The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1892-12-03
WESTMINSTER, MD, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 3. 1892.


Daynton. 1t was an evening of golden
sunlight, melting gradually into silver
moonlight, with all those surprising cloud
and scenic aceompaniments which are part
of the fascination of the little island
Phil dined at the table d 'hotc, hurried
away ere half the courses were through
Carolina was waiting for him in the door
way of the shoe shop in the tiny piazza of
the town, and together they sauntered
down the lanes between roses and gerani-
ums to the little boat place
They had not gone far, however, when,
with shy glance into her lovers eyes, the
girl remarked
''GiOvannino is home to-day
And who may Giovannino be- asked
Phil, smiling.
"Oh he is Giovannno. He is very pas
sionate that is the worst of him We were
brought up together, and
Well"
He is my own age or little older.
not much"
Phil pressed the round arm that hung
on his, looking merrily into Cardinals dark
eyes, the unusual expression in which did
not trouble him, and having laughed, again,
dismissed Giovannno from his mind
But when they came to the Capocchia
Greek, a man in blue cotton jacket and
with light woolen cap on his head was
seen sitting on the gunhale of their boat.
That said Carolina, ':is Giovannino,'
and she with drew her arm from his,
However, Giovannino, since that was his
name, had seen them, and was already ap-
preaching them rapidly. He began to call
ont phrases which Phil knew were re-
proaches and insults, and when he was
close to them it seemed as if he would i'll
treat the girl.
"Keep your distance, - said Phil angrily.
The man lifted his cap sardonicalIy.
Enough" he said Il do not allow
my 'sposa' to keep company with you any
longer, signor.
"'Sposa :" cried Phil, and he felt as if
he could eat dust from very shame.
In effect, it is the same thing We
shall be married within the month. She
has always been mine-from the first
Make your adieux, sisnor, beg; for she
and | return together this night, without
you.
Phil stood like one petrifed, Then he
turned upon the girl. There could be no
doubt about it. He saw in her face that
vague expression of attachment-not to-
wards him-which the Southern woman
wears in the presence of her hearts master
1T is true, Carolina he asked dismally.
Isl, signor, she replied.
Mrs. Falconer was horribly i'll during the
passage the next morning. She looked ex-
tremeIy yellow when Phil was brought to
her. But her physical discomfort soon
gave up troubling her when she heard the
young man : sorrowful tale to its glad con
clusion
"Will Bee ever forgive me p he asked
You'll have to put the question to her,
my dear boy" replied the lady, hilariousy,
Certainly it was very, very wrong of you
to be led away like that They are a dread
ful people, these Italiaus-the women, |
mean You must take us home next week,
Phil, if you please.
"Then, You think she will not he herd
on me ?"
I'm sure she won't; besides, you really
look quite sufficiently punished.
To tell the truth, Bee Falconer showed
no rancor at all when Phil unbosomed him
self to her But she could not veil the
gladness in her eyes, and her hearts graft
tude for the speedy return to her of the
lower whom she thought she had lost As
for Phil. he felt that Bee was really dearer
to him than she had ever yet been.