The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-12-22

J9n1ilia. who has ever been the pro
tecbor OF our house. Therefore j WIZ
raise to her at CaStivano a fair and
magnificent shrine, so that all men may
speak in her praise and exalt her glory.
And her 1 will serve all my lire ionS
with fasting, charity, and prayer
And the news that Count Anadeo
WAS gene TO Castivano to build a great
shrine to Saint Emilia was spread
throughout adj the principality OF MAN.
tivogaia-
III
SO soon as day dawned Jaclnta was
on her feet flying from a spot full OF
eerwors; and although she longed great
Nv to know how Count Amadeo had
spAd, yet for fear of the DEAD crohe 5
grandsons, and OF the deaq cIo 3olL nc h.
eaEf. and more than all of the black Ne
goat (for what that goat was Goa
alone Inewl she dared not return 20
the novel, but set forward at ner pest
speed straight away from the river
and having walked the greater part OIL
the day, she came to a little gray Town
that nestled in the lap of great pIlle-
gray hills. There was a WOOD on ells
outskirts and a little brook running
thro1Ielh. She sat by the brook and
drank. and bauhed her sore feet, hook
s1,qr AFT her face in the running water;
enf as she sat a. voice came SuuuelIhy
from behind her. saying: 10
Sweet mistress, for the love vi
heaven, do not move.
Jacinta looked round in great con-
fusion, gathering her feeu up ouI VI
the brook and under phe gtuos $50.
shelter of her scantY skirts. but no neI
comfort she saw only an old man Oh
q. nIeasant, mild countenance, who leant
against The trunk of a tree a rev
wards away and was drawing on PAD
fhar ne rested in the curve OF his
nn,pa. Jacinta blushed red, but the
stranger drew near and told her soItly
shat he was a painter and prayed
leave to draw her as she had been
siftine- and since he was an old man
the gentle Jacinta dipped her feet
again in The cool water and suffered
him to draw her thus. When he had
finished his work he sighed, saying:
'rYeG your face should make an ALTAR
piece" and he prayed her to tell him
whence she came.
On this unused to kindness she
burst into weeping, and the old man
seemed near weeping also when he
heard how she had narrowly escaped
death through seeking TO rescue a
gentleman from the attack of murder
Gus robbers; but she feigned not to
know who the gentleman was, for she
feared a betrayal by her bushes If
she pronounced Anadeo's name.
Then the old painter set his arm
about her and led her to his house on
the outskirts of the little gray town,
and gave her over to his sister, who
kept his house for him; and his sister,
being old and gentle like himself,
wept and laughed over her, praying
her to abide there; but Jacinta said,
"T'hen must work for you" but they
would not let her work, the painter
crying, with a face that seemed trans
figured by some strong and exalted
emotion. 'T have waited long for you,
child For now, behold neither your
face nor my name shall ever die!' But
the old sister babe her heed not his
words. but be kind to him and let
him paint her when he would; thus
easily should she requite them for her
lodging and the food she ate.
Therefore every day, and most read
lily, Jacinta suffered the old man (yho
was called Giacomo) to paint her; and
many pictures he began and many he
destroyed. but at length he made one
that seemed to please him, and he
set himself to work on It, now with
rapture, now in sore distress, yet al
ways with a resolution and, as it
were. a great purpose. But why he
painted or for what patron, Jacinta
did not know. for there were few peo-
pie in the little town, and those ig-
norant Of such matters, and she her
self seldom went abroad, save to the
pleasant wood and the cool water of
the running brook.
Thus many weeks passed by, most
happily for her, save that still she
wondered what had become of ANA
dec. Yet she did not fear greatly for
him. believing that none could over
come him. Therefore she abode pa
tiently where she was, trusting that
Amadeo would come again, and not
knowing that he was no more than
two days journey distant, across the
passes of the great hills that circled
the little town.
For Anadeo was come to Castivano.
and there busted himself in preparing
and setting in hand the fair shrine
which he was minded to build to the
glory of St Emilia. But he lived in
his castle of CaStivano as a hermit
lives. and did not ningle with men.
seeing none save those that came to
him concerning the building of the
shrine, architects, stonemasons, work
ers in marble, in iron, in bronze. IN
silver and in gold: painters also. and
those who laid mosaic. all of whom he
gathered round him and encoura ged
TO put forth their best and highest
skill
Thus the reputation and fame of the
shrine grew great, even before it was
built. and all artists and artificers de-
sired an opportunity to display THEN.
skill in its erection c. characterization.
Moreover. when the Prince of Man
tivoglia heard what Amadeo was pllr-
posing he sent him word by one of his
gentlemen that so soon as the shrine
Ehp11ld he b11i1f l1n 1-o11ld