The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1904-05-25

of years. She called in a carpenter
to take down the mirror, laughing
to see the tribe scampering.
Suddenly she uttered a cry of sur
prise. Wrapped up as in net, in
vested with as great mass of cob
webs, a letter sealed with black fell
from behind the mirror.
The workman, no less surprised
than the young lady, presented the
letter to Paoletta, who took it, trem-
bling. On the outside che read:
pTo be delivered to Signor Gior-
gic DorvaI after my death"
The young wife's heart beat fast.
This letter was directed to her hus-
band. What could it contain?
'It must have been written long
time ago. said the workman.
'gt IS directed to my husband"
responded Paoletta. The man smil-
ed musingly.
CA letter from a woman" he
thought
Should she burn this letter un-
opened? What might it contain?
Should she give it to Giorgio?
No, no; certainly not.
After q long time she broke the
seal, and this is what she read:
"My dear Giorgio, I am sick and
sad. The house is prison. I seem
to find in it something tragical, lead
ing to revenge and death.
"Although it is ended, completely
ended, do not doubt but We shall
see each other again. Is our love
to endure but one season? Do you
not remember your oath Of eternal
fidelity?
81 have not forgotten and have
returned to our nest, Now T would
like toSdie, surrounded by the things
Jou care for.
81 have re-entered this room, fill
ed with tokens Of your love. That
reclining chair has seated you fre-
quently, when, returning from
long excursion in the woods, I came
to rest my head against your knees,
while you touched the brown locks
which fell over my forehead. I have
reviewed all that year Of happiness
day by Gay and only desire to die in
this house, where you and I have
loved"
B Paoletta gave loud cry and fell
to the floor. When she returned to
her senses, the sun had set, the day
was slowly departing, the horizon,
tinted with purple. forming luni-
nous garland. Nothing was changed
in the life of the world about her.
There was the same azure sky, the
same strident shrek of the railway
train, the hilarious shouts Of the
children released from school.
Was what had passed dream,
some strange fancy? No, the letter
was there at her feet. 1t recalled her
to reality. It was true-all was
true! And suddenly she felt within
her heart an enormous weight, and
upon her shoulders something lay
almost insupportable.
She remained for a long time mo-
tionless and silent, making thou
sand projects. Then gradually her
nerves gave way, and tears flowed
from her eyes.
When Giorgio returned, he found
her calm, but a little nervous.
Several days passed, then Paoletta
took to her bed.
A malady which had rct been
able toscarry her to the tomb year
before reappeared. The physician
announced that all was over; she
would not outlast the fall of the
leaves.
She. treated Giorgio with cold
ness, of which she gave no explana-
ton. He attended Her, watched
over her,Ssupplicated har So tell him
why she had .chanGed,S but she re-
mainedsssilent, andS her scalmness
made him almost insane.
One morning she said to him,
|, You Will, return early today, will
you aot. Giorgio ?"
&He bent oyer her, kissing her ten
derly.
d sYes, my darling he said.
That evening when his returned
she ewas dead. She held in her rigid
hands q letter-the lettersof Cliara.,
In pencil she had added these
words. $50 z & al tS:f 49,, s u. {.
81 am jealous of this woman and
Of jealousy die. Adieu, Giorgio
From the italian.
An Apology.
The Doctor (angrily) y)-Look here.
Dicer, ! understand that you have
been telling people that you would