The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1920-02-26

my IDEAS together added MagnAsco.
Yes. let US get our ideas together;
will you sit down a moment : madam ..
Slgnora Laura understood that he
was asking permission TO stop few
moments longer. and turned to re-
enter the drawin. room.
on, am 50 sorry 10 trouble you ..
Felicino resumed, but really do not
understand | no longer remember
why | returned here .
And poor Magnasco, having taken
his handkerchief out Of his pocket,
was wiping the perspiraton that was
dropping in profusion from his fore
head.
Now he said, when they were
in the drawing-room, now remember
Immediately. left YOU, has
tened toward home But ! met
some friends under the arcades Of the
Carlo Felice theatre, who were just
coming out from supper -. They de-
tanned me with their chatter -. Then,
I went home but half way up the
stairs, | found | had forgotten my
key Where could have left il, since
I had II last night? Then bethought
me that ! had laid my overcoat in
your antechamber, and that therefore
But, allow me, | will run and see;
il certainly must have fallen in some
little nook .
And without waiting further, Eel
icino Magnasoo, who had not lifted
his eyes to his cousin, went hurriedly
from the room.
Now then. what shall We dog Rob
erto asked Signora Laura.
What shall we do she answered.
Tell him s. 1t is the best way.
OH no madam, not bit of it, said
Roberto. He will believe that we are
deceiving him. There is nothing
worse than the truth. And besides do
you feel in duty bound to excuse your
self to him? Do you love him!
Nonsense! do | look as though |
did?
Therefore, tell him what you like.
Full power?
Full power
II was quite time they reached an
understanding; Felicino was returning
to the drawing
have found my key! he cried, en-
tering with the precious object be-
tween his fingers. II was on the floor,
near the little stand.
SO have / found minel Roberto
Fcnoglio grumbled, looking askance
NJ Signora Laura.
Then, passing his palm across his
forehead, like a man who has taken
a decision he spoke as follows
Felicino, my friend, | present my
wife!
This cry came from Felicino Mag |
nasco's mouth, as did the 'tu quoque,
Brute, fill mi?" from that of Caesar.
That cry expressed astonishment, ir-
ony, reproaeh, and God knows how
many other things besidesl
Roberto Fenoglio had not unduly |
boasted Of his talents, when he said
he was born TO be an orator.
The discourse of which he delivered
himself on this very trying occasion,
however broken by the frequent nee
essity for dialogue, placed bim Tin my
estimation, be il we'll understood) up
on level with Cicero and Demos
themes.
Felicino, said he in a serious tone
that called for corresponding gravity
in his hearer. let US go back to the be-
ginning. and you will find that you
cannot blame. me.
All, we shall see! answered Mag
nasco.
Certainly, we shall see, and in ear
nest, not with the ironical turn you
give TO the word. And first Of all I
what did l know about your matri-
monial designs upon your cousin
Before Signora Laura Mongolia be
came Signora Laura Fenoglio. could
foresee that a friend Of mine would
one day ask her in marriage? and
even in that anticipation, was 20
make, vas II reasonable TO expect Of
me, the superhuman sacrifice Of re-
1ouncing her hand which Is 50
beautiful You viii not be 50 cruel /.
as to make such pretensions. my Fell
ciBo. viii you2 Besides you viii not
expect your friends. through friend
ship. to BE- endowed with the gift Of
prophecy 4
No certainly, do not pretend as
much.
Very wei thcni what fault can you