Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1895-10-24

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II and your mothers blessing, pray
pray with all your strength that you
may never resembles In the smallest de
gree that exquisite woman yonder. So
may you be spared her fate
/ paused for the girls eyes were d.
lated in her extreme wonder and fear.
/ looked at her and laughed abruptly
and harshly.
IL forgot" I said; "the lady is my
wife-I should have thought of that.
l WAS speaking of-another whom you
do 10 know. Pardon me! When l am
fatigued my memory wanders. Pay no
attention to my foolish remarks. En-
JOY yourself, my child, but do not be-
lieve all the pretty speeches of the
Prince de Majano. A reverderci"!
And smiling a forced smile l left
her and mingled with a crowd of my
guests, greeting one here , another
there, jesting lightly, paying unmcan-
ing compliments to the ome who
expected them, and striving to distract
my thought with the sensefess laugh
ter and foolish chatter of the glittering
cluster of society butterflies. all the
while desperately counting the tedious
minutes, and wondering whether my
IhNI'hAOs ~ iohS oi tLc idIh, "oufu
last out it's destined time. AS I made
my way through the brilliant assem-
blage. Luciano Salustri. the poet greet
ed me with a grave smile.
II have had little time to congratu-
late you, Conte," he said in those melli-
fIuous accent Of his which were like
his own improvised music. "but I as
sure you I do so with all my heart.
INynn In nn.. fontaStia ,Jroon !, n ho,.o
eve pictured a fairer heroine of a
life'S than the lady who is
now the Countess Olivia"
/ silently bowed my thanks.
81 am Of a strange temperament, I
suppose" he resumed. Tonight this
ravishing scene of beauty and splendor
makes me sad at heart, / know not
why. 1t seems TO brilliant. too daz-
Zling. I would as soOn 60 home and
compose n dirge as anything"
/ laughed satirically.
"Why not do it," aid. "You are
not the first person who. being present
at a marriage. has. with perverse in
~conGTuity. meditated OF q funeral"
A wistful look came into his bril-
liant poetic eyes.
II have thought once or twice" he
ltiAbA htI III Il l'" wv va nat AtAts
guided young man Ferrari. A pity.
was it not, that the quarrel occurred
between you?"
"a pity indeed" l replied brusquely.
Then taking him by the arm ! turned
him round so that he faced my wife,
who was standing Tot far off. "But
look at the-the-angel | have married!
lis she not a fair Cause for a dispute
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why think Of Ferrari? He is not the
first man who has been killed for the
sake Of a woman, nor will he be the
last
Salustri shrugged his shoulders and
was silent for a minute or two. Then
he added with his own bright smile
still. AMIGO, il would have been
much better if it had ended in coffee
and cognac. Myself. 1 would rather
shoot d man with an epigram than a
leaden ballet. BY the bye, do ye1 re-
member our talking of Cain and Abel
that night
"Perfectly.'
II have wondered since" he contin-
ued half merrily, half seriously.
whether the real Cause OF their Graz
rel has ever been rightly told. | should
ItOi bt at an Cut ia t-t1 IA One III tztt--
days some Savant does not discover
a papyrus containing a missing page
Of Holy Writ. which will ascribe the
reason Of the first bloodshed to a love
affair. Perhaps there were wood
nymphs in those days, as we are as
Sured there were giants and some
dainty Driad might have driven the
first pair of human brothers TO desper-
alton hty ha- rhn rrnu . What Cnr ul 80
1T is more than probable" | answer
ed lightly. 'Make a poem of it, Salus-
tri: people will say you have improved
on the Bihle.'
And / left him with n gay gesture
10 join other groups and to take my
part in the various dances which We're
now following quickly on one another.
The supper was fixed to take place at
midnight. At the first opportunity I
had. / looked at the time. Quarter TO
eleven.-my heart beat quickly. the
blood rushed to my temples and strg-
ed noiSily in my ears. The hour I had
waited for so long and so eagerly had
come! At last! at last.
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Slowly and with a h~esitating step I
approached my wife. She was resting
alttT ieE eAeTlIoUS, III the udncp, ana
reclined languidly in a low velvet
chair, chatting gaily with that very
Prince de Majano whose honeyed COM
pliments had partly spoiled the bud
ding sweet nature of the youngest girl
in the room. ~Apologizing for inter
rupting the conversation. I lowered my
voice to n persuasive tenderness as I
addressed her.
Cara sposina mia! permit me to re-
mind you of your promise"
What q radiant look she gave me.
81 am all imDatience to fulfil Il, Tell
me when-and how"
almost Immediately. You know
the private passage through which We
entered the hotel this morning ca our
return from church,"
Perfectly"
We'll. meet me there in twenty min
utes. We must avoid being observed
rs we pass out. But" and I touched
her deiicate dress, ''you wiz wear
something warmer than thisT'
81 have a long sable cloak that will
DO. She replied brightly. "We ere not
going far?,