Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1897-07-08


nortl, who still waited outside, that
they were now free to perform their
melancholy Office He then went on
! his way attended by more heartfelt
! blessings and praises than ever fell to
| the lot of the proudest conqueror re-
| turning with the spoils OF hundred
| battles. | looked after his retreating
figure till | could see it no more-I
| felt that | had grown stronger for the
mere presence of hero-a man who
indeed was every inch a king" | am
6 royalist-yes Governed by such
sovereign, few men of calm reason
would be otherwise. But royalist
though | am, | would assist in bring
| ing about the dethronement and death
of mean tyrant, were he crowned
| king a hundred times Overt Few mon
archs are like Humbert of Italy-even
row my heart warns when | think of
HMM all the distraction of my SUI
ferings, his figure stands out like a
supreme embodied Beneficent Force
surrounded by the clear light of I'M
selfish goodness-a light in which
! Italy SuDS UtI ldt1 anu ollilto again
with the old sweet smile OF her hap
Tiest days of high achievement days
in which her children were great,
simply because they were earnest. The
| fault of all modern labor lies in the
act that there is no heart in any
thing we dove seldom love our
work for works sake--we perform it
solely tcr what we can get by it.
! Therein lies the gccros of failure.
! Friends will scarcely serve &c "A other
unless they can also serve their own
interests-true, there are exceptions
to this rule, but they are deemed fools
| for their pains.
/ AS soon as the king disappeared |
| also left the scene of the foregoing
I incident. | had a fancy TO visit the
| little restaurant where | he'd been
taken i'll, and s'ter some trouble |
| found It, The door stood open. | saw
| the fat landlord, Pietrc, polishing his
Elasse as though he had never left off
ard there in the came corner was the
very wooden bench on which | had
! lain-where | had-as was generally
supposed-died | stepped in. The
! landlord looked up and babe me good
day. | returned his salutatiors and
oruered some coffee and rolls of bread
| Seating myself carelessly at one Of the
| little tables, | turned over the news
paper, while he hustled about in haste
/ to serve me. AS he busted and rub
/ bed up cup and saucer for my use
he said. briskly,
4 You have had a long voyage,
AMIGO? And successful fishing?"
For a moment | was cor fused and
knew not what to answer, but gather
| ing my wits together, | smiled and
answered readily in the affirmative.
And you?" said, gayly. How goes
! the cholera?"
fhe landlord shook his head dofe-
/ fully.
Holy Joseph, do not speak of it.
/ The people die like flies in a honey
/ pot Only yesterday-body of Bacchu5!
who would have thought it?"
And he sighed deeply as he poured
out the steaming coffee, and shook
his head mere sorrowfully than before.
why. what happened yesterday" |
asked, though | knew perfectly well
what he was going to say; Il am a
! stranger in Naples, and empty of
news"
The perspiring Pietro laid a fat
/ thumb on the marble top of the table,
and with it traced pattern medita.
! tNcly
you never heard Of the rich Count
! Romani?" he inquired
! ! made sign in the negative, and
/ bent my face over my coffee-cup.
"Ah. Welt he went on, with a half
groan, ut does not matter-there is
no Count Romani any more. 1t is all
| gone-fmshed! But he was rich-as
rich as the king, they say-yet see
/ how low the saints brought him? Fra
! c priano OF the Benedictines carried
| him in here yesterday morning-he
was struck by the plague-in five
hours he was dead here the land
! lord caught a mosquito and killed it
ah as dead as that zinzara, Yes, he
lay dead on that very wooden bench
opposite to you. They buried him be-
fore sunset It is like a bad dream!"
affected TO be deeply engrossed with
the cutting and spreading of my roll
and butter,
IL see nothing particular about II"
| said indifterently. THAT he was
rich is nothing-rich and poor must
die alike"
And that is true. very true" as
scented Pietro, with another groan, for
not all his poverty could save the
/ blessed Cipriano"
started but quickly controlled my
self
What do you mean?" | asked as
carelessly as / could Are you talking
OF some saint?'
We'll, II he were not eanonized he
deserves 20 be," replied the landlord,