Arizona republican., 1912-05-11
.addelena'S
 Valentine
BY MARY INLAY TAYLOR.
Copyright, 1910, by The Pearson Pub
 fishing Co.
Continued from yesterday).

One is Of no importance who is not spoSa," continued her monitor se- rerely, and a husband Is good to roll he barrels into the cellar and to drive nails straight Besides, when he is away, you can always say: if my husband were here he would be angry, or, if my husband were here he would aunihilate that sCoundreln It fright 1ns strangers. And to the old maid one is so important, one says with con descension, if you were married, pow erinai"
 Maddelena showed her pretty white teeth. 'Si, I heard you say that to Guila, Mona Lisa"
 Mona Lisa eyed her suspiciously. "Ang! You remember? Guila is strange. She said to me then that 1t was easy for a woman to marry when she would take little ape. What did she mean by that, eh? Who marries apes?"
 Emilia opened the stove door and in spected the fire-it kept her back to Mona Lisa. Maddelena continued to smile
 "I tell you" pursued Mona Lisa that you must marry a settled man Here is your business" she embraced the shop in an enfolding gesture, you cannot run it alone. you will be fool then to support some young loafer for his looks. Bah! girls are so silly You should observe your betters'
 But there are not many like Uncle GorgiO" objected Maddelena wickedly You train him so well, Mona Lisa"
 Mona Lisa nodded "A little firm ness is necessary" she said. q had it."
 "I think Silvestri will speak sOon," remarked Emilia. T tell Maddelena so"
 He will speak tomorrow" said Mona Lisa "he told Gorgio."
 Madonna, You will stay all day in the shop. Emilia!" cried the girl, with red cheeks.
 Emilia can step In to me for g. pen ny's worth of molasses." suggested Mona Lisa Automatically. "Silvestri will know that it takes time to pour molasses in cold weather; he will then propose"
 "Madonna!" exclaimed poor Madde- lena.
 But Silvestri delayed Perhaps the astute barber knew that the time was not ripe At any rate, Mona Lisa f1ut- tered in and out all the next day with out being called upon for a penny's worth of molasses.
 Meanwhile, Maddelena had watched for quite another visitor She wat cred the poinsettia and turned it In the sun. She arranged the popular magazines in rows along the window ledge and she piled up the old news papers to be returned Still no tall figure swung around the corner of Olive Street. no bright face smiled greeting. The color in Maddelena's checks deepened. and her eyes flashed. She was too much of a belle to relish neglect Where then was Giovanni? Where, indeed?
 Many young men loitered into the shop only to look at Maddelena and Emilia found her post as chaperone no sinecure. She had more than once. to help wait on the customers while the red spots on Maddelena's cheeks grew Tedder and her eyes strayed toward the window more and more frequently. Her admirers drift ed in, and, discouraged by her mat tention, drifted out. and the shop was quite deserted when the east-bound trolley car came up, distributing the evening newspapers. The mOtorman fired the tightly bound roll adroitly and 1t fell at Maddelena's feet as she ran 10 get it. She laughed and waved her hand. standing in her door to watch the yellow car move rapidly away 4 freight train was at the crossing and a column of black smoke ascended, closing her vista of the long avenue In the early winter twilight the lamps were already winking know ing yellow eyes. The crowded thor oughfare hummed with garrulous life, and the Greek newsboys ran by. cry ing their papers. Through mist of smoke and vapor, shot through with white rays of electricity, Maddelena caught the soft blue of the distant sky. There was a keen scent of roasted chestnuts from Mona Lisa's door, and Frau Eisenbaum was boiling purple cabbage with sausages.
 Maddelena unfastened the roll of newspapers.
 Tt is cold" said Emilia from her  always does when my big toe cracks so-you hear it, cara mia?"
 Maddelena made no response: she was gazing fxedly at some headlines.
 Trolley fatally injures Italian la borer. Giovanni Maresca run over at Guilford-both legs crushed Carried to St Raphael's Hospital. unconscious, at an early hour this morning"
 Maddelena uttered a pitiful little cry and dropped on her stool behind the counter, sobbing softly.
 Emilia heard it and rose hastily. What is it. poverina mia?" she asked sympathetically
 "H-h-h-hes dead!" sobbed Mad delena. H
 Who? Silvestri?" screamed Emilia.
 "Silvestri, That little beast-no!" cried the girl wildly.
 The older woman bounced on the newspaper and read the headlines with difficulty. "Che-che!" she mur-