is it
entitled?"
The young girl felt her throat com
pressed as if by hand of iron, and blamed
hundred times over the hour and the mo-
presenting herself to that discourteous
man, yet, since now there is no turning
back
81 is moral story" she stammered; "a
story where it is shown"--
THAT virtue is its own reward?" asked
the journalist laughing, while he began to
make notes in regard to the letters which
he was arranging in an elegant letter file
1.-The theme could not be more amusing.
And the title, pleases"
" THE Last Love-" murmured the I'M
happy girl, in a spent voice. believe,
signor, that have written it with soul
with feeling. There are none of the usual
descriptions of things not honest, as are too
much the fashion nowadays; but you will
see that in my story there is truth from
the first to the last page, and'-
II am perfectly convinced of what you
tell me, dear young lady," said Anderni,
absent mindedly, without noticing the Wis
IDLE physical sufferings that changed her
pure little face. But, you see, yours is
just the sort of story that does not suit a
newspaper"
Ihen You take away every hope from
meY said the girl, swaying, placing in
stinctively her hand upon her heart
For PHYS sake, don't talk in that SEN
timental wayl We will see it some other
time These young ladies All with the
mania to write, while so many hands are
needed in trades-in woman's work. More
over"- He could not continue The
young girl stretched her arms toward
him as if in search of aid, stammered one
word-only one-the first that we learn as
babies: Mammal And turning quickly she
fell stiff upon the same divan where, a few
minutes before, she had dreamed of COM
fort for her poor old woman
Anderni gave a sti1ed cry, and rushed to
her The poor girl breathed no more; her
eyes were wide open, glazed, and her lips
contracted.
"Quickp' he shouted, opening the door
Quick, a physicianl" All the staff has
tened into the little sanctum, and the
young man with the weary eyes ran to the
girl, raising her poor lifeless head upon his
shoulder.
"She is dead, ? said Adolph Lewis, after
having felt her pulse. AT any rate, / will
run for the doctor"
She is deadl she is dead!" they all ex-
claimed, shaking their heads. Only the
young man with the tired eyes did not
speak, but busted himself with composing
decently the dress and damp hair of An
nina.
Gomez cried Anderni, turning to Fabio |
Leoni, the reporter of The Crepuscolo |
Don't stand there spellbound before the |
girl Take this manuscript and send it to
the composing room. 1t would be better
that you should take it there yourself. |
Have it set up at once, with paragraph /
about it. Tell the facts briefly"
And as Fabio Leoni remained dazed, |
looking at the girl:
Look hereP' cried the chief editor, agi-
tated, convulsed. This girl has brought
me work of hers, The Last Love- and /
has died while handing it to me. Do you
take in the Importance of this fact2 1t is
solemn, mysterious thing. We must get
out double edition of the paper. You |
can announce the story at once as a refined, |
honest thing destined to interest our fair |
readers~but make haste-the deucel All,
here is the physicianl Doctor"
All gathered again around the corpse, |
and the word aneurism passed from one
mouth to another
1T is necessary to inform the coroner /
and the Misericordia at once, said the doc /
tor, beginning to write.
All returned, more or less affected, into I
the editorial room to prepare the number |
which was to come out at noon. Only the (
weary eyed young man staid, unobserved, |
to contemplate the dead girl. oh! at last /
he recollected. The little waxen face that |
was before him resembled that Of his only I
sister, dead of consumption year before. |
when he had gone on The Crepuscolo at I
fifty lire a month
The brethren of the Misericordia came,
in midst of a crowd of idlers who wished /
to learn what the facts were But no one /
knew, not even poor little old woman in I
Via Panica, who had heard the three
strokes of the bell of the charitable com
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