Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1893-11-17

It things, 1t seemed 10 MIN tnat cOc
e crowed in his heart
|. Finally, the baron was stricken b.
/. an apoplexy, and the old doctor. Dol
t. Luc;i Vitale. came and looked thrOuyl
, his great horn-rimmed glasses, tool
n snuff, and shook his head. He DIES
= patched a servant to the palace O.
, the Bishop, and then turned to Cirillo
saying to him: Run to call the heir
his father, perhaps, can at least press
, his hand"
Cirillo clapped his palm upon his
right leg, above the knee, for it ap
} peared to him that the doctor was
. shrewd enough to see through the
cloth of his trousers. He met Don
Corradino coming into tie courtyard
from the boar hunt; the signorino
threw down his gun and ran to the
chamber where the old baron lay in the
: great bed with red silk curtains. and
Grillo thrust himself into his den
under the stairs, until he heard Don
I Lucas heavy tread descending and
the great door open and close as the
physician went out. That occasion was
past, and he had not denied mamma
/: Bibana
! After the time of mourning for the
Old baron was ended, the new baron.
Don Corradino, sold some lands, and
! it was known that he was going to
Paris of France MAESTRO Gaetano
would rule things, as indeed he had
done for years; Cirillo also would re-
main; the women were dismissed, and
Donna Sabina Mosca was pensioned
and went to live at the house of Il
niece at COsenZa, with money enough
to let her pass the days with her hands
upon her belt. When after Il year the
baron returned, he brought with him
Il servant from Paris, a young fellow
with moustaches like Il cat, mischievous
as Il red donkey, who made a butt
Of CirillO, and sneered when the poor
man, leased by those unkind looks,
let fall dish ON the floor This man
aped CirillO'S movements and modes;
and did so much that at last the baron
said: 'Ohe, Cirillo, here you come in
like Pontius PLATE into the creed; it
is better far for you to stay in the
stables. and take care of my horses"
So Cirillo slept no more under the
stairs, but in the hay-loft. 1t appeared
that those good beasts knew more
than Christians; they understood that
Cidillo was of noble race. like them
selves, and they took to loving him.
He cleaned and fed them, and trained
the colts; and whenever the baron
sent any to be sold at CoSenza, Cirillo
led them by the halter; and when the
bargain was made, he with the preteXt
of tightening the leather strap, would
approach to the ear of the horse and
whisper: "Good-bye and good luck, my
brother!'
Then the baron took the whim to
go as far as England, where's they never
see the SIN because of the big fog; and
that time also he brought back SER
want, 4 nimble little man with red
face, and gave him charge Of the
stables, where he cheWed straws and
Kissed like Il serpent as he grOomed
the horses, and commanded Cirillo to
bring buckets of water. Look, CirillO,"
said the baron, now that there is Tom
my for the horses, go you to the chest
nuts
Up there, on the mountain, the chest
nut crop had been computed upon the
trees by compare Nunzio, who came
from Malito on third for
massaro Cola Brancalupo, who had the
torre and the groves on meZZadria, and
two thirds for the baron that owned
the land. Cirillo had to watch the
drying of the chestnuts, night and
1ay in Tho ocri1 Smolza Of tha crrpaO
wood that at first gave him Il deuced
cough, while the tears ram down his
face. But he became used to it, as
to everything. At the Spelatura, he
trampled the nuts with his wooden
shoes, stimulating the other fellows
that worked with him, and crying,
Viva SAINT Antonio!' while the down
of the cheStnutS flew in the air and the
nuts ratified in the sleeves. Then later
in November, he went with the long
line of ploughs to the fields of the
VALID, where the black earth steamed;
while the quailS flew over in great
tiocks on the way to Africa, crying
qua, qua, qua Then to the olive
groves, where Cirillo swung himself
among the highest branches, with his
long arms, to beat down the olives,
while men, women and children crept
about on the muddy ground to gather
them. At Ave Maria, shelter was
sought in the farmhouse; there the
lads and girls danced to the cOrnamusa
and the ciaramedda. But Cirillo in
vited no one to dance; who would dance
with him, ugly as he was? The mas
saro talked with him about the old
baron, good soul, and the eNtrava-
gances of the young baron; and also
about King Vittorio, who soon would
have driven away all the strangers,
like so many wolves. But l am not
yet DID, thought Cirillo, and if it
was known that l am the baron, even
comare A[enica there would dance with
me, ugly as / am"
After the olives, Cirillo had to work
in the fields, those fat fields of the
VALID where malaria overcomeS the
peasant and puts him to bed with the
fever. SO it happened to Cirillo; and
he took refuge in hoyel there, near
IA pond, and every day that he had the
fever he stayed under coverlet and
his great cloak, with a kerchief on his
head; and other days he went in a
cracked boat that was there, to catch
fish and cells in the pond. He caught
frogs, too, which in Calabria are
called singing fishes, and since he was
No lappa,. ahla RI work for. fha harDn