The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1899-10-22

, 'Cenzini, SO she said, by seeing him pull
| across the Vallatta as she came round
past Bighi Sally port. Not only hand
some fellow she iobserved, but with a
| heart of gold, and, SO she understood
expectations from his childless uncle at
Coco 1t was even said that Dammit the
pilot would like him for his daughter,
'Zeza; and everybody knew that a pilot
would not take for his son-in-law a
| boatman who was only boatman. Pao-
| lima, the little hussy, was growing, she
noticed. Children do grow" the mother
| of Paolina observed, sententiously, and
the girl is just getting to be of use.
| Paying for her keep, one may say, and
useful in fetching and selling the fruit.
! One gets fat, and a girl moves more
easily than an old wife in such heat"
| "Old wife! Santa Maria" retorted
Maria calling upon her namesake and
throwing up her hands in protest. 1T
was but last week. on Sunday, after
early mass, that Giuseppe Falzon,
standing at the door of his wine shop,
said the signora and little Paolina were
sisters. But Paolina is yet too thin he
said This to me as I stood waiting for
the thief Muscat to take penny off the
lpiece Of kid that 1 wished for my Eng
| lishman's dinner"
Giuseppe Falcon had been his own
i customer" the mother of Paolina de-
clared, with a wave of her fan. HE
lies like Greek"
IF he never told a greater lie than
that" insisted old Maria warmly, ris-
| ing as she spoke, why, he would go
straight to Paradise from his own bed!
| Well, good night, signora. Let little
Paolina remember that summer soon
goes. Figs, too, are bought and sold
only in the morning" and with this
parable she left and came home, and
told me all about it while ate my sup
per-standing, as she often did half
way between the table and the door,
and declaring with every other breath
| that the signor must eat his meals in
peace, and that she had a hundred
things which must be done at once.
When I suggested that all this CONVEX
sation did not amount to much she re-
torted:-
POOH You English! The mother Of
! Paolina will talk it over and will ex-
pect me again next week"
So in the wine-shop of the compile
mentary Giuseppe Falzon and in the
pharmacy across the square, which was
a rendezvous for our upper ten, we
Brady and Tom O'Rourke will meet in
talked, languidly because of the pra-
| vailing sirocco wind, of the courtsnip
| of Cenzini and Paolina "We'' of course
! IN this case refers to the stronger SIX
only. The women ha df ar too much
| self-respect to dream of chattering in
such places. But, sitting at their own
| doors in the hot evenings, and cluster
ing like SO many black beetles after
| mass-theiI heads together, ana their
| faces hid by their ghonelli-they decld-
ed, according to Maria, that 'Cenzini
was long way too good for little Pao-
| lima.
"Dio nio!" as old Maria explained
angrily TO me- after she had beer at the
small House of the Bay a second time.
| Consider that uncle at Coco! He has
chestful of dollars. They say that
| he found the treasure of the old knights.
| What are they that they do not MAKE
fiesta tor him?"
| 1t was evident that negotiations were
not complete success. If the ambas-
sadress failed, naturally, too, her tenn
per suffered at the very thought of it,
| "They do not like 'Cenzini?" I haz-
arded.
| $685." Maria told me, with -four
sh of a skinny hand 1T is not that"
THE dowry will be all right" 1 sug-
gested, and found that l had reached
the root of the tree on which grew the
apple of discord Maria jerked her
head back in so absolute and violent
a negative that 1 feared for her spinal
| column.
"They are misers," she told me. "No
Christians, but Jews!"
! | smiled under cover of darkness, re-
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