Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-06-20

cry and suffering. Here my little one
was laid tenderly to rest in warm mother
earth, and had sweet violets and prim-
roses planted thickly all about the place,
while on the simple white marble cross
that marked the spot had the words
engrai d
Una Stella svanita,"#
adding the names of her parents and
the date Of her birth and death. Since
all this had been done l had visited my
wife several times She was always at
home to me. though Of course, for de-
cency's sake, In consequence OF the
child's death, she denied herself to every
body else. She looked lovelier than
ever; the air Of delicate languor she as
sumed suited her as perfectly as Its fra
gIle wilderness suits dollhouse lily. She
knew the power Of her own beauty most
thoroughly, and employed it in arduous
efforts to fascinate me. But l hac
changed my tactics; paid very little
heed 10 her, and never went to see her
unless she asked me very pressingly to
do SO. All compliments and attentions
from me to her had ceased. She courted
me, and accepted her courtship In un-
responsive silence. / played the part OF
q taciturn and reserved man, who pro-
ferred reading some ancient and abstruse
treatise on metaphysics to even the
charms of her societv,-and often, when
she urgently desired my company,
would sit In her drawing room, turning
over the leaves OF book and feigning
to be absorbed in II, while she, from her
velvet fauteuil, would look at me with q
pretty pensiveness made up half OF re-
Spect, half Of gentle admiration-a cap
tally acted facial expression, bv the
bVe. and one that would do credit to
either Miss Eastlake or Sarah Bern
hardt. We had both heard from Guido
Ferrari;-his letter b my wife
I of course did not see;-she
had, however, told me he was
Nmuch shocked and distressed to hear OF
Stella's death" The epistle he addressed
10 me had different tale to toll. In II
he wrote: "You can understand, my
dear Conte, that am not much grieved
TO hear Of the death Of Fabio's child.
Had she lived, confess her presence
would have been Q perpetual reminder
TO me Of things prefer to forget She
never liked me-she might have been o
great source of trouble and inconven-
fence; 80, on the whole, am glad she 10
out Of the way"
Further on in the letter he In
formed me: my uncle Is at
deaths door, but though that door
stands wide open for him, he cannot
make up his mind TO 60 in. His hesita-
ton will not be allowed to last, 50 the
doctors tell meat any rate / fervently
hope / shall not be kept waiting too
long, otherwise shall return to Naples
and sacrifice my heritage, for am rest
less and unhappy away from Nina,
though know she is safely guarded by
your protecting care"
/ read this particular paragraph TO my
wife, watching her closely as l slowly
enunciated the words contained In II.
She listened and a vivid blush crimsoned
her cheeks-a blush Of indignation-ano
her brows contracted in the vexed irown
I knew so we'll. Her lips parted In
half sweet, half chilly smile as she said
quietly:
81 owe you my thanks, Conte, fol
showing me to what extent Signor Fer
rarfs impertinence may reach anl
surprised ct his writing TO you In such
amannerl The fact is, my late husband'i
attachment for him was so extreme, tha'
he now presumes upon supposed righ'
that be has over me,-he fancies l an
really hts sister and that he can tyran'
nize, as brothers sometimes dol really
regret have been so patient with him
Il have allowed him too much liberty.
True enoughl ] thought and spiles