Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1901-10-10

how been dissolved into 1t, the volume
Of sound In singing was altogether too
feeble. The audience laughed. laughed
even at the beautiful Italian eyes, sim
ply because they were "new"-until
Catarina began to dance. They had
taught her steps for a fortnight, but in
her excitement she had forgotten them.
She fell back upJn the steps her mother
had taught her and upon her genius.
Her dapcing spoke, II sang. ii laughed.
1t teased-yes, like the very kitten with
the worsted-it fascinated, it struck
fireworks, it brought down the house
in thunderclap of sudden. impetuous,
astonished applause.
met her going home one night short
ly afterward. She had slipped away
and was actually trudging or, rather,
stepping it, like Il fairy on foot. Per
haps she liked the walk; perhaps it was
the habit of the old days when n half
penny doomed vast as sovereign.
She was beautifully dressed, though
outwardly enveloped in a coarse cloak.
1t came on 10 rain, and | suggested
we should take hanson. She con-
sented with the air-in her ii was no
affectation-of n princess, giving me
her dainty little hand. On the way
down Bayswater road she alternately
laughed and cried for joy, and her
whole pleasure was that she would be
able to make the mater" countess.
"The mater, you know, suffers, al
though she never complains She has
Indigestion
Poor mater! l thought of that long
campaign of suffering of privation,
even doubtless at times of starvation,
and Catarina knew it. We came near
Princes road
Tell him to stop" Catarna cried
suddenly Then with the confidence
of ola acquaintance
II can't bear to tell any one my ad-
dress is in Princes road. | ahhor it.
But the mater Is positively loath to
leave it."
"Catarina," l said, mo one, | hope, |
judges you by
She started up as If she had been
struck by whip, her eyes in the moon |
light glaring like those of n tiger, |
throwing a luster upon the pallid beau
tiful countenance.
The sudden glance recalled to my |
mind the picture of the mater" maim- |
cd and bruised from the terrible battle !
Of life, with her broken English, gar |
nished with the hideous slang of |
Princes road, which she had piously |
accepted as the English vernacular.
"Catarina," | pursued firmly, mo |
one, l hope, judges you by Princes
road"
She seized my hand. The tears gush-
ed to her eyes Il thought you were
going to say something else. If you
had, by love, I'd "a gone for your
We walked on in silence till we came |
to the little greengroccr's shop. / was |
about to bid Catarina good night, but
she said: Come in for minute and
talk TO the mater. She sits up waiting |
for me always. And if you tell her
danced well she could listen to you tell
ing it hundred times"
We entered through the darkness OF
the shop \ pale light shone, however.
the crack in the parlor door.
Catarina, a little surprised that the
mater had not opened to greet her,
called out, mater, mater, mater!' as
she entered the room.
There the mater sat in the old arm
chair. In front of her on the table was
n little painting representing herself as
a young girl Of about Catarina's age.
Beside the painting was Catarina's lat
est photograph. a newspaper was still
in her hand. Her face was smoothed
Of wrinkles in its last repose. In the
pale light Of the lamp it had an eX-
preston almost of joy.-Black and
White.