Connecticut western news., 1921-03-10

EZ OMObA mlAy Shlu lne uhhu
 scholar, "thou wilt reach
 AA the needful voiumes-thou 'knovest them-on the fifth shelf of the cabinet"
 Tito rose at the same moment with Romola, saying, "I will reach them, If you will point them out" and fol- lowed her hastily into the adjoining small room,
 ssr There they are," said Romola, pointing upward; "every book is just where 1t was when my father ceased to see them"
 Tito stood by her without hastening Ito reach the books.
 "I hope" she continued, turning her eyes full on Tito, with look of grave conf1dence-'T hope he will not weary you; this work makes him so happy?
 And me too, Romola--if you only let me say, I love you-if you will only think me worth loving little"
 His speech was~the softest murmur, and the dark beautiful face, nearer to hers than 1t had ever been before was looking at her with beseeching tenderness.
 q do love you," murmured Romola {; l she looked at him with the same sim pie majesty as ever, but her voice had never in her life before sunk to that murmur. It seemed to them both that they were looking at each other long while before her lips moved again {; yet 1t was but a moment till she said, "Ttknow now what 1t Is to be happy"
 The faces just met, and the dark curls mingled for an instant with the rippling gold. Quick as lightning after that, Tito set his foot on a projecting ledge of the book shelves and reached down the needful volumes. They were both contented to be silent and sep arate, for that first blissful experience of mutual consciousness was all the more exquisite for being unperturbed by immediate sensation.
 It had all been as rapid as the IT, reversible mingling of waters, for even the eager and jealous Bardo had not become impatient.
 Whey they told her father, he wanted time for reflection. "Be patient my children; you are very young"
 "No more could be said, and Ro- mola's heart was perfectly satisfied. Not so Tito's. If the subtle mixture of good and evil prepares suffering for human truth and purity, there is also suffering prepared for the wrongdoer by the same mingled conditions. AS Tito kissed Romola on their parting that evening the very strength of the thrill that moved his whole being at the sense that this woman, whose beauty it was hardly possible to think of as anything but the necessary con- sequence of her noble nature, loved him with all the tenderness that spoke in her clear eyes, brought a strong reaction of regret that he had not kept himself free from that first deceit which had dragged him into the dan ger of being disgraced before her There was a spring of bitterness min gled with that fountain of sweets"
 George Eliot's magnificent study o1 character concerns itself with Flor ence at the time when Christopher Columbus was discovering America when Savonarola was prior of Saint Marks and ruled the city by his moral energy and his fanaticism, wher his pious frenzies his visions, and his predictions of heavenly wrath seemed to the majority of his fellow citizens as coming from a more than mortal source; when Charles the Eighth oi France invaded Italy; when the plague brought dire dismay; when the city was distraught by the struggles of tho austere devoteeS of Savonarola anC the gay partisans of pleasure; wher the mighty ones of the land were united against poor distracted Flor ence; when Piero de Medici was con spring to regain the power once helC by Lorenzo the Magnificent; when fin ally Florence turned against Savon l arola, and he met his death fl ignominy or martyrdOm, as one viewed 1t as foe or partisan. Across the seem there fit the figures of Pico delli Mirandola, of Fra Bartolommeo, O , Demenico Ghirlandajo, of Cossimo PierO, of Poliziano, of Bernardo de Nero, of Strozzis and Tornabuonis, O [ Niccolo Machiavelli, of a "promian,