Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1921-01-21

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fhe- setting for Ae lives of q woman
and a man and the progress Of their
souls, the one upward and the other
downward, as wonderfully drawn as
ever human, lives were portrayed by
pen of man o. woman
fFlorence saw Tito aMelema eve
making his way upward from the day
when he found himself adrift after
shipwreck. and was carried to the
market, by. the .o~mnipresent Bratti
merchant and huckster, and introduced
to breakfast and a kiss from pretty
little Tessa, and passed under the def
hand of the Notwithstanding barber
philosopher Nello.i That shrewd crafts
man, with edged tools-razor or tongue
Gintf6dGced him to the bright and
powerful folk who freQuented his shop
as If it were a club, and brought him
to the notice OF the blind scholar Bar
do, who needed, just such a clever
young student as Tito for a helper.
From that his path was easy ito the
confidence of the great: Latin secre-
tary-te- the state, emba ssies to Rome,
everything was his, even to the envy
of Niccof0 Machiavelli. The world saw
only the dazzling success; there were
a few who. marked the change that
came from the final departure Qflnoral
youthfulness,' who Saw the perfidies
and assertions of the dextrous and fac
Tile Greek, the baseness- that smiles
and triumphss who knew how he had
left to slavery the adaptive father who
had rescued him and made him what
he was, now ne proved false to the
memory of Romola's father, VINO set
him-en OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
ence, how he betrayed his great pat
'rons, how he deceived poor Tessa,
that ssweet. pouting, innocent, round
thing" how he threw away the great
treasure of Romola's love, and how
his only bitter thought was that a
timely, well Devised falsehood might
have saved him from every fatal con-
sequence.
; Over against the figure of the mar
she married stands Romola, "fair as
the Florentine lily before it got quar-
reIsome and turned red" as the rhap-
sodic Nello described her. Her con
tempt of all injustice and meanness,
the noble serenity with which she ac-
cepted. though not without inward
struggle, all that life and duty brought
her, the, willing service she rendered
her father. her husband, the poor, the
sufferers in the plague, Tito's aban-
doned father, even Tessa, her rival to
the tftleyo wife, the mother of Tito's
children. the majestic self-possession
which at the slightest touch on the
fibres of affection or pity, could be-
come passionate With tenderness-all
this justified her godfather, Bernardo
del Nero In his exhortation to her ia
Their, Remember, Barde, thou hast q
rare gem of, thy own :. take care no
man gets it who Is not likely to pay
a worthy price. That pretty Greek
has d 1.-THE sickness about him that
seems maryeilously fitted for slipping
easily into any nest he fixes his eyes
upon"
But he that smiles and triumphs
does not always triumph to the end.
He is sometimes found out. So 1t was
with Tito. He had made the last
preparation for departure to a larger
field of action. Pursued in the night
by a crowd of angry men, he barely
had-tfme to leap from II bridge into
the Arno. A long swim In the dark
ness-in the tumult of his blood he
could only feel vaguely that he was
safe and might land. But where? The
current was having its way with him ;
he hardly knew where he was; K
haustion was bringing on the dreamy
state that precedes Inconsistencies.
But now there were eyes that dis
cerned him-aged, strong for the dis
lance. Baldassare-his father-look-
ing up blankly from the search to
which his poverty had led him, had
seen q white object coming along the
stream-couid that be any fortunate
chance for him7 He looked and looked.
till the object gathered form then he
leaned forward with a start as he sat
among the rank green-stems~and-h his
eyes seemed to be filed with a new
light-yet he only Neutrality-suspicious.
less. Something was being brought to
him.
The next instant a mans body was
cast violently on the grass two yards
from him, and he started forward like
a panther, clutching the velvet tunic
as he fell forward on the body and
flashed a look In TIE mans face.
DeadAwas he'dead? The eyes were
rigid. But no, 1t could not b~e-justice
had brought him. Men looked dead
sometimes, and yetthe- life came back
to them Baldassare. did not feel fee
BILE In that moment. III knew just
| what heacould do. He got his large
| fingers within the neckro + the tunic
and held them there, kneeling on one
knee beside the body and watching
the face. In his eyes there was only
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