Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1895-07-04

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( p--@o-s were stated. e1y0ytng Ices.
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CHER Oh tie agreeable zews o. TIE
steady decrease q TIE p@=-fIerce that
had rzwexe1 the city I glanced gv-
e--Iy Jet quickly round YeS ! was not
E&ssaks1- there was Ely g1CEdzu
friend uy t~rziryrozs foe, sitting at
his -s leaning comfortably back In
Ole eAair, his feet put up on an0ther.
He E4s smoking, and CHANGING ugw
and then through the columns Of TIE
Paris Figaro. He Was dressed u
clrely in black. 4 h~ypccrirIe2l livery
the s0mbrp hue o. which suited lis
fine cVnpleTiDn and perfectly hand
some figures 70 admiration On the
little finger Of the shapely hand that
every uOw and then was raised 20 z1-
f1ss his cigar. sp2rkLed q diamond tina
gave out a myriad s~ci1rihzti0Es as IL
flashed in the evening light: il was u
exceptional size and b-illlAEcy, and
vsn ar q distance / recognized IL as
my OWE property.
Sog q love gif-, signor. Or Al in ne
EOTlzm Of the dear and valued friend
you have bst? / wondered, watching
him In dark sc0-u the while, then
r~ec04lecting myself ! szuRtered slowly
toward him, and p~ereeiving q Olsen
gagged table nsTt 70 his. ! drew g chair
70 IL and szt down He boxed At ne
indiferently over the top u Lis news
paper, bat there was nothing specially
attractive In TIE sight Of q white
haired ~ wearing suokecoAOred
s~p1cEzcles, and he resumed his perUszI
Of rhe Figaro Immediately. / raped
the end Of my walking cane on the
table and summoned a waiter from
whom ! ordered coffee. I then lit q
cigar. and, initiating Fsrrari's easy
posture, smoked also. Something in
my attitude then appeared 10 strike
him. for he laid down his paper and
again looked at NE. this time with
more interest and something Of IN
easioess- Ca commerce. mon amir
I thought, but / turned nay head
slightly aside and feigned 70 Be alb
s0rbed in the view. 8y coffee was
brought; / paid for IL and tossed the
waiter an unusually large gratuiTy.
He naturally found IL incumbent upon
him 10 polish my table with extra
zeal, and 70 secure all the newspapers,
pictorial or otherwise, that were lying
about for the purpose Of o~bsequiOusly
depositing them In a heap al my right
hand / addressed this amiabie gar
Oh In the harsh and deliberate ae-
cents Of my carefully disguised voice.
BY the way. l suppose you know
Naples weIiT"
~Oh. 81, signor."
-Ebbene. can you tell me the way to
the house Of one Count Fabio RomanL,
a wealthy nobleman Of this cityr'
Ha: q good hit, this time: Though
apparently not looking at him / saw
Ferrari start, as though he had been
stung. and then compose himself in
his seat with an air OF attention The
waiter meanwhile, In answer 10 my
question, raised his hands, eyes and
shoulders all together with a shrug ex-
pressive Of resigned melancholy.
"Ah. gran. Dio, e morrO"
"Deadr' I exclaimed with q pre-
tended start OF shocked surprise. so
young7 Impossibler"
"Eh! what viii Jon, sigIoT7 II was
Ia pesta; there was no remedy. La
pesta cares nothing for youth or age,
and spares neither rich nor poor"
For q moment I leaned my head on
my hand, affecting to be overcome by
the audiences Of the news. Then
looking up. I said regretfully:
ALAS! I am o late. / was a friend
OF his fathers. I have been away for
many years, and I had a great wish
To meet the young Romani whom I
last saw as a child. Are there any re-
Iations of his living? Was he mar
riedT'
The waiter, whose c~ountenance had
assumed a fitting righteousness in ac-
cordance with what he imagined were
my feelings. frightened up immedi-
ateiy as he replied eagerly:
'Oh, 81, signor! The Countessa Ro-
mania lives up at the Tfla, though I
believe she receives no more since her
husbands death. She Is young and
beautiful as an angel There Is a lit
tie child. too"
A hasty movement on the part or
Ferrari caused ms TO turn my eyes, or
rather my ~spectacles In his direction.
He leaned forward, and, raising his
hat with the old courteous grace I
knew so well, said politely.
Pardon me. signor, for my inter
Fupting you. / knew the late young
Count Romani well; perhaps better
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