Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1908-11-25

Carlo again looked him through
and through, and, as he looked, the
blue eyes seemed to grow less hard.
10 appeal against that harsh opinion
which had been just mentioned.
"oh as FOR that said Carlo, with
the expressive gestures of a Nea-
polilan. that is just nothing at all to
me. ! trust you, signor."
sardoni smiled and graspcd his
hand
IN not betray your confidence. {"
he said.
And with that the TWO men parted.
Carlo went down the dirty stone
stairs, LOOKING pale and harassed.
Sardon' with a flushed face. return i
10 his newspaper. but still did not
take In one word.
He trusted me" he thought to him.
self-''he really did trust me. Oh,
God. if could only change natures
with fellow like that" Then, as
some painful recollection brought bot
tears to h eyes, he sprung up, ana
fiinging aside his newspaper strobe
across to the piano and began 10 play
waltz You are a fool. Jack! a
fool! a fool! Why should that Ital-
ian make you think of it? A mere
countrified innocent!"
And with that he played on reck-
lessly. doing his best TO forget Do
nati's eyes.
CHAPTER vi.
God be praised. that to believing
souls
Gives light in darkness. comfort in
despair
King Henry VI, Part II.
How 10 break the news to his
mot.4er? This was Carlos sole
thought as he walked home on that
Sunday afternoon. For an Italian he
was an unusually good walker, having
fallen good deal into English habits
through his close friendship with the
Brittons; and perhaps it was to the
free country lie which he had always
lived, and to his daily rides to and
from Naples, that he owed his bril-
liant coloring and his healthy mind
and body.
1t tortured him to think that the
story which had been a shock to him
would be tenfold worse to his mother.
1t had been, as Sardoni observed, his
first near connection with evil but to
l. -. 1, - G-r INT
duction to evil at all. He had not
lived the life of a Neapolitan student
without coming across many Com
erios; but his mother in her peace
full country life, her tranquil-inyalid
existence. knew nothing of wicked
ness. His mind was so taken up With
the difficulty of telling her that he
had no leisure to think |. the yet
greater dificulty-how to help Anita
He could not bear TO be the one to
bring her these bad tidings; he half
thought of asking Father Cristoforo
to go to her; then, ashamed of shrink
ing from a painful task, he forced
himself TO pass the old mans house
and climbed the hill, turning over in
his mind a dozen different ways OF
approaching the subject, and feeling
satisfied with none of them.
There was something very beautiful
in the devotion of this mother and
son; perhaps only Francesca and
Glare knew how entirely Carlo had
given his life 10 the work his father
had left him, or how wonderfully II
had helped to mold his character
To a woman it is second nature to de
vote herself TO an invalid nor does it
Involve any very serious break in her
life; but 10 man obliged TO go on
With his daily work 1t the same time,
tbs strain of attendance in sick
room is infinitely greater. If he can
live this life for years. it gives him
an established habit of always ruling
his life by the needs of another, and
not by his own desires.
There were two gates to the
grounds Of villa Bruno The one
nearest to Naples was that which led
into the stable-yard and Carlo, from
force of custom, went in this way, al
though he was on foot. He was sur
prised to see a hired carriage in the
yard; he wondered if possibly Frau
Ritter had driven out to call on his