Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1909-04-07

been few and far between. A cruise
Of few days in the Pi,grir2 before
the close OF the yachting =a.soA had
been all he could snatch from his busy
life, for he was one of those men who
are always going out of their way
10 help other people. and this cannot
be done without an expenG .ure of
time and labor which is often scarcely
realized. He was so kind-hearted, so
genial a man, that he numbered his
| friends by hundreds; and his life
brought him into contact with such
hosts of people that it was often all
he could do to remember the names of
those he had helped, 10 say nothing of
their faces. He has not, however, al
together forgotten Carlo Donati; more
| tan once he had thought of his pretty
| niece's Inflated love-story, but having
promised to say nothing about it, even
to Miss Claremont he had thought it
best to mention Carlos name as lit
tie as possible.
yes, saw him." had been his
cautious reply to Clare's questions;
but the Signora Dor I'll is dead. and
/ fancy there will not be so much
communication between the two
houses now. myself liked the fellow
very much, but he has some political
ideas which annoy my brother"
That was al that had passed with
regard to Carlo during the nine
months which had gone by. Clare
felt little sorry and disappointed as
| she realized how hard it is not to
grow apart from old friends whom
there is no chance of meeting; but
she remembered that it was the way
of the world, and that in her wander
! ing life she must try to be content
with touching people closely for the
time. and then passing off the scene
to make room for fresh corners. 1t
crossed her mind once or twice to
write to Carlo and send him her sym
pathy in his trouble about his mother;
| but such letters are hard to write, and
! she was so busy that somehow the
time never came She contented her
self with inquiring after him in her
! letter TO Francesca: but Francesca
was a shockingiy bad correspondent,
and when in two months time, she re-
piled to the letter she made no men
ton at all of Carlo
Mr. Britton's business often took
him from Ashborough, where his own
works were carried on, to a place in
the neighboring country-Marden-
town. and one cold dreary March az
| ternoon he was pacing the platform
of the Mardentown station, waiting
for the train that was to take him
home. He was not alone. One OF his
many acquaintances had walked to
the station to see him off, and was
pouring out some of hiz own troubles
into the ship-builder's sympathetic
ears. when he became conscious that
his friend was not listening quite so
attentively as usual, and following the
direction of his eyes, exclaimed:
"Oh, you are noticing those Italians.
I thought they all went off yesterday;
there was quite a crowd of them last
night. It's an operate company;
that's the impresario, that sul|en-faced
man with black beard; and that's
his wife, the prima donna of the
party I suppose the rank and file
went off yesterday and left few of
the swells behind"
Curious, said Mr. Britton glancing
again at the little group; that fellow
is like a man I met at Naples last
year, But after all, foreigners al
ways look more or less alike. He's a
handsome fellow, isn't he?'
"The young ore, do you mean?
Yes, but too small that's always the
way with taians. He looks bigger
on the stage, though. | saw him the
other night in Marta. What on
earth was Re called-Sardoni? No;
that was the tenor forget. One
mixes up these outlandish names so.
Look. they are sending him 10 the
book-stall TO get the local papers; no
doubt they want to read the critl-
cisms on their singing"
To be continued,