Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, 1895-06-20

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rNSlRJA' ing with j, the odorS
W @h of Il thousand flow
erS. a regal glory
ot shifting colors bnZcd on the breast
~ heaven: the bay. motionlcSs as Il
smirrur reflected all the splendid tints
win a shecny lustre that rcdoubled
cher magniiiccncc. Pricked in every
%..in by the singing of my own de-
ssir..S vet restrained myself: ! wait
c.si TIL the sun sank below the CLASSY
waters; till the pomp and glow at
tending its departure had palcd into
those dim. ethereal hueS which are
Ike delicate drapcries fallen from the
dying forms of angels: till the yellow
rim of the round full moon rose Ian
3uitlly on the edge of the horizon: and
fncn keeping back my eascrness no
Ennger. | took the we'll known road
ascending to the Villa Romani. My
h.-a-t heat high: my limbs trcmblcd
M,yh excitement: my steps were I'M
ssa,ri"nt and prccipitatc; never had the
WY seemed so long. AT last reached
fhn great g:lteway-it was locked fast
it's sculp,urcd lions looked upon me
ftnwlIingly. ] heard the splash and
Sfinklc of the fountains within. the
scents of tho roses and myrtle We're
waited towards mo with every breath
! drew. Home at last. ! smilcd.-my
Nehule frame quivcrrd With expectancy
st;s'i delight. 1t was not my intention
r., Sex admission by the principal en-
rra,Iice,-I contented myself with one
Io,,. loving look. and turned to the left.
~ here there WAS Il small private gate
an;oing into an avenue Of lick and
fts.it, j1tcrspcrScd With orHngp trees.
7I@is was a favoritc walk of mine.
I,arly on account of its pleasant, shade.
gwen in the hottest noon.-partly be-
>';ae,sc it was seldom fr"qnen,ed 10y amy
y1ie.,nhcr of the household save myself.
IN. there. hut was more often alone.
and was fond of pacing up and down
I'm The shadow of the trees. reading
'ssnne favorite book or giving myself up
TO the, dolce far nicnte of my own
l4naglnings. The avenue led round to
che back of the villa, and as l now
entered it. | thought / would approach
che house cautiously and get private
speech with ASiunta, the nurse who
had charge of little Stella. and who
WAS moreover an old and tried family
servant. in whose arms my mother had
kH'pathed her last.
The dark trees ruStlcd solcmnly as
stepped quickly yet softly along the
Familiar mosS-grown path. The plnce
was very still.-SometimeS the nighten-
SsaleS broke into a bubblng torrent of
melody and then were suddenly silent.
AS though ovcrawcd by the shadows of
tho heavy interlacing boughs. through
which the moonlight tlickercd casting
strange and fantastic patterns OH the
aground. A cloud of lucciole broke from
- thickct of laurel and sparklcd in the
air like gems loOsened from Il queens
CROWN Faint odors floated about me.
shaken from orange boughs and trail
Eng branches of white .csSaminc /
FASTENED on. my spirits rising higher
che nearer I approached my dcstina-
,inn. l was full of sweet anticipation
,sand passionate longing.-I yearncd to
clasp my beloved Nina in my arms
to see her lovely lustrous eyes looking
fChndly into mine;-l was eager to shake
Guido by the hand.-and as for Stella,
I knew the child would he i'll bed III
ealnt alolr. but STILL ! thought, must
have her Weakened to see me: ! felt
that my happiness would not he com
plete till ] had kissed her little chclub
face, and calrcssed those clustering
sxlrlS of hers that We're like spun gold.
-.-.... .Hush-hush. What WAS that ?
L stopped in my rapid progress as
though suddenly checked by an invis-
E1le hand. | listened with strained
CARS That sound. was it not
n ripping peal of gay laughter: a
sshiyer shook me from head to foot.
u was my wife's laugh-I knew the
silvery chime of it well. My heart
sS,nl coldly. paused irresolutcly She
could laugh then like that when she
t.hought me lying dead-dcad and out
of her reach forever! All at once
perceived the glimncr of a white robe
Through the trees; Obeyiny my OWN
lmpulse | stepped softly aside-I hid
slchind dense screen of foliage
Through Which could see without be.
Eng seen. The clear laugh rang out
once again on the stiIlness-its bright
aaess pierced my brain like a sharp
sword! She was happy, SHE
was even merry. she wan
eiered here in the moonlight joyous
flearted-whilc IL had expected tc
find her close shut within her room
cor else kneeling before the Mate,
D0lorOSa in the little chapel. PRAYING
FOR my souls rest. and mingling lcl
PRAYERS with her tears! Yes
had expected this.-we men are s,r
FOOLS when we love women! Suddenly
a terrible thought struck me. Had she
gone mad: Had the shock and grief OF
KY so unexpected death turned he,
delicate brain: Was she roaming about
poor child. like Ophelia. knowing moi
1Nhither she went, and was her appar
r<nt gaiety the fantastic mirth tf Il dis
ordered brain? l shuddered at Tho
.adea--and bending slightly apart til,
lhoughs behind which l was sccrclet
looked out anxiously. Two figure:
Were slowly approaching wire enc
my friend Guido Ferrari. Well
There was nothing in that-ir as al
1t should be Was not Guido al
my brother? 1t was almos
his duty to console and cheer Nina u.
much as lay in his power Blu