The Vermont watchman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1883-1911, 1899-01-04

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little low divan, enveloped in clouds of
blush smoke that rose from a cigarette
taken from the box which the ambsssa-
dor kept for his guests.
A cry Of admiration burst from his
lips at the entrance of his beautiful
sweetheart, and for the hours that fol-
lowed Zoe could we'll be content with
the glowing assurances of his worship.
But not even the tongue loosening
Greek wine, which she poured out for
him from the buffet of her master,
brought the willy Italian to the hoped
for naming of the wedding day. H.
was as slippery a. an eel in avoiding a
hints.
He whispered sadly as he softly strok-
ed the folds of his swee hearts bridal
gown: Poor little brother; poor
Bloudal What would not both of them
give to possess such a costly dress,
made by such clever fingers, even Tor
few hoursl How thankful l should be
and how impossible it would be for me
to refuse anything to one generous
enough to lend her own wedding gown
before she herself had even worn it to
one less favored by fotunep
4 &c gave searching glance at her
lovers eyes, whose sly expression was
hidden by the halt closed lids.
The dress is beautiful is il not,
mon ami?" asked u e. cit is silk and
cost three months wages, but paid it
gladly so that you might not be asham-
ed of me when the day is at last set
for"-
A shower of pro.estations interrupt
ed that hint
81 know, cara mia, what happiness
awaits me in the future" Barlolo be-
gan, "but my heart is so curiously fash
Toned that it can never thoroughly en-
Joy its own good fortune az long as it
knows that there are Others with uniul.
filed desires and sad faces about"
And then followed a pathetic story
about his beloved only brother, dra-
CONAN, who for years had been in love
with the daughter of poor fellow
countryman who had opened small
shop in Pera.
"Now the obstacles are overcome
and tomorrow is the wedding day, but
how poor is the dress of my brothers
aflianced wife, how lacking in all the
st lie and beauty of this Incompatible
gown. How Mortified all the family at
home in Sorrento would be, my proud
mother particularly, in whose veins
flows noble Vehetis blood, if THY
knew of Biouda's linen dress, which
will make her and my brother ridicu-
lous in every ones eyes tomorrow"
Bartolo sighed sorrowlully, while Zoe
had listened with half open mouth and
lively play of gestures.
How tender and good Bartolo isl"
she thought. "How easy it vii! be lead
him when am once his wife! Would
it hurt the gown any," she wondered,
"if BiOuda was married in it tomorrow
to Bartolo's brother?" OF whom, by
the way, she had never heard before
then. Would not this readiness to
serve his family further her own plans.
Would not her generosity make him set
the longed for wedding day.
Zoe cast a triumphant glance at Bar
toto when he left later in the evening,
taking with him the dress carefully
packed in the box.
"When he brings it back" she MUIR
INJURED, Che said he would have favor
to ask of me-a great favor which he
will ask me to grant him out Of the
goodness of my heart. What else can
That be than that for which l have
waited so long? To what can he refer
except the choice of our own wedding
day?"
1t was about noon of the next day,
when Zoe, who, like most oriental
women, only put on her fine clothes
when she was sure to be seen and adj
mired, was working in negligee in her
own room, first at one thing and then
at another, but oftener staring before
her in dreamy reverie, now and then
raising her hand to smooth back the
strands of hair that fell in disorder
about her forehead.
A loose blouse of blue linen hung
over dirty white petticoat. Her feet,
which were never seen on the street
except in laced Partisan shoes, were
hidden to-day in a pair of slippers down
at the heel, in which she shuffled laziy
TO the door in answer to a light knock.
When she opened the door, mis-
chevous dirty face framed in disheveled
curly hair met her glance and stared at
her half abashed, half boldly.
"You marmlonp cried Zoe astound-
ed. "What do you want here at this
hour? Isn't there work enough in the
Kitchen for you, mon garconp / must
really request the chef du cuisine or