The Press., 1893-10-26
He sno,1a more clearly now in Italian.

mel know it; I feel it. Since frstT saw you knew we were for each other. ]"
 "But no, Giuseppe Hush, say. can't be for you. Since two years I am promised. My word is passed"
 .sAnd who is it that holds 8 child by her word when she loves him not?''
 sOh, hush, Giuseppe! He don't hold me. hold myself He is the best man in all the world. He loves me more than even my maw Since was so big he loved me, and 1 loved him good, but since you came am. not the same. lam not fit. run away with you, and then when 1 see him I am sorry and speak kind with him, but all the time l see you. He trusts me, Giuseppe, same like l trust the Blessed Mother. He even put my name by her name once. and you have all broken me hearted, Giuseppe, and made me turn away from him. l wish was dead-and you-and himI"
 There were tears in her voice.
 But listen, Carlotta. You don't un- derstand. Nothing is true but love. Everything else comes after-promises, mistakes, all-everythingl Love is from God Almighty. He never sends love like mine but he sends the answer too. For two months have read my answer in your eyes and was satisfied. but it was sweet to wait, to sing, to play, to laugh all around it, making believe l was not sure But am sure You are mine."
 ''Oh, but no, no, no, Giuseppel 1 am not for you. If 1 was that mean, God would never bless me nor you. It would bring a curse. You cannot understand"
 "Who is this coward who holds you?"
 But hush! Heis no coward, Giuseppe. Me, am coward-but not him. It was me what made him speak love. You talk about God! For what does God let us make mistakes? How can we be sure? l was crazy for him, and in my heart felt srlre-sure it was love, and l told him, Giuseppe. made him love me. And now-if only you go away, Giu- scope! If you love me true, go and let me have peace and not trouble. Go far and let me forget the sound of your music let me forget your eyes-let me not see your shape in the air which way turn. Then it will all pass away. and will be like before. love him good, Giuseppe. am not 8 liar. Only now am like in a dream, and in my dream see only you. Now see, know what you meant, Giuseppe, when you said in your sleep stood before you. But soon will wake. I will see his kind eyes, and it will pass He will never know"
 And who is this man for whom you put me away?'
 ct is time enough, Giuseppe, but bet ter if you never know him. Go far away"
 "I go not away without you, Carlotta. Every day will come till l get you. will walk by your side before this man. and when he looks at us he will see he is a fool"
 "I walk with you no more, Giuseppe Tonight finishes. Come, let us go. l heard a noise, and just now over there shadow moved. l am afraid. Come"
 As they rose to go the accordion, which Giuseppe grasped hastily in ris- ing, opening by it's own weight, sent out an attenuated discordant vail. And to Pat sitting alone in the shadow beneath it sounded like weird banshee's shriek coming from far over the seas.
 The tender tremor in Carlotta's voice when first she spoke Giuseppe's name had struck his heart like deathknell, and the words which followed were but as clods falling upon coffin. The girls loyalty through all seemed to mock him, like hymn at a grave. It was as the silver sheen upon the silken fabric of a shroud-the smile upon the face of death.
 For long time after they had gone the heavy timbers about him were not more still than he.
 Once he thought he heard soft steps above him. If he had risen, he might have seen two dark figures peering stealthily about as if looking for some one. They might have been assassins in ambush.
 But Pat did not even glance upward.
 Can any one by simply imagining be sure he half understands how this man felt, or must he have passed through the shades of a like sorrow to know it's black, bleak depths and the hopelessness of it? It is hard to say.
 = His first movement was to cast his eyes about him upon the water It was all around hiln-so near-so inviting. It seemed almost to call him. It would have been so easy from where he sat just to lean over and over, like Maupas- sant's little blue and red soldier, as if he were trying to drink. There would be only few bubbles. fit emblems of his life and it's story, and so it would end.
 Had he not promised her his grave whenever it would be safe bridge over her troubles? The time had come. Or had it come? Would the plunge be for her sake or his own? Was ne. after all, coward-he who had never run from a foe in his life-who had even fought and vanquished his potheep with flask in his pocket2
 Distinct rapid footsteps above startled him. and he raised his eyes. AS he did so bundle fell at his side into the wa ter, and the steps retreated.
 He seemed to see struggle as the dark object twisted for second within the rings of the eddy that swallowed it down, but he could not be sure In a moment, however, he heard quite near the thin, wiry cry of a young kitten. He looked about him and above, but could see nothing of it, though the sound came