Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-08-30

STA or Poland, made no difference to
them; they did not know one of those
names from another; everybody at the
back Of their mountains beyond the
barrier OF Monte Amiata sent the snow,
and the bad winds, and meant the
North to them. He was like a bad
wind to them. The very good will
which he bore them was more offence
than would have seemed to them his
enmity, since the latter they would have
understood; the former seemed to them
only deep-laid duplic.ty 10 enirap them
10 the ruin.
There had been various stewards of
the Grandolfi there since that memorial
bic day a hundred years before when
the cavalry Of Murat had encamped in
lie Selve; day that was still talked OF
over the oak logs in winter evenings as
freshly as though it had been last win
ter. They had been men who had
cheated their lords and wrung blood out
of a post, but just because they had bsen
thieves and hypocrites, they had wink
ed ait many evil deeds, and had never
interfered with the ways and beliefs, the
rcbberies and stabbings, the feuds and
drunken brawls of the country people.
II had been their interest to shut their
eyes to all which did not concern the
filings of their own leathen money
bags, and nod in mute conformation; and
they had done so.
Moreover, they had been men Of the
people, who had known at most book
keeping by double entry, and some
thing of cattle and forestry; this north
erner talked of trees and plants as
though they were living creatures with
wills of their own; pretended that the
roots of an oak correspondent in size and
shape with its branches, that its leaves
were IT'S lungs, and all sorts OF similar
trash: he was never drunk, he never
swcre. he kissed his horse on the fore
head. be bathed in running streams, he
never made love to their daughters, he
wanted to open school for The wood
lauders' children, and he had heathen-
ish books and devilish instruments in
his rooms Of which they caught appali-
ing glimpses. His employers had sent
him a compass, a chronCmeter, an an
eroid. and a telescope with some globes
and aliases from Rome, and even Ca
ternia. the Massaja, who in eight months
had grown to believe him harmless
and even lovable pers7n, could not see
these objects without horror, and she
had begged TO be allowed to bring over
the vicar from San WHALE to exercise
them.
She was a stout, good-natured, hand
some. old woman. who had been bern
IN the Gandoifa lands. and had lived
on them all her life; a good cook in her
own limited coarse fashion, and bust
ling, spirited d.rectress Of the lads ana
lasses about the house.
"You fash yourself fer nought, sir,
she said often to Cyrille. Our folks
are as nature made them; YOU will neV-
err alter them. They think the-T own
ways best. and they see no harm IN
knife or q muske; shot when they SEA
anv score to be wiped out. They will
never listen to you, not Il you're here
fifty years"
"They will come to understand me in
time" he said 70 himself; but there are
some things which even time cannot
touch. and amongst these things are
many human hearts.
The old hunting palace stood in the
center CT the woods, the only large house
in them. q gray stone building Of the
fifteenth century, which had once been
a favorita retreat Of the sporting cardl-
nal from whom the GanColfi bad inherit
ed this property. Around it were level
grasslands, bordered by low granite
balustrades. with colossal stone hounds
seated on the coping; and Immediately
heyond these great woods began, en-
closing the grassy squares with walls
Of foliage which were pierced at inter-
walls Inv narrow avenues or drives.
The Gandolf princes would have been
the first to smile at such a view OF
Stewards duties; but to Cyrille the obli-
cation was a law Of honor They gave
him shelter. food and wage; ne laoorsd
unremittingly in their service. If none
were grateful to him he did not COM
plain. r.. :. -,t
down beside the fire, instead OF going to
he'd bad habit as he knew; but ne hau