Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1895-10-10

S9 the little words
@ qui salt. All the
~ e world IN TO
him who knows how to wait. l knew
this, and / had waited, and my world
"a world Of vengeance-came to me at
last.
The sIow-revolving wheel Of Time
brought me to the day before
my strange wedding the v
OF my remarriage with my
own wife. All the preparations
were made. nothing was left undone
that could add to the splendor Of the
occasion. For though the nuptial GER
emony was TO be somewhat quiet and
private in character. and the marriage
breakfast was to include only a few
of our intimate acquaintances, the pro
/ ceedings were by no means TO ermin
ate rameiy. The omanc OF these re-
markabIe espousals was not 10 find It's
| conclusion in pathos. No; the bloom
and aroma Of the interesting event
were to be enjoyed i'm the evening,
when a grand supper and ball, given
by me. the happy and much-to-be-en-
Wed bridegroom, was to take place in
| the hotel which / had made my resi-
! dence for so long. No expense was
spared for this, the hast entertainment
offered me in my brilliant career as
the successful Count Cesare Olivia.
| After il the dark curtain would fall on
/ the played-out drama, never TO rise
! again.
Everything that art, taste and royal
luxury could suggest was included in
I the arrangements for this brilliant
bah, to which a hundred and fifty
guests had been invited, not IA of
whom had refused TO attend.
And now-now, in the afternoon Of
this the last day of my self-imposed
probation-l sat alone with my fair
wife in the drawing room of the villa
Romani, conversins lightly on various
subjects connected with the festivities
! OF the coming morrow. The long win
| dows were open; the warm spring sun
light lay like a filmy veil of woven
gold on the tender green of the young
grass; birds sang for joy and fitted
from branch TO branch. now posing
hoveringly above their nests, now soar
ing with all the luxury OF perfect lib
| erty into the high heaven of cloudless
blue; the great creamy buds OF the
magnolia looked ready TO burst into
wide and splendid flower between
their large. darby shining leaves, the
Odor Of yiolets and primroses flOated
on every delicious breath of air. and
round the wide veranda the climbing
white china roses had already I'M
furled their little crumpled rosette-
like blossoms TO the balmy wind. 1t
was spring in Southern Italy: spring
in tine land where, above all other
lands, spring is lovely, sudden and
brilliant liz its bea aty as might be tie
smile of q happy angel. Gran Dioi
Talk of angels. Had L not a veritable
angel for my companion at that mo-
ment! What fair being, even In Ma
homet Paradise of Hours. could out
shine such charms as those which il
vas my proud privilege to gaze upon
without rebuke; dark eyes, ripping
golden hair, a dazzling and perfect
face, q form TO tempt the virtue of a
Galahad, and lips that an emperor
might long TO touch In vaing Ii his
imperial majesty could offer a bride
large enough, let US say a diamond
the size of n pigeons egg, he might
possibly purchase one, nay, perhaps
two kisses from that seductive red
mouth, sweeter than the ripest straw
berry. ] glanced at her furtiyely from
time to time when she was not aware
Of my gaze: and glad was L of the
s~heltering protection of the dark
glasses / wore, for | knew and felt
that there was a terrible look in my
eyes-the look of a talf-famished tiger
ready TO spring on some l~ong-desired
piece of prey. She herself was excep-
tionally bright and cheerful; with her
riante features and agile movements.
she reminded me Of some tropical bird
of gorgeous plumage swaying to and
fro on a branch of equally gorgeous
blossom.
you are like a prince In a fairy tale,
Cesare," she said, with a little de-
lighted laugh; everything you do is
superbly done. How pleasant ii Is to
be so rich; there is nothing better in
all the world"
Except love-" I returned, with a
grim attempt To he sentimental.
Her large eyes softened like the
pleading eyes of q tame fawn.
"Ah, yesr!' and she smiled with ex-
pressive tenderness, Except love. But
when one has both love and wealth,
What paradise lie caa be"
so great a paradise" l assented,
shat IL Is hardly worth while trying
TO get into heaven at all. Will you
make earth a heaven for me, Nina
mia, or will you only love me as much,
or as little, as you loved your late hus-
bdnd?"
She shrugged her shoulders and
pouted like a spoilt child.
Why are you so fond of talking
about my late husband. Cesare?" she
asked peeyishly; II am so tired of his
name! Besides, one does not always
care 10 be reminded of dead people
and he died so horribly. tool l have
often told You that | did not love him
at all. | liked him n little. and | WAS
quite i'll when that dreadful monk.
who looked Hike II ghost himself, came
and told me ne was dead. Fancy hear
ing such n piece of news suddenly,
while | was a lally at luncheon with
Gui-Signor ] 'rrari! We were both
shocked, of cor@se. but / did not break
my heart orc. L. Ncw /. realty 10
90 yoti-
i drew nearer to her on the couch
where she sat, and put one arm
around her.
You really do?" / asked in a half
incredulous tone; you are quite
sure Z"