The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-07-07
ANNELLA'S LOVER.

II am listening TO you," said Ann
ella, hending her blond little head,
and Mario felt that her slender hand
tremble in his.
VINO was Amelia?
The beautiful widow of Count
Giummi had found her one day,
dead woman in squalid dark
room. The dead woman was the
aunt of the Countess and the mother
OF Amelia, and the poverty which
surrounded her was the sole inheri-
tance OF the fair young girl.
Countess Giummi, rich. admired,
and courted by the fine flower OF aris-
tocratic salons. lived upon vanityiand
coquetiy. But In spite OF that she
had a morsel OF heart, and poor Ann
elias little white face had the power
to aw two beautiful tears, more
lucent than pearls. from her great,
black, enchanting eyes. II the Baron,
the lsc0unt or the Mar iuis could
have seen those two pearls, surely
they would have loved her even
more than they d!d-so compassion
ately and tender did she seem amid
the triumphs of her happy youth.
The same evening Amelia reposed
in soft bed, under counterpane OF
. nix silk, while at the balcony win
dow, tnat she had left partly opened,
the moon peered in and laid tint OF
palor upon the rose-red divans of the
elegant little room.
Two years passed after that first
tranquil sleep Annella's beauty,
which early privations ard SORROWS
had almost withered in the bud,
bloomed again as if by magic. 1t
was a pleasure TO see the radiant
girl, a slender little person, but with
perfect curves or outline, the bust
full, the throat OF admirable sOftness.
and the little head-oh, that dainty
little head was like an artists
thought. Like golden waive. the
curling hair, which she wore un-
bound and floating rippled down her
shoulders; her eyes laughed with the
color of the clear heavens under arch.
Ing, delicate eyebrows that were
black against the whiteness of her
forehead and gave resOlute express
sion to her beautiful countenance
Her small, rosy mouth was always
smiling; it was but languid smile,
and tinged with an expression OF
melancholy or bitterness
Now, after having sketched Annel-
las graceful figure, it seems strauge
not to be able to give it background
of brighter colors. We know how
much brilliant setting adds to
gem, and certainly the Countess
Giummis beauty gained greatly by
the luxury and ri hness OF her dress
and surroundings. A fashionable
dressmake an Artist in his line,
dressed her with Partisan taste;
skillful young woman, who was maid
and contidante together, combed the
wealth OF he. dark hair that touched
the loor and adapted to her sha ely
person stutfs, colors, flowers, and
jewels From their hands the COun-
tess issued true goddess OF love.
and her shrine cleaning with silks,
marbles, silver. and. crystal increased
the enchantment and rendered her
marvellous To the eyes of the visitors.
Poor Amelia! so simple in her lit
tie muslin gown; so timid in that
rich house, not her own, how could
she contend for the palm with that
su, erb queen? And is no new thing
that the bright rays o. the moon dim
the placid light of the quiet sta S.
So the hundred gentlemen that
focked into those gilded rooms had
eyes only for the beauti ul Countess.
and il they designed TO bestow a
passing word or look on the timid
girl, that was merely an act o hom-
age to the reigning lady, homage that
showed, their admiration for her
charity ito a dependent. They all
knew, and from her own mouth, too,
the Countess had taken the forsaken
or han to THIS beautiful home and
changed her sorrow to hap mess
Bat was Amelia really hap y?
Her young heart thirsted for love.
In her childhood she had been the
one treasure OF her poor mother, and
though she had often lacked bread,
air, and sunlight, caresses were never
wanting She knew the sweetness
OF kiss into which Is transfusei all
a loving soul; she knew the dual life,
the breath mingled with another
breath fro n a breast palpitating with
tenderness Yes, her mothers love
had taught all these things and
taught them to her In poverty. Then
came fine times, abundance OF every
thing, new amusements every day
and every hour, noisy gayeties and
the luxury OF carriages and dinners
But, strange TO say. amid all this
laughter OF life, her heart was mar
rowed. closed. She, indeed. no longer
suffered from hunger, cold, or fear
OF worse misfortune, but hen eforth
she had no one TO love her, not
simple ODE To call forth her own
love, though she felt an overpower-
ing need TO bestow on some one all
her warm, impassioned soul.
At first she had tried for this ex-
change OF affection with her cousin.
the magnificent Couctess Alas.
she had found her kind, courteous