Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-09-28

move to and fro-that is for wellto-dt
folks, not for US; and when you are so i'll
my poor little one, that you can scarcely y
stand on your feet, if you were to die or
the way"
81 shall not die on the way" said the
child firmly.
"But I know nought of the way" he
cried, wildly and piteously. "Never was
in one of those strings of fire-led wagons,
ever heard tell Of; how should we ever
get there, you and L? I know not even
rightly what place it is.''
Il know" said Lizina, and she took q
crumbled scrap of paper out of the breast OF
her worn and frayed cotton frock. 1t bore
the name of the seashore town where Cecco
had died. She had got the priest to write
it down for her. eff we show this all along
as we 60 people will put US right until we
reach the place, she said, with that quiet
persstency which was so new in her.
Lizina, in the double cruelty of her
childhood and of her ill health. was merci-
! less to her father, and to the tree which had
| been her companion so long. She was
| possessed by the egotism of sorrow. She
| was little thing, now enfeebled and broken
by long nights without sleep and long days
without food, and her heart was set on this
one idea, which she did not reveal-that
she would die down there and then they
would put her in the same ground with him.
This was her idea.
In the night she got up noiselessly,
whilst her father was for awhile sunk in the
deep sleep which comes after hard manual
toll, and came up to the lemon tree and
leaned her cheek against its earthen vase.
81 am sorry to send you away, deary," she
said to it; "but there is no other way to go
to him."
Her father hid his face in his hands; he
felt helpless before her stronger will. She
would force him to do what she desired; he
knew and he trembled, for he had neither
knowledge nor means to make such a journey
as this would be, to the marsh lands in the
west, where Cecco lay.
'tAnd the tree, the tree" he muttered.
He had seen the tree so long by that little
square window; it was part OF his life and
hers.
The thought'of its sale terrified him as if
he were going to sell some human friend
into bondage.
'There is no other way," said Lizina,
sadly. She, too was loath to sell the tree;
but they had nothing else to sell and the
intense selfishness OF fixed idea possessed
her to the exclusion of all other feeling
Then the cough shook her once more from
head to foot and little froth OF blood came
to her lips.
She felt as If it must understand and must
feel wounded. Then she broke off little
branch-a small one with few flowers on
it. ''That Is for him." she said to it; and
she stood there stupidity with the moon
light pouring in on her and the lemon tree
through the little square hole of the win
dow. When she got back to her bed she
was chilled to the bone, and she stuffed the
rough sacking of her coverture between her
teeth, to stop the coughing which might
wake her father She had put the little
branches of her lemon tree into the broken
pitcher which stood by her at night to slake
her thirst
''Sell it, Babba, quick, quick" she said
in the morning. She was afraid her strength
would not last for the journey, but she did
not say so. She tried to seem cheerful-he
thought her better.
But she was so young, and had been al
ways so strong, he thought, this would pass
before long; and she would be herself again
brisk, brown, agile, mirthful, singing at
the top of her voice as she ran through the
lines of the cherry trees. He denied him.
self everything to get her food, and left
himself scarce enough to keep the spark of
life in him. He sold even his one better
suit of clothes and his one pair of boots;
but she had no appetite, and, perceiving
his sacrifice, took it so piteously to heart
that it made her worse
To be continued to-nsorrou