The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1898-11-25
the proofs-s-in fact, use me as you will"
When the carriage of the marchesa
was announced, he took his leave.

w hCl tLO oliluSO VI eAo I1dICuSSa
was announced. he took his leave
Louise Waldorf congratulated herself,
admired herself. The idea of seeing
Tulli was truly happy and daring
one. She clapped her hands like the
baby she was and examined herself in
the glass; rosy and blond, to be able to
better enjoy her own joy. Roberto
would pardon at once the indiscretion
in view of the literary advantages that
the support of critic would give him.
And then such zeal for its publication
would prove to him that she had not
read anything between the lines of that
which the writer Intentionally and for
reasons had put there. All this showed
her spirit. The most adroit woman, if
she had known her case, would have
covered her with praise.
Ten days later the Waldorf couple
were in the writing room waiting for
dinner.
La Marchesa, with trembling voice,
had just made her confession, which
the husband had received with surpris-
ing magnanimity. One would almost
say that he had foreseen it, even that
he, with difficulty, restrained smile,
such one as comes irresistibly when
plan succeeds, when a problem solves
itself.
"All you women are alike-personi-
fed curiosity"
"True,' she said.
Roberto, pleased, pinched her cheek
Louise, somewhat reassured, was ST.
lent moment, then weakly, not sure
how the thing would be taken, but still
full of rosy anticipation, told the story
Of Tullo-Tulli, the publisher, the illus
traitor. the binder, the reporter who
would be pleased to be asked to break
fast. Roberto, astonished, exclaimed:
| "But are you crazy? I do not want
all those people in my house, and, above
all, forbid you to receive that good for
nothing Tulli. What right have you to
talk to strangers of what am doing:
| What a foolish idea; childish and USE
less''-
"Why useless?" said she frightened.
| because have never had the small
est intention of publishing what have
written"
"Well, what then?"
"Can't amuse myself by writing q
romance for my own benefit, just as
practice with foils in my chamber with.
out an audience? Your friends who
study the piano do not intend to give
concerts. Do you send your embroidery
to an exposition of woman's work."
Louise, relieved of an enormou.
weight, could not easily conceal her sat
isfaction. Heavy mountains of blacl
clouds melted from her inner vision.
81 am sorry, she said. 81 thought
Twas doing right
| Like all weak women, her eyes filled
easily with tears.
"Iknowl Iknowl You needn t cryp
said he, calming himself. "But VIII,
did you not consult me frst?''
81 do not know. l wanted to surpris
you, show myself interested"-
"Well, now, without losing time, yol
must arrange all this. Sit here an,
write quickly to Tullo-Tulli politely
it is best to keep friends with that sor
of people. Say that you have talke,
with me of the romance, which unfor
tunately is not for publication; that i
was a joke; that you regret exceeding
ly"-
The little marchesa seated herself a
the big table like schoolgirl to writ
her examination. While she wrote an
scratched out her lips were smiling il
contrast with her wrinkled brows.
Roberto looked at her tenderly. Fl
was proud Of the perfect success of hi
stratagem.
To make thing known without di
rect explanation and without an inter
mediary was the first secret of quie
} life. The more one comprehends, th
less one says, the better. Otherwise on
risks spelling everything. Certain thing
resemble Venetian glass.
The servant announced dinner.
81 have not finished, cried the maj
, chesa "there is sentence here don
: like"
} "Never mind. Let US 60 to dinner.
am hungry. I will help you afterwar'
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