Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1895-09-26

her in peace. l had seen many eS-
Quisite women-women OF Juno-Iike
form and facewomen whose eyes
were basilisks TO draw and compel the
souls of men-but l had never seen
any so spiritually fair As this little
peasant maiden, who stood fearlessly
yet modestly regarding me with b
Innocent inquiry of a child who sud
denly sees something new, to which
Ii Is unaccustomed. She was a little
futtered by my earnest gaze, and with
a pretty courtesy turned TO descend
the hill. i said gently:
"You are going home, fanciulla
miag"
The kind. protecting tone in which
I spoke treasured her. She answered
readily:
Isl signor. Ny mother waits for me
TO help her with the ec~cellenZa's din
ner."
/ advanced and took the little hand
that held the rosary.
What" / exclaimed playfully, do
you still work hard, little Lila, ever
when the apple season is oyer?'
She laughed unsteady.
"Oh, | love work. II il good fer the
NtAAlItA NtlhC y ~ NANSc "hNA NAN
hands are idle. And many are i'll for
the saMe reason. Yes, truly" and she
nodded her head with grave import
ance. sit is often so. Old Pietro, the
cobbler. took to his bed when he had
no shoes to mend; yes, he sent for the
priest and said he would die. not for
want of money: oh. no. he has plenty,
he Is quite ricn: but because he had
r.A%hAr and II
found some shoes with holes and took
them TO him; he sat up in bed to mend
them. anu now he Is as well as ever!
And we are careful to give him some
thing always"
She laughed again, and again looked
grave.
Yes, yes" she said, with a wise
shake of her little glossy head. "cne
cannot live without work. My moth
er says that good women are never
tired, it is only wicked persons who
are lazy. And that reminds me | must
make haste 10 return and prepare the
e~ccellenZa's coffee"
DO you make my coffee. little oneT'
l asked. "and does o Vincenzo help
your
The faintest suspicion of a blush
tinged her pretty cheeks-
''Oh. he is very good, yincenzo," she
said demurdy, with downcast eyes;
"he Is what we call buon AMIGO; yes,
indeed. But he is often glad when
make coffee for him also; he likes ii
so much. He says 1 do il 50 well. But
perhaps the eccellenza win prefer Vim
cenzor'
/ laughed. She was so naive, so alb
sorbed in her little duties-such a child
altogether.
Nay, Lila. / am proud to think you
make anything for me. l shall enjoy
il more now that / know what kind
/ hands have been at work. But you
must not spoil yincenzo-you will
urn his head il you make his coffee
TOO often"
She looked surprised. She did not
UNDERSTAND Evidently 10 ner mind
yincenzo was nothing but a good-na.
tured young fellow, whose palate
could be pleased by her culinary skill,
she treated him. l dare say, exactly
as she would have treated n of heI
own sex. She seemed 10 think Over
nv words. as u who considers a
conundrum. then sine apparently gave
IL up as hopeless. and shook her head
lightly as though dismisSing the sub
ject.
.swin the e~ccellenza visit the PuntC
d'Angeloy" she said brightly. as she
turned TO 20.
1 had never heard of this place. and
asked her TO what she alluded.
1T is not far from here she ex
planned, lit Is the view l spoke of be
fore. Just a iirT;e further mp the hill
you viii see a fat grey rock, covered
with blue geniions. No n know,
how they grow. They are always
there. blooming in summer and winter
But IL Is said hat one OF Gods owr
! great aasels e.~es c.Sc az ever
month at midnight - bless the Monte
Vergine. and that he stands on tina
rock. And OF course wherever TN,
angels tread are flowers. and no storm
destroy them-not wen ar ava
lanche. That Is why the people call |
PuIto d'Angelo. Il wiz please you Z