Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1904-04-07

! He was as devoted as a son. discreet
as person without a tongue, good
! as an angel, and anxious to be useful,
so that Bellarmin could eonfide the
most delicate bits OF work to him
without fear.
+ Never-although so natural to
young men of his age-neyer had
Giuseppe left his room at sunset for
some secret rendezvous with a rosy
checked maiden, never did he min
gle with the seething crowd on the
day of Masks; he did not even carry
any tablets in his purse on which to
write hillet-doux at the fitting mo-
menl.
He was only happy in his master
house; in the laboratory during the
day in the midst OF the copper SER
penis and the mattress of glass; and
at night, after the evening meal, chat.
ting around the table in company with
Bellarmin and the divine Juliette.
And Master Bellarmin, who would
at once have recognized the slightest
trace of fever in the pulse of sick
man, or even in his eyes, had never.
theless not even a suspicion of the fire
that burned in Guiseppe's young
heart, so true il is that the simplest
things, the most natural are often the
ones that escape us first, no matter
how keen-sighted we are, or think
ourselves to be.
Giuseppe loved Juliette. he loved
music of her voice, for the velvet
eyes and for the softness of her hand.
He had grown up near her, uncon-
sciously loving her from the very first
hour, then, little by little. divinina
what he felt, until now he knew tina,
the only happiness of his life would
be to have her for his wife and to
spend every hour ut her side,
AT night he dreamed of her, envel.
oping her ceaselessly in the warmth
of his affection, living only by her anc
for her. not daring to say anything
to her, and nevertheless feeling every
moment that she was his ideal and
his reason for existing. But Juliette
was a woman, She had felt, OWNED
understood this tenderness that sur.
rounded her. different from that OF
her father, She had at FIRST been
amused by it and flattered, then
proud, and at last, one beautiful day
happy.
Giuseppe was dreaming OF his love
as he watched the water of love run
slowly, drop by drop, heavy with
sweetness, into the long neck of the
precious phials. He heard, what did
say? he saw his Juliette through the
wall, tracing some fine embroidery
with her beloved delicate hands.
And as he was seized with the
temptation to hasten to her. to throw
himself at her feet and confess all tc
her, to ask her, oh agonizing question
if she, in her turn, would ever con
sent to love him.
What would she answer
What ii he should make her angry
and by having dared too much, should
lose forever the gentle companionshiI
WHICH SOolUeu, dIlnOuSH SO lllti6, Ms
yearning for love. Juliette was rich
he was poor, she was SO pretty tina
any caprice was granted her, what i
she should Danish him forever from
her presence, complain of him to he
father, and have him driven away!
And from the edge of his lashes tn,
tears dropped down like the drops 0
the love-water into the brilliant necl
of the Talambic
One morning, he woke up comfort
ed and full of courage. How foolisl
he had been. Hoy stupid WHAT Bus.
all day long preparing for others thu
philtre that awakened love, and neve
realizing that this philtre would hell
him. If Juliette only drank a few
drops of it, he would no longer fea
anger. disdain and exile, nor ever
colfness or Indifference. She woult
love him, she would share his dream
would grant his desires. What Par
adise open before him, the key in hi
own hand. and he had never evel
dreamed that he could open for him
self the door that every day parted