The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-09-13

I WOuId Simply not De DeleNet. be
cause we all know that Englishmer
are a cold, calculating race OF men
with long side wiskers and vel
around their hats when they travel.
II 1t is serious when a young fellow
sketches III water colors a charming
sylph like girl in various entrancing
attitudes: 1t is disastrous when she
teaches him a soft, flowing language
like the italian, but it Is absolute de
struction when he teaches her the
English tongue and watches her pref
II lips strive to surround words never
intended for the vocal resources of q
foreigner. As all these Influences
were brought to bear on Walter Stan
dish, what chance did the young fel
low have? Absolutely as little as the
umoped man who misses his footing
on the Matterhorn.
And Tina? Poor little girl, she was
getting paid back with a vengeance
for all the heart aches she had caus-
ed-Italian. German or Swiss variety.
She fell helplessly in love with the
stalWart E.nglishman. and realized
that she had never known before what
the word meant. Bitterly did she re
gret the sham battles Of the heart that
she had hitherto engaged IN. Stan
dish took it 50 entirely for granted
that he was the first TO touch her lips
lin fact, she admitted as much her
self that she was IN daily, hourly ter
ror that he would learn the truth.
Meanwhile Pietro unburdened his
neglected soul Of strange oily inpre-
cations that might have sounded to
Standish like mellitiuous benedictions,
Notwithstanding the progress he was
making III Italian under Tina's tut
ton. However, Peitro had one pan
acea for all his woes, and that he pro
ceeded to sharpen carefully.
One evening Standish was floating
dreamily through the purple haze
thinking of Tina, Of course, and won
dering how her piquant archness and
Southern Beauty would strike his
sober people at home. Tina was very
quick and adaptable, and he had no
doubt she could act to perfection any
part assigned to her, so he was in
doubt whether to introduce her as a
remote connection Of the reigning
family of Italy or merely as a coun-
test IN her own right. 1t would be
quite easy to ennoble the long line OF
hotel keeps by the addition Of "di'' OF
de or some such syllable to the
family name He must look up the
right combination Of letters: he knew
it began with ID. Then the pension
could become dimly "A castle on the
Italian lakes. you know" in fact, be
would close up the pension as soon as
he had the power OF change it to a
palace. He knew that most Of the
palaces Of Italy had become boarding
houses. so why not reverse the pro
cess? He was sure that certain fur
nishing houses in London could do it.
probably on the hire system He
knew q fashionable morning pap el
that was in the habit OF publishing
personal items at SO much line. and
he thought the following would read
well and be worth its cost.
Mr. Walter Standish of st. Johns
Wood, and his wife, the Countess di
LENA, are spending the summer in
the lady's ancestral home, the Palaz
zio di LENA, on the lake of Como"
This bright vision pleased HIM fol
a moment, until be thought it would
be Just his luck for some acquaint
ance to happen along who remember
ed the PiazZio Lena when it was the
Pension LenZa-r rates on application
lie wished a landslide would carry
buildings, grounds and everything elsf
away to some unrecognizable spot {
few hundred feet down the mountain
Thus it was that young Standisl
fioated along with his head in the
clouds, swinging his cane in the air
when suddenly he was brought sharp
ly down to earth again. A figure
darted ont from behind tree. and in
stinct rather than reason caused the
artist to guard himself by throwing
up his left arm. He caught the knife
thrust in the feshy part Of it, and the
pain was like the red hot sting OF {
gigantic wasp 1t dashed through