Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1897-12-23
CHAPTER xxx.

sighed as | resumed my walk.
realized all that | had lost. This
lovely child with her simple fresh ma
ture, why had | not met such a one
ana welded her instead OF the vile
creature who han been my souls I'M
doing? The answer came swiftly
Even If ! had seen her when | was
free, / doubt if / should have known
her value We men of the world who
have social positions to support, we
see little or nothing in the peasant
type Of womanhood; we must marry
ladies" 50 called educated girls who
are as well yersed in the worlds ways
as ourselves, if not more so. And so
we get the Cleopatras, the Du Barrys,
the PompadOurs, while unspoiled
maidcns such as Lila too often become
the household drudges OF common me-
chanics or day-laborers, living and
dying in the one routine Of hard work
and often knowing and caring for no
thing better than the moutain-hut, the
farm kitchen, or the covered stall in
the market-place Surely it is an
i'll balanced world-so many mistakes
are made; Fate plays us so many APP
parently unnecessary tricks, and we
are all of us such blind madmen,
knowing not whittier We are going
from one Day to anotherl | am told
that 1t is no longer fashionable to
believe in devil but | care nothing
for fashion! A devil there is ! am
sure, who for some insCrutable reason
has a share in the ruling OF this planet
"a devil who delights in hooking
us from the cradle TO the grave And
perhaps we are never so hopelessly,
utterly fooled as in our marriages.
Occupied in various thoughts, |
scarcely saw where | wandered, till a
flashing glimner OF blue blossoms re-
called me to the object of my walk, ]
had reached the Punto d'Angelo. 1t
was. as Lila had said, a fiat rock
bare in every place save at the sum
nit. whore II was thickly covered
with ne lovely contains, flowers that
are rare In this part OF italy. Here
then the tabled angel paused in his
flight to bless the venerable sanctuary
OF Monte Vergine. | stopped and
looked around me. The view was in
deed superb-from the leafy bosom OF
the valley, the green hills like smooth,
undulating pillows rolled upward, till
Uense purple shadows and
their emerald verdure was lost in tN
Of rhe Apennines; the town of Avel-
LIMO lay at my feet small yet clearly
defined as a miniature painting on por-
celain: and little further beyond and
above me rose the gray tower OF the
Monte Vergine itself, and one sad and
solitary object in all the lux
uriant riante landscape
sat down to rest, not as an in
truder on the angels flower emhroi-
dereA throne. but on grassy knob
close by And then | bethought me of
q packet had received from Naples
that morning. packet that | desired
yet hcsitaled 70 open 1t had been
sent by the Marquis D'Avencourt, ac-
informed me that Ferrari's body had
companied by courteous letter which
been privately buried with all the
last religious rites In the cemetery,
close to the funeral vault of the Ro-
mani family" wrote D'Ayencourt,
"as. from all we can hear or discover
such seems to have been his own de-
slr' He was, 10 appears, a sort of
adopted brother of Jhe lately deceased
rmut. and on being informed Of this
circumstance. we buried him i'm Accord
auce with the statements he would no
doubt have expressed had he CON
dcred the possible nearness OF his
own erd at the time of the combat"