New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-10-12

the place beside her. When she sat Hernia
out an arm round the child and kissed her
softlv on the brow Stella looked up at her
timidlv and then put her sinewy brown
hand in Hermia's softer one and there let
/, stav. Hernia had made friend.
Cleofonte looked up from his chicken
bone and shook his huge shoulders. You
are sorry, Signora: But so am |. But what
would YOU have? One must eat.
1T seems a pity. said Hernia, smiling.
Fabian shrugged his shoulders and raised
his browS to the sky, with the resignation
Of the fatalist. at is lie-,oild tout.
The soup was OF vegetables, for which
the Fabian family had not paid; but it was
none the less nourshing on that account.
The chicken, luxury Of which for many
days the larder OF the Fabiani family had
been innocent, was acclaimed with JOY and
despatched with magic haste. The cheese,
the rye bread, and the salad were beyond
cayil, and the coffee, Of Duchanels best,
made all things complete.
The dusk had fallen, yclvety and odorous,
and the stars came pccping Shyly forth.
Fabiani, who for all his braggadOcio, did not
lack certain magniHcence, had insisted
that the visitors remain in camp Tor the
night Madame should sleep in the house
wagon with Signora Fa1iani, Stella, and the
baby. Were there not two beds? As for
Monsieur Philidor, he knew a man when he
saw one. The night w heaven sent. Mon
9eur should sleep as De md Luigi slept-d Ia
belle ttoile.
Hermia's cover for the night assured,
Markham had accep'al the invitation, and
nov, all care banishsl for at least twelve
n1ourS, they sat in gre, good fellowship be-
lore the FIRE listening , Cleofontes tales OF
the road They forgive him much for his
good heart, and at appropriate moments
LED in applause Of his rrowess and achieve
ments. When the .Juvcrsation Jagged,
winch winch it did when C'.Jiontc grew weary,
hernia brought forth her orchestra and
pAyed for them; first the tunes she had
PacuSed, and afterwa-3, as she gained new
Tyonndence in their ppreciation, Santa
LUCIA and ~Funicu,, 'unicula, 10 which
Cleoionte, who had q .ul for concord, roared
me oaSso. 1t Wa night for vagabonds,
e4Ie'Tee, a night Of laughter, Of mirth and
Nug What did II natter what happened
Vi me morrow! Her we're meat, drink, and
more?
A TER a time, the din awakening the
Il oamoino, the SiguCra went 10 bed, and
hernia, her hand in >tclla's, followed TO the
WSasyn' The animals fed and watered,
., settled down by the fire with his
~s1ly found friend and lit a pipe. In mo-
.ue;'' Luigi had fallen back on his blanket
49, .I was asleep. Markham was conscious
I-a. raoianl still talked; but he had already
.s-r1 mat 1t was not necessary 10 make
.pnes, and 50 he sat, holding or answering
4, = I.'lohoSyllables. A warm breeze sighed in
n ~ I.eeetoops, the rll tinkled nearby, and a
y; IN gu ord called in the distance. The glow
,.: Hie IRE painted the trunks Of the trees
~, rose IN dim majesty 20 where their
cb -;.sleS held aery among the stars. The
,o -.lS o. the bear still clanked as he rolled
i-r- -1G I'll, ,To. until gruff "Be silent, thou!
M ~.4 Cieolonte brought quiet in that di-
vs'- H. After awhile even Cleofonte grew
4. Of MS own voice, his head fell upon
WGeast' and he sank prone and slept.
s,.; ,a.kh pa sat for q long while, his back
Pms s,;-is' tne bole Of a tree, pipe in mouth,
bf nlGo the embcrs Of the fire. He had
ky5sm the tarpaulin that covered the don
wib PACK and Cleofonte had provided him
d. blanket; but he seemed TO have no
ea,oS sleep. The smile at his lips indi-
He,,-a;ui at his thoughts were pleasant ones.
wo. ,i,i9 mad learned something today,
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