New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1891-08-05
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CHAPTER XLyI.
MADAME ANN1NA.

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wholly acquainted, and over which
We nave no control, would be ouiet
superf1uous to my intelligent readers
When the second floor front at Mrs.
NreJous' found for seven consecutive
mornings his boots cleaned and his
lreakfast ready without having had
80. raise hlsVolce once in supplication,
\ son1aeemnatlon, or threat and that he
lgnt actually count on being able to
give a whole haF-hour to the discus
SION OF his meal before starting on his
C e'1e duties, instead of, as
Y}eret ofore, swallowing cup of coffee
q oooG IN hand, and choking over a.
j crumbling roll while arming himself
4 with that one which accompanied him
I'm his morning rounds-when all this
gradually became realized to the
senses OF Signor Sponetti, he was far
rom attrlbuting the genial state of
Shlngs to the influence of the shaggy
Villain then living in durance vile, and
ABUSING his Ill luck and enemies, who
would not allow him to plumber and
in peace to himself.
4 @E Yet so it was; if Mat Yawmans had
not, by the fracas which he had caus-
ed, compelled Nelly to remove to a
greater distance, the faithful follower
and ally, Tom, need never have risen
by five A. M. daily to acquit himself of
certain domestic duties-among 9TH
4 srs,. the providing himself with an
.arly and substantial breakfast; and
1gnor Sponetti would have failed to
aeap the result in boots beti1nes pol
1shed, and water boiling any time after
half-past five.
The fact, however, is undeniable,
and, as Toms mother said, though
ignorant OF the precise quarter whence
The favorable breeze proceeded, ''it
was an i'll wind that blew nobody
good, for she always found breakfast
ready and everything to her hand
when she came down though that
sscapegrace was off and she never set
eeyes on him. He made tremendous
Z fires, too-but there it wouldn't last,
she expected"
Tom, meanwhile, had made rapid
Stracks for his little friends new home;
FOR it was in accordance with his earn
/ est desire and solemn promises of new
!sfer emitting to bring her home, that
! for which, much as she loved to be
with her mother, she pinned constantly.
Truth to say, the little one entertain
ed hope Of one day again seeing the
lady who had so fascinated her young
soul; and she often entertained her
companion with her hopes, but Tom
seemed little disposed to encourage
1.-The wish.
~ But, oh! those were glorious morn
ings for the lad, when he had earned
his claim to the pleasure, too, by
self-denial and industry Often Tom
had not given himself time to eat his
[ breakfast-at least, SO he said; and
Z then his appetite seemed to fail him,
& for it was literally shared with his
4,companion, who, poor child, made
but q faint show of resistance, for,
k-alas! the home supply did not increase
Ean proportion to the wants Of grow
sing girl.
Fl Nelly's eyes had failed her of late
II fear weeping by night had much to
4 do with it-and the work made slow
progress in consequence. 1t was this
fact which had helped to induce her
to permit Ida's return; little as the
girl earned, it was a help, and the
pleasure and zest it afforded her
lyoung existence doubled it in value:
It had been, however, stipulated
I. that Ida should return home at an
early hour in the afternoon, accom-
panied, as the case might be, by her
mother, who made her visit to the
. warehouse at the time, or by Tom, if
his engagements permitted such a.
sacrifice to friendship. One fine after
noon, about four o'clock, as he had
arranged in the morning, Tom had
I called at Stocker's, and found Ida
awaiting him, with a little packet of
9 work, which he had insisted on carry
4 ang home with her. Tom was in haste
{ he had some proofs to take on the
,road-so they set out at once. They
had got to the end of the principal
I street out of which the one turned
where Mrs. Stocker dwelt, when Ida
started, exclaiming, in a tone Of
delight
'"Tom, Tom, it's the LADY," Tom
]. needed no further explanation to un-
<derstand that the lady whom he per-
ceived driving towards them in a
:basket-work chaise with couple Of
grey ponies, was Madame Annina,
even before hehad seen and recognised
her by the never-to-be-forgotten vel
low masses OF her peculiar hair.
Ida had clasped her hands, and
made a full stop, as if under the in
fuence Of a spell,
"Come on, Ida," said Tom. Don't
notice; she mayn't want to see you"
But the lady, as soon as she saw
them, made straight to where they
stood, and. drawing deity up to the
curb, she beckoned them to approach.
A!Fhe very thingp she exclaimed.
care you going home, fairy?" Ida
managed to answer that she was.
1'And-so am I. I want to know
where your mother lives, and you can
show me. So jump in, and you shall
he my eyes, and I, orrather the ponies,
shall be your legs. Know that fable?
I'll tell it to you as we go along. Now,
Look sharpp
R,,t5 Tom did not seem inclined To