TIRED. it disappeared and presently a lower locked the door, and, without pause, American (3nHdm\||f casionally Marco come in, and walked has been turned into a middle-ciasj door opened and an old man looked conducted us down to the outer door. to and fro for a few moments he paid lodging, or rather apartment house and I was always rather squeamish in Qewn with memory to-night, out. The vender of lamps flew at him We were obliged to go. But we came little attention to us, and was not interested 5^P every room was full, even old Marco'j ^f| Lay not roses at my feet my women and children," Charles with a torrent of Italian. But old again, and many times and at length in our attempts. The fees cell. Partit'ons had been put up in fl From which life and beauty, fled 12?. Marco, hold ng the door open but a Lamb said, and it is well known that vf succeeded in forming a sort of, friendship which we gave him lie received, but the large drawing rooms the Dead, but ah, are yet so sweet chapel little way, admitted first Lucy, then Byron, whose feeling towards women with the old man we did this for with indifference and without thanks. was a kitchen. I inquired for old &> myself and then closed it in the face Ah, those roses with each breath the sake of the angel, whose face Lucy was much like that of a refined sailor "Do you not think the augel beautiful?" Morco he had died the year before. Fragrant spite the dear, dead heart! of the vender and pushed the great was ardently trying to win from heaven 1 asked one day. ft ^#1 (supposing such a character to exist) His son, coming on St. John's Day as How they cloud my soule with pain, bolt, the massive portal was so thick down upon her earthly paperso "Oh, yes," he answered quietly, "but usual, had found the door unlocked And a hopelessness impart 1 could not bear to see a woman eat. that we could not hear the torrent of far trying in vain. But no matter we have'manv others that are beautiful and his father lving on his pallet-bed, Who does not feel a shock when a vowels which was no doubt surging Wild regrets, undimmed tears how often we came, we were always also." which he had brought down into the woman or a child falls far below his That have sorely scorched my soule against the outer surface. obliged to go first through all the Another time I said, "what do you large hall in order he said, "the better Dreams too vivid in their strength ideal? A modern poet expressed the great dusky rooms below before he We found ourselves in a vaulted hall do all day That thou ever dost unroll. to guard the pictures." He seemed to wish that he might be compassed would take us to the chapel th.s was and in spite of the summer heat the dusky "There is much to do," he answered suffer no pain, but with his son sitting I am tired, and I pray a routine inevitable. about by the pure and innocent forms air was here so cool that I felt myself "much. The dust must be kept from by his side he passed away at midnight, That thy anguish sweetly cease. One day, while Lucy was at work, I slightly shivering. In a dull, lifeless of children but he would not have all the frames, and there must be no quiet and conscious but silent to*the 3?Mng not Roses at my feet, asked him if he could describe to me voice, the old keeper was asking our dampness. The flies must be destroyed last. Crown me with the stars of peace. cared to be surrounded by a group of the pictures on the empty wall below, pleasure. I explained. A light came also. There is much to do." I turned away, but the vender ol American boys and girls, shrieking Dear dead roses brush their leaves of course not to him calling then suddenly into his eyes under their lamps, whose shop was now further When my brother came back at last slang at the top of their voices, eating From my pained and weaiied sight "empty." heavy, creased wrinkled lids, he down the street, had recognized me from his pilgrimage, we related our Let me wear the lilies glow, candy voraciously and delivering their straightened h.mself and even his "Most certainly." he replied and Mcm'rv, just this one sweet night. and came forward eager to finish the story and took him to see our opinions with confidence upon matters voice changed and grew strong. Yes, we went down together. Then began Bertha May Ivory in The Current. tale. The old Marchese had died only angel. He admired it as much as we bevond their comprehens*on. Between the art treasures were all there their a singular scene. From wall to wall, a month before the death of the did but manlike, he brushed away all excellence should see them if they from room to room, we went, while, the ages of twelve and nineteen the The Old Palace Keeper. keeper and he, Raffaello, vender ol our fine-spun fancies that it could not, would have the affability to follow. with no knowledge of art and no enthusiasm, American boy is apt to be a nondescript, lamps, considered that the one event would not be copied, that it was too They had the affability but not the he yet described each detail restless, dissatisfied and unnatural caused the other. What would you! beautiful to possess, but must fade breath. The keeper, old as he was, of every picture and its frame with a The Palazzo was to be sold, had not back into the heaven from whence it person* Not content with I a May, 1878, my niece Lucy and I went up the broad stone stairway so clear exactness which I felt to be minutely the sale already been proclaimed? came, remembered but unpictured, being a boy, he tries to make himself a 'Were in Florence. We had been there, rapidly that excellence was left behind accurate. He pointed out this Could old Marco live elsewhere? like a vision in a dream. man by the use of cigarettes, by mannish obliged to come more slowly. The old tint and that fold, this atmostphere and energetic, industrious and solemnly Could his feet learn how to walk in He announced his intention of searching airs, by precocious knowledge of palace was built after the usual Florentine that interior he described the portraits conscientious, through three long other rooms, or his eyes learn to see in out Signor Accolti. the world. fashion. Below had been the of a stern old Accolti in armor, and another, other air? Manifestly not, as their excellence "Do you mean the wicked nephew?" months of sight-seeing, and were now servants' offices next came a comparatively a child, a dimple'd babv, in a A traveler of some distinction, who must see. There had been a I said. For Lucy and I always called taking our ease. I think the first three low half-story and then satin gown, so that I actually"seemed was in this country not long ago, remarked funeralyes, a worthv one Marco's him by that name. months in Florence or Rome is like above began the stretch of vast apartments to see them. In truth I did see them that it made him shudder to son was a pious and patient soul. But I shall be hardly likely to inquire with lofty ceilings and marble all with my mind's eye, and see them learning the alphabet it is some time hear our boys and girls freely expressing old Marco himselfah! there was a for him by that title at the door," said floors, which whether furnished or unfurnished, now. Up the broad stairway we went, opinions upon religion, politics, before one can read. We are now beginning madness! But, if their excellence was Edward smiling. are unlike the American and through the second story and it science, what not and if we do not in haste, he most humbly effaced himself, to read. But May in Italy The "wicked nephew" turned out on home." The Florentine idea was coolness seemed as if a company of soft-sliding shudder ourselves it is because we are and with all good wishes and acquaintance to be a fat, affable, midble-aged means American summer, and we were and dusky, open space the richness, unseen ghosts were with us, and whimperingly accustomed to the practice. Who has blessings, gave to their excellence Italian, with dimpled white not as energetic as we had been we if there was any, came from the following us. It was the most not heard a young slip of a girl, whose good-day. Contance Fennimore Woolson hands and a taste for vegetable gardening. old pictures on the walls, the statue in weird two hours I ever spent. were, however, visiting the palaces in education outside of elementary studies Glirishan Union. The frescoes in the little chapel the niche, and the wide-mouthed at school has been conducted chiefly a leisurely way, a way that was mixed I became quite curious about the were painted, he said, some time in jars, filled with flowers on the floor by "Rhoda Broughton" and liue old man I wondered what he ate, and with much driving out toward the violet the sixteenth century, by a young artist A Counterfeit Cowboy. and from what we call "furniture." masters of thought, settl ng off-hand where he slept, and if he had any an obscure person, patronized by one mountains, buying the wonderful flowers, But here there was nothing not even the question of universal salvation, "There's a pretty good joke on me*" friends who came to see him. The of his ancestors, who had a taste for and even reading novels. No, the jars the walls and floors of the the controversy between the Catholic said a commercial man who traveled vender of lamps could satisfy me upon discovereing geniuses which, however, stately rooms were bare as we followed novel had we read during those first and Protestant churches, "women's two of these points. Go to market? for a Chicago house, to a Chicago Herald generally led to nothing. This artist, him but could never reach him. He rights," the merits of the Anglican solemn three months we had subsisted old Marco! Oh, no he never left the whoever he was died young, the chapel reporter, "and I suppose 1 may as kept always in advance. His manner, creed or the ethics of divorce with as palazzo, night or day. His few and upon the solid food of Hare, Horner being his only extended work. Of well tell it as to wait for some of the too, was peculiar as he entered each much freedom as. she would use in small provisions, the same through course the frescoes, having no name and Crowe, with a foundation of roonhe waved his hand slowly, first boys to get hold of it and make it worse criticising her mother's new bonnet or years, were brought and left at the attached were worthless. They were Vasari and Ruskin and a superstructure to the right, then to he left, as if to her father's character. The children 'than it really is. This Spring I was inner courtyard door. If, in the meantime, subsequently whitewashed over and so call our attention to something. But of the Hawthornes and the themselves can hardly be blamed, for old Marco did not descend, and sent lo the Far West for the first time, remained until about forty years ago there was nothing to be seen. We constantly they are what their surroundings make Brownings. We are now shading off cats appeared, was he, Raffaello, vender when his uncle had the fancy to have and one day about a month ago I found expected to come upon an old, them. What evil influences pervert of lamps, to be held at fault? Manifestly with "Roniola" and Henry James. them uncovered but only a little was myself in Ogden, U. T. At the railway shadowed picture, but the walls remained the American child! Partly, no doubt, not and none but hardened done when his sad malady seized him. One morning old Catarina, who dustour station I was met by an old friend of quite bare. At the end of the the perversion may be ascribed to the souls would assex-t i% since the honesty Ah, there was a fate! To bo mindless apartments daily after the amiable s) family was most long suit he went into the hall and mine, who told me that he was to have working out, or to the reductio ad absurdum, (Raffaello1 of all his and inefficient Italian manner, while the body lived on! Poor old began to ascend a second stately stairway of the democratic spir.t. A a little paity at his house that night, clearly estabLshed in all that quarter. asked if we had seen the Palazzo man! He ("the wicked nephew") had leading lo the upper story. man who incorrectly considers himselt Friends? No, old Marco had no friends. and that he wanted me to attend. often wept over him. Accolti, in the Via Lorenzini there lo be as wise, as well-bred, as important He had a son living beside the straw "Shall we follow?" said Lucy. "But I haven't anything to wear,' I Photographed? Yes, certainly that Were wonderful art treasures there. as anybodv, in the community, market but, what would you! when "Perhaps there is something above," said. *I du't biing: an\thiuc alonewith is, if old Marco would allow it. (Here As both Lucy and I had studied Italian, i who, in a word, looks up to nobody, there was such a disposition as Marco's, I answered. But we found'only another me, the nephew laughed heartily.) If he we talked to the servants and to the will not be reverenced by his own none could abide it, not even a procession of rooms like those below, would not allow it, we mi^ht as well 'Oh, anything is good enough,' my *hop people in their own language in children. The feeling of respect and sonalways with the nobilities' permission. equally large, dusky and lofty, and attempt to take a fortified tower. friend replied 'YOU see, we are prettv preference to the parti-colored French the sense of suboidination do not exist equally bare. The keeper still in advance famil\T, and consequently the plain people out here in the West and Which in Italy is held sacred to the English As we were not rich enough to buy in his waving his hand in the same Once I did see the old man's abode. don't care much how we dress. The and Americans. At Catarina's chapels, or the walls of chapels we decided children are entirely deficient in that slow way. He had taken me up a little, narrow, fact is, you don't want to put on auy speech the young serving-man who was to have if possible, our anoel veneration which is natural to concealed stairway, because I had Lucv ran after him. "But the pict- style, for none of the rest of us do, and in the next room (she did not know it) photographed, although it seemed in a childhood, and lacking in this, asked if there were any rooms above ures?" she said in Italian "where are 3 on'll feel more at home and get along laughed and then, appearing with certain sense like desecration. But they are not children, but imps. there, under the great cornice which they?" better if 3-011 go sort of rough and tumble deep respect and apoligies at the door, when we proposed it to Marco he went Plato said that in an ultrademocratic cast a shadow over half the street below, "Does their graciousness not observe like in our style.' explained that there was nothing in into one of his cold, fierce rages, and state the very horses and there were some small chambers, them? They "are everywhere," he "So I promised to go and went to a that old palace for the illustrious ladies said that it should not be and that he dogs in the street wore an air of impudence and in the smallest of these, a mere gravely answered. hotel for supper. After supper I went would not admit the photographer. to see nothing at all. It was but a and sell-will. Children in all cell, there was a narrow pallet-bed and Luoy came back to me startled. up to my room to get ready for the He was as good as his word and although delusion of old Catrina's, who had ranks suffer al# from a too hasty development. a chair. But from the narrow window "Shall we go any farther?" she whispered. party. I was a little puzzled as to how we brought the man there three lived there when a girl, and who could opened a magnificent view. All Florence to fix up, but finally came to this conclusion: times, and exhausted ourselves with neverwith the permission of their Their studies are often forced they lay beneath the Duotno, Giotto's "Oh, yes," I said. "Even if his 'My friend is right,' savs I to entreaty and bribes, he refused to open noblenessremember the flight of time. are encouraged or allowed to take part lovely campanile, the flower-stem mind is somewhat weakened, as it myself 'it won't do to try to put on the door and we remained outside in Treasures were there, without doubt, in conversations that are above them, tower of the Palazzo Vecchio, and, all seems to be, he is probably quite harmless. any style. My friend wore a red flannel company with nearly ail the inhabitants once but they had all been sold. The and they are surfeited with foolish around, the violet mountains, and the There may still be something shirt with no collar, and probably of the Via Lorenzini, assembled to whole world knew this save Catarina literature. A ch Id should read few beautiful valley of the Arno going westward and I confess I am curious." that's the way most of the folks go out see the seige. alone. The old woman had shrunk at books, and some of them, at least, to the sea. When he had at last gone through all here If I put on that dress-coat I have The summer heat was increasing and the sound of his voice, and would say should be such as he does not altogether "Is this your room. Marco?" I said. these rooms the keeper turned down a amon my samples and a well-laundried Switzerland was awaiting us but we no more. But the next time I found understand, for then his imagination "What a magnificent view!" corridor leading around the court from shirt they'll make fun of me. longed for our angel. At last Lucy and iher alone I questioned her, and at will be developed, his fancy enriched "I am near sighted," replied the old it opened smaller rooms, all empty. They'll say I am a dude, and I won't I thought of another plan. We took Jength won from her the belief that the and his intellectual coriosity stimulated. man carelessly "I cannot see the At the end of the corridor he unlocked get along very well with them, and with us to the old palace a copyist, an art treasures of the old palace were not There is nothing so good for him view." a door and stood waiting. that'll be unpleasant for my friend and English girl who had a peculiar skill old, but still in their places in the dark as to let him alone. The perceptions One day he looked so feeble and ill "This," he said, "is tho family his wife. In Rome do as "the Romans I hi catching the most delicate shades of -closed rooms above. She knew that of children are wonderfully acute, but that I was troubled. "He will die chapel. Here, as their illustiiousness do.' expression. We introduced her somewhat the ground floor was turned into shops the}' are only dulled by much reading here some day, all alone, and no one will observe, is our only fresco our "So I took off my white shirt and deceitfully, as "a friend," and laut old Marco, the keeper, still lived of "juvenile literatuie," or by the premature will know it," I said to Lucy. "Let us others are all paintings in oil." my business coat and put on a flannel then while she was at work, we took above and why should he live there if exercise of their reasoning try, on the way home, to find that son." The chapel was small, the smallest shirt, with an embroidered front I happened turns in asking old Marco to "explain there was no treasures? Why should powers. In a measure, the pecul-ar So our driver took us through the room we had seen it was of peculiar to have along, and an old corduroy the pictures" to us in the somber there still be a keeper if there was faults of Amer.can children may doubtless straw market, and, after some search* shape, the rounding arch of the ceilin^ jacket which I wore while packing rooms below. This he was always nothing to keep? The palace itself be attributed to climate. When a we found our man. He was a maker, beg.nning not at the top of the walls my sample trunks. I had no collar and ready to do and the ruse suceeded could not be sold while the old Marchese boy delivers his most ordinary remarks or rather a mender, of umbrellas, and but at the floor. It was cfuite bare, no necktie except a silk handkerchief, admirably until one day when he stole lived. At his death, no doubt, in a loud soprano scream, or climbs all at work in his little shop when our carriage save for a small stone altar and as the which I tied around my neck. Then I upstairs without letting us know, and "the wicked nephew," who had already over a railroad car, or bolts his dinner paused at his door literally at colored glass of the wiudow above had put on my overcoat and went down coming stealthily in behind the English like a hungry pup, the just man, however sold all that he could, would sell his door, because there was no sidewalk, been replaced by coarse white panes, stairs to inert the man my friend said girl, looked at her work over her much anno\ed, will consider that that also but the old Marchese still and we sat in our carriage and a flood of clear golden light came in, he would send to conduct me to his shoulder and' then, suddenly stretching our dry aud rasping climate has overset lived. talked to_him easily on his bench within. very different from the somber gloom house. out his hand seized it and dashed it to the nervous S3 stem of the lad. He is a small thin man of fifty, below. "Well, when I reached the scene of the ground. Her frightened cry Moreover, unless his case is an exceptional "There?" I asked. with bent shoulders and a patient face. "Oh, how lovely!" cried Lucy, forgetting festivities I was about the sickest man brought us to the scene, where we one, he has never been taught to Yes, old Marco was his father but he Oh, no with the permission of their all about the old keeper's that ever was in Utah. Instead of the found her half fainting with terror and modulate his voice. The child whose seldom saw him. He found it necessarywith excellence, the old Marchese had been singularities in a sudden outburst of company of rude cow-bo and redshirted Marco stamping on the copy, mother invariably speaks in high-pitched their permissionto keep /stricken by God, in his mind forty enthusiasm. I echoed her cry. For miners I had expected to meet, to "But we copied it too, "Marco," I tones can hardly be expected to discover steadily at work here at his bench. 'jears before, and was with those who there, on the back wall which faced I found mj-self in an assemblage of fth said, trying to soothe him. fr* for himself that there is another the altar, there gleamed out an an-el *cared for such unfortunate ones. The "Say rather that thou dost not see well-dressed ladies and gentlemen. "You tried,'' said the old man, with and a better way. On the whole, then, so beautiful that it seemed to me then, "Wicked nephew said that God had cer*tainly him because he will not see thee." said Some of the gentlemen were in full a withering scorn for the first time the more the subject is exam.ned tne as in recollection it seems to me now, forgotten him, since he was his wife, who was behind in the shadow, dress and several of the ladies were in using the second person in addressing more clearly it appears that, the peculiar the most heavenly vision upon which nearly ninety years old but, plainly it with several children around her. evening att re. All ot the gentlemen, us. "But no one would ever have faults of American children may my earthly eyes have rested. The was that the good Lord was in no haste "Will the most noble ladies believe it?" it is needless to ty, wore white shirts known your copies!" truly be described, as a partly geographical figure was boldly painted, not quite the 4 give to that wicked one what he had she continued, rising and coming forward, and collars. My arrival created souieof My brother was not with us that day and largely parental in their size of life it was not flying, but seemed unable to keep silence, "Old a sensation, and I could see that the _* much coveted. If their illustrousness and we three women had to go he origin. to have just ceased its flight. Its Marco will not leave the palace, and people had hard work to keep from would condescend to go to the would not allow us to stay longer. ^old palace, Catarina felt sure that Their virtues are as striking as their arms were full of the Florentine lilies has never therefore even seen the little laughing right before my face and And I think on the whole, we were faults. Very few children are altogether our own fleur de luceand upon its ones, lest they should injurethe eyes. treasures were still to be seen. rather glad to reach the street again. truthful, but certainly the face and its lovely eyes, which looked innocents!his pictures, there! His "What did I do? Well what would Their illustriousness condescended But the next morning we went dack American child is pre-eminent in this at us, there shone the smile which pictures said I? And all the world you expect a Chicago man to do under ,at least condescended to try. "It will reinforced by Edward and an abundance respect, surpassing even his English gave, probably, the mysterious charm. knows that there are no pictures! Ah, such circumstances? Run? No, sir. My a comfort to see something nohavn i of gifts even the English girl was ^the grade books," said Lucy, who contemporary. Our children are, moreover, For it was a smile not of eartha smile it is of a stubbornness!" friend invited me to help mvself to his fase nated by our angel. so frank, so nimble-witted and so like that which we dream will greet us "My father is old and his fancies. wardrobe, but I proudly refused, and in j%g learned all that those useful publik%*cations Old Marco admitted us. He was no sympathetic that often they charm when, standing alone on the threshold But he gives us always the half, and a few minutes made a" little speech to longer angry, there was a look of indifference had to tell, now ungratefully away the disagreeable impression of of the next world, we see coming to more, of the little he has," began the the whole party, in which I told, in "^despised them. So one morning we on his face which made us bheir worst faults. As for the American meet us those we have loved best here, man's mild voice. as humorous manner as I could, how I *gl drove into the narrow Via Lorenzini hope that he had forgotten it all. But girl, she is perhaps most engaging but a remembrance. The angel was had been misled, and inviting them to "Say rather that he is mad," interrupted in seach of the old palace and finally through the whole of both the long when she might still be called a child? alone the edges of its white robe, of call me the Chicago Cowboy. Tbey the woman, indignantly. "Wh at ^fouad itan old, grim, lofty stone visitas of empty rooms he made ns go But with this complex and fascinating the glory around its head, and of the had a laugh at my expense, dubbed me is the moneyI ask your nobleness J\ building, like many another in Flor- while he gave us minute descriptions person, the despair and the ^de- lily branches it bore, were indistinct, the Chicago Cowboy and treated me so to a natural love for his own grandchildren?" of all the vanished paintings, a desctiption "^-ence its ground floor was now occupled light of the novel-writer, one cannot merged in the old whitewash with by small shops, and all the shut- nicely that I spent a most social even- And, snatching up the which was never varied by so deal at the end of an article.Balph* which all the remainder of the wall ins:." baby who was crawling across the floor, much as a new comma. We did not dare tera were closed above. The great Easlon, in The Epoch. was covered it leaned toward us out of and calling the others, she disappeared, to interrupt him lest it should rouse his doors ot the entrance were locked and y Her Ticket Matched Her Dress. this blankness like the star seen her motherly ebullition no doubt for the wrath again, and so'we held our peace "Hooked, as though they had not been through the single rift in a dull gray Life. moment quite sincere, in spite of the and went through the ordeal a3 graciously First Kansas WomanWere you. at g^opened for a century there was no cloud. money. the polls yesterdav, Minne? as we could. At last it was over, Dining and sleeping, 'r Sl.j'bell. We gazed upward in perplexity. "1 must come here every day and Left alone, the umbrella mender of his own accord he pointed down the Laughing and weeping^ But the whole neighborhood was, as Second Kansas WomanO yes, I was sketch it," said Lucy "or, at least, try looked at us apologetically, in a mild corridor Sighing for some new toy the Frinch say, assisting and we saw out at the dear I ttle polls. Isn't it just to and, like Fra Angelico,,I shall work silence. I began to explain my fears Loving and hating, "T he door is open," he said. that we had only to make inquiries too nice to vote? upon my knees. It is the most heavenly about the solitary old man. V'Do you Wooing and mating'f' "He was not going with us, then," so selecting a vender of lamps, who face I have ever seen." "How did you vote?" ever see him?" I asked. Chasing the phantom, Joy, we mutely signaled to each other. 'Occupied the largest shop, we said I asked the old keeper, who had* seated "Twice each year, on Christmas day "Really, dear, I don't remember." "Better and better!" And we went iihat we wished to enter the palfe. Losing and winning, himself on the step of the altar with and S John Baptist, I go there," he "Well, you remember that they hasi on. *ce and asked for old Marco. Pnjo mg and sinning,. an uninterested air, when the whitewash answered. "It is then that^ he gives two kmds of tickels-white and red." Butalas! alas! when we reached the "This was evidently a surprising Seekinz a higher life was removed from this figure, me the money." -^J^j ^v^f "Oh, I remember now. It was the chapel our beautiful angel was gone. Hope and repinins, demand but the vender of lamps would and whether it was supposed there "Have you tried to see\him at other lovelv little red ticket that Iput oa the Shadow and shining,. Onlv a gaping blank remained where el go in search of old Marco, with all were other figures still buried beneath. Care and worry and strife! times?" polls."" her loveliness had been. speed, if their highnesses would gracSously I He replied that the old Marchese had Hoarding and wasting, "Yes but he onlv looks out and Why I am surprised. That was tbe We exclaimed and deplored we were wait. The highnesses waited discovered the angel, and it was by his Loitering, hastingr, ansry. shakes his head. Their nobleness republican ticket." ^.i $? Is therefore, I hope graciously, and busi- order that the whitewash had been removed. Hissing the golden markf" has perhaps observed that my father is "Wei! I didn't ask. I saw that the Lucy sat down on the step of the 'f ess was suspended for the morning in Pratingan and flouting, But God had afflicted him almost ,a* Trustin doubting at times somewhat obstinate." color of the ticket was a delicate red alter and cried. I think my own eyes th Via Lorenzini. At last the vender Mr on the very day of the completion So spoke the son, his thin, hardworked and that it exactty matched my dress." were a little wet too for it "was like the Taking a leap in the dark. lamps returned and "with despera- of the labor, forty years before and all hands folded on the old Nashville Americans'*} death of an old friend, "g Clarence H. Tear*on, The Current* /tion." Old Marco, who was of an lhe had since rema ned as he had left it. green umbrella upon which he had been A We heard a step coming libwn I '"obstinacy most, incredible," refused The Honeymoon. "But if there are other figures, underneath at work. Something in his face which corridor. Old Marco appeared at the 4 Lunar Rainbow. I "to believe that illustrious ones were as beautiful as this," I began, seemed to tell me of years of patience door. A rainbow produced by moonlight is I wailing, but required that they should 4 The word honeymoon, or first month "I should think that the nephew" with that father made me rather asshamed "You will not rob the Marchese now! a very rare phenomenon. A solar rainbow come within his own courtyard, where, of married life, is said to be derived But here I stopped, alarmed. The word of my usasked interference. he said, with his cold smile. is. produced by the direct light of 4 ho could see them, before he would from the ancient Teutons. The}- were "nephew" seemed to have turned the So, leaving some coins for the children, The "wicked nephew" only laughed descend and unbar the door. This the sun on drops of water, each drop accustomed to drink for th.rty days old man into a living statue of hate. I drove away, suggesting, however, when he heard it, and turned to his obstinacy made the vender of lamps break^ig up the rays into the primary^" after marriage a kind of wine made He did not move, but h.s eyes grew so that he should try to see old Marco vegetables again. "Truly," he said, desire to live no longer, such was his colors. The lunar bow is caused by from honey. Hence the words hon&y coldly fierce that they glittered. "Curs,ed, soon. He promised, patiently, and "old Marco is a delightful*old original! #hame in the presence of their nobilities. cursed be he!" he cried, and his went on with his green umbrella. the moonlight(the sunVreflected light) and moon, or the period from one new One could never tell what he would do But their nobilities alighted and voice rang through the chapel and corridor, moon to another, nave been handed acting in the sameway but it is not The days passed by and we spent next," followed him through his shop into the and, passing down the stairs, now all our mornings with the angel. down to indicate the blissful period sufficiently powerful, excep in very rare The 10th of May, 1880. I arHvcTTn courtyard, where looking up, they saw seemed to echo through all the empty too, was attempting to sketch the spent by a bi-ide and groom immediate Florence last evening and I have just instances, to show anything more than dim face behind the glass eaz-ng house. Then he rose, waved us out, re- beautiful face, and not eucceeding. Oc- come from the Palazzo Accolti. It ly after marriage. a gleam^ of p#e{ggow Jigu t, down from one of the 'upper windows