Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1892-02-02
4 WEDDING PRESENT.


cious garden
90 not remarkable in any way. There
r,are book shelves all around, few
.hairs here and there and books and pa
Dsrs scattered about in great disorder
r,.t sort of literary disorder which pre-
Ills almost without exception in the
.ao,us If those who are devoted to intel
Iectual work.
As the village church bell rang for
oclock he turned instinctively toward
tbe door. then shook his head with
sgb and going to the table he began to
rnfold some manuscripts But before
the bell had finished ringing the door
opened and young girl OF perhaps 20
years. graceful in figure and with brown
hair and eyes, entered the room.
"Hood morning. papa.
He who. at her appearance, could not
conceal his emotion, kissed her on the
forehead and exclaimed:
To-day also?'
To-day nofr t'ltn ever, she replied
And with u shade of sadness in her
voice she added:
ols not this the last day?
DO you really want TOT?
sYes." replied the girl tenderly.
Il want to be your secretary today,
also. OF course we cannot finish the
book, but we can get through the chap
ter we are at work upon"
Giorgio Passeri insisted that Emilia
as she was called, should abandon such
strange idea. for she must indeed have
other things in her mind that day. But
she was immovable-she had always been
little obstinate
"Very well" concluded the father,
finally "Sit down at the table" And
after standing for moment perplexed
be continued:
I'VE will LET the book go, today.
Take instead some other paper"
What are you going to dor" she asked.
Keep still and write he answered
approaching her and caressing her hair.
Then he began to dictate in the follow.
ing way;
"They two. father and daughter, had
lived alone together for many years"
"Oh,r said Emilia, lifting her eyes
lust like you and me-"
He motioned to her to keep silence, ant
then continues:
They were left alone when she wa
only years old, and he was not yet 30.
But that is just our case"
If you keep on interrupting me
shall lose the thread of my story"
And he continued:
She, poor little thing. could not ap
preciate her loss: but he, in addition t
his own sorrow, felt that which sh
would have realized if she had beel
older 1t seemed to him that all his al
lection could not possibly make up +
his dear little girl the lack of a mother
sweet and tender care. Some of his re
lations offered to take charge of til
child, as it was thought difficult for hiI
to bring her up alone; but he rejecte
the generous offer as if it had been a
offense He would not be deprived c
his child or make her twice an orphan.
Two or three times during this diets
ton Emilia had tried to put in a wore
but her father, with slight movemen
OF command and of entreaty, had silence
her observations, and she finally resigne
herself to write in silence, as he wished
Thus they lived together, having
the house only two servants and COY
erness, the latter of which, to tell til
truth, was changed quite frequently, +
Jealous was the father of any one WI
had an influence over the child. And, f.;
she grew up, beautiful, lovely and int
hgent, he took pride in carrying out he
education himself.
She, on her part. was not happy III
less she was with her father; he was Ii,
only her instructor, but the chosen con
panion of her sport, and it was seldol
THAT she ever left the house with any OF
but him
The lapse of time only served to NAL
THIS band stronger and more tende
When she was ID years old rath
amusing scene occurred between the t
Their and daughter. She declared OIL
evening, with great solemnity. that 81
would hive forever with her babbo, al
that she would not do like other gil
VINO leave their home some fine day al
90 of with the first conner. The faith
then replied, smiling: oh, you will (
Just as the others do and she rose
great fury, and began to cry and decla
that her father did not want her al
more, If he talked in that way. s.
rushed sobbing from his presence. sh
herself up in her room, and was in
covering passion for two or three day
The signor"-
This time Emilia could not restra
herself. and said. laughing: 1.-THE Sign
Giorgio."
No, no." said her father-''the 81
nor Puntiai." And he went on dictatin
The Signor Puntini WAS afflicted wi
IN 'ncurable malady."
"oh, babbol" exclaimed Emilia. "y
nau an lnculable maladyg"
Yes, indeed. But go on writing a
aont interrupt me-"
The malady of spelling paper wi
W,itlng novels, romances and poem
winch went so far as to be printed a
FOUND and seen in the windows Of
booksellers.
!. NOW this daughter had great curl
~ TO read all this trash while it was ,
AZ manuscript, and she used to rumma
through her fathers papers, thi
mnlcn was not without some inconv'
ence' However, with the inconv'
's4ee there was some advantage, and