The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1891-07-03

and the rapid whisklng e00utOf femal
, garments. In few moments the doc
ter entered with an expression Of sar
n donic amusement on his face. Eyes" b,
, said IN reply to my look Of inquiry
! mysteries, lace handkerchiefs, eau d.
, Cologne, and attempts at fainting. Al
very well donel / have assured the lad!
there is no fear of contagion, as unde
my orders everything will be disinfected
l shall go now. Oh, by the way, the
Countess requests that you will wal
here a few minutes-she had Q messag,
for you-she will not detain You long.
should recommend you to get back Il
your hotel as soon as you can, and TAX,
some good wine. A rever6erci Any
thing / can do for you, pray command
me!!'
And with cordial shake of the hand
he left me, and heard the street door
close behind him. Again l paced wear.
fly up and down, wrapped up in sorrow
full musings. / did not hear stealthy
tread on the carpet behind me, SC
that when turned around
abruptly, ! was started to find
myself face to face with old Giacomo,
who held out . note to me on a silver
salver, and who meanwhile peered at me
through his eager eyes in 50 inquisitive
Q manner that l felt almost uneasy.
"And so the little angel is dead!' he
murmured In a thin quivering voice.
Dead! Ay, that is pity, pity! But
my master is not dead-no, no! l am
not such an old fool as to believe that "
l paid no heed to his rambling talk,
but read the message Nina had sent to
me through him.
81 am broken-hearted!" so ran the
delicately pencilled lines. evil you
kindly telegraph my dreadful loss to Sig
nor Ferrari? shall be so much obliged
to you" looked up from the perfumed
missive, and down at the old
man and much bent, and something in
the downward glance I gave him evil
IDENTIFY caught and riyeted his attention,
for he clasped his hands together and
muttered something could not hear.
TELL your Mistress" said, speaking
slowly and harshly, "that / will do as
she wishes. That l am entirely at her
service. Do you understands
Eyes, yes! l UNDERESTIMATE faltered
Giacomo nervously. My master never
thought me foolish-I could always I'M
derstand him. :"
do you know, my friend" observed
in purposely cold and cutting tone,
that / have heard somewhat too much
about your master? The subject is tire
some to me! Were your master alive, he
would say you were in your dotagei Take
my message to the Countess at once"
ha old So 20 Id / &.
quivered.-he made an attempt to draw
up his shrunken figure with q sort Of
dignity as he ANSWERED.
"Eccellenza, my master would never
speak to me so-never, neyer!' Then
his countenance fell and be muttered
softly-"Though it is just am fool
Il am mistaken-quite mistaken-there
is no resemblance" After little pause
he added humbly, 81 will take your mes
sage, Eccellenza. And STOPPING more
than ever he shambled out of the room.
My heart smote me as he disappeared. l
had spoken very harshly to the poor old
fellow, but l instinctively felt that it
was necessary to do SO. His close and
ceaseless examination of me-his timidity
when he approached me-the strange
tremors he experienced when l addressed
him-were so many warnings to me to
be on my guard with this devoted do
nestle. Were he, by some unforeseen
chance, to recognize me, my plans would
all be spoilt l took my hat and left
the house. As crossed the
upper terrace saw small
round object lying in the grass,
it was Stella's ball that she used to
throw for Wyvis to catch and bring to
her. l picked up the poor plaything
tenderly and put 1t in my pocket-and
glancing up once more at the darkened
nursery windows, waved kiss of fare
we'll to my little one lying there in her
last sleep. Then fiercely controlling all
the weaker and softer emotions that
threatened to overwhelm me, l hurried
away. On my road to the hotel l stop
ped at the telegraph Office and dispatched
the news of Stella's death tn Guido Fer
rari in Rome. He would be surprised l
thought but certainly not grieved-the
poor child had always been in his way.
Would he come back to Naples to console
the now childless widow? Not he!-he
would know well that she stood in very
small need of sonsolation-and that she
took Stella's death as she had taken mine
as blessing and not bereavement
On reaching my own rooms, gave orders
to Vincenzo that l was not at home to
any one who might call-and l passed
the rest Of the day in absolute solitude.
| had much to think of. The last frail
tie between my wife and myself had been
snapped asunder-the child, the one in
nocent link in the long chain of false
hood and deception, no longer existed.
Was l glad or sorry for this? / asked
myself the question hundred times
and | admitted the truth, though !
trembled to realize it was glad-yes
glad! Glad that my own child was
dead! You call this inhuman perhaps?
Why? She was bound to have been
miserable; she was now happy.
The tragedy of her parents lives
could be enacted without embittering and
darkening her young days, she was out
Of il all, and rejoiced to know it For
/ was absolutely relentless, had my lit
tie Stella lived, not even for her sake
would / have relaxed in one detail OF my
vengence-nothing seemed to me so
paramount as the necessity for restoring
my own self-respect and damaged hon.
our. In England / know these things
are managed by the divorce court Law
yers are paid exorbltant fees, and the
names of the guilty and innocent are
dragged through the revolving slums Of
the low London press. 1t may be an
excellent method-but it does not tend
to elevate man in his own eyes, and it
certainly does not do much TO restore his
lost dignity. 1t has one advantage-it
enables the criminal parties TO have their
way without further INTERCHANGEABLE
wronged husbands set free-left out In
the cold-and laughed at by those who
wronged him. An admirable arrange
ment no doubt-but one that would not
suit me. Chacun q son goHt! 1t would
be curious to know in matters of this
kind whether divorced persons are really