San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-05-25

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Of his attendants raised him from the
bed, and led him INTERESTINGLY away, as
passively obedient as a child, though
sobbing conVulsively as he went.
The rush of tears had saved his
reason, and most probably his
life. A murmur Of enthusiastic applause
greeted the good King as he passed
through the little throng of persons who
had witnessed what had taken place. Ac-
knowledging it with quiet unaffected
bow, be left the house, and signed to the
beccamorti who still waited outside, that
they were now free to perform their mel
ancholy office. He then went on his,way
attended by more heartfelt blessings and
| praises than ever fell to the lot Of the
| proudest conqueror returning with the
| spoils of hundred battles. / looked af-
ter his retreatlng figure till could see it
no more,-I felt that l had grown
stronger foS the mere presence of hero,
"a man who indeed was every inch
king" am royalist,-yes. Governed
| by such Sovereign, few men of calm
| reason would be otherwise. But royalist
though am, would assist in bringing
about the dethronement and death OF
mean tyrant, were he crowned king
like Humbert of Italy,-even now my
heart warns when l think of him
in all the distraction of my suffer
ings, his figure stands out like
a supreme embodied Beneficent Force
surrounded by the clear light Of unset
fish goodness,-a light in which Italia
suns her fair face and smiles again with
the old sweet smile of her happiest days
% f,,l oh do, i,,x hi rh hnr
children were great, simply because
they were earnest. The fault OF all
modern labor lies in the fact that there
is no heart in anything we Dove sell
dom love our work for works sake,-we
perform it solely for what we can get by
it. Therein lies the secret of failure.
Friends will scarcely serve each other
unless they can also serve their own in
tereSts,-true, there are exceptions to
this rule, but they are deemed fools for
their pains.
AS soOn as the king disappeared l also
left the scene of the foregoing incident.
| had fancy to visit the little reStau-
rant where l had been taken i'll, and
after some trouble found it, The door
stood open. | saw the fat landlord, Pie
trO, polishing his glasses as though he
had never left off; and there in the same
corner was the very wooden bench on
which had lain.-where | had-as was
generally ppOsed-died. | stepped in.
The landlord looked up and bade me
good-day. | returned his salutation, and
ordered some coffee and rolls of bread.
Seating myself carelessly at one of the
little tables turned over the newspaper,
while he hustled about in haste TO serve
me. AS he busted and rubbed up cup
and saucer for my use, he said briskly:
You have had long voyage, AMIGO?
And successful tishingP"
For a moment / was confused and
knew not what to answer, but gathering
my wits together smiled and answered
readily in the affirmative.
"And you?" l said gaily. How goes
the choleraP'
The landlord shook his head dolefully.
Holy Joseph! do not speak Of it. The
people die like flies in honey-pot Only
yesterday, body of Bacchus!-who
would have thought it?"
And he sighed deeply as he poured out
the steaming coffee and shook his head
more SOrrowfully than before.
"Why, what happened yesterday" l
asked, though l knew perfectly well
what he was going to say;-"I am a
stranger in Naples, and empty of news"
The perspiring Pietro laid fat thumb
on the marble top Of the table, and with
it traced pattern meditatively.
you never heard of the rich Count
Romani?" he inquired.
Imade sign in the negative, and
bent my face over my coffee-cup.
"Ah, well!'' he went on with a half
Rroan, cit does not matter-there is no
Count Romani any more. 1t is all gone
finished But he was rich-as rich as
the king, they say-you see how low the
saints brought him? Fra Cipriano of the
Bendictines carried him in here yester-
day mOrnin2-he was struck by the
plague-in five hours he was dead" here
the landlord caught mosquito and
killed it-"ahl as dead as that zanZara!
Yes, he lay dead on that very wooden
bench opposite to you. They buried
him before sunset 1t is like a bad
dream!"
| affected to be deeply engrOssed with
the cutting and spreading OF my roll and
butter.
II see nothing particular about it,"
said, indifferently. THAT he was rich
is nothing, rich and poor must die
alike"
And that is true, very true" assent
ed Pietro with another groan, ''fOr not
all his poverty could save the blessed
CiprianO."
l started, but quickly controlled my
self
What do you mean?" l asked, as care
lessly as | could. Are you talking of
some saint?"
well, if he were not canoniZed he
deserves to be-" replied the Landlords;
81 spake of the holy Benedictine father
who brought hither the Count Romani
I'm q diving condition. Ali little he knew