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or Gaze do not stop there —there are no ''sights" save the old sanctuary called Monte Vergine standing aloft on its rugged hill, with all the memories of its ancient days clinging to it like a wizard's cloak, and wrapping it In a sort of mysterous meditative silcnce. It can 4ook back through a vista of eventful years to tho eleventh century, -when it was erected, so the people say, on the ruins of a temple of Cybele. But -what do tho sheep and geese that are whipped abroad in herds by tho drovers •Cook and Gaze know of Monte yergine or Cybele? Nothing,—and thev care less and quiet Avellino escapes from their •depredations, thankful that it is not •marked on the business map of the drovers' "runs." Shut in by the lofty Apennines, built on tho slopo of the hill that winds gently down into a green and fruitful valley through which the river Sabato rushes and gleams white against clcft rocks that look liko warworn and deserted castlos, a drowsy peace encircles it, and a sort of atatelincss. which, compared with the riotous fun and folly of Natjlcs only thirty miles away, Is as though tho statue of a undo Egeria wore placed in rivalry with the painted waxen imago of a half-dressed ballet-dancer. Few lovelier sights are to bo soon In nature than a sunsot from ono of the smaller hills round Avellino,—when tho peaks of the

Apennines seem to catch lire from the flaming clouds, and, below them, tho valleys are full of those tendor purple and gfey lhadows that ono sees on the •canvases of Salvator Rosa, while tho (town itself looks like a bronzed carving •on an old shield, outlined cloarly against the dazzling lustre of tho sky. To this aretirod spot I came, Rlad to rest •for a time from my work of rengeanco, glad to lay down tray burden of blttorness for a tbrlef space, and bocoine, as it were, .human again, In tho sight of tho near 'mountains. For within their close proxilmliVf things common, things mean, ••seem to slip from tho soul.—a sort of llargenoss pervades tho thoughts, tho 'Cramping prosiness of daily life has no room to assort its sway,—a grand hush falls on tho stormy waters of passion, and liko a chlddon babo tho strong man stands, dwarfed tt an infinite littleness tin his own sight, boforo thoso majestic imonarchs of tho landscape, whoso large •brows are crowned with the blue circlet •*f heaven.

I took up my abode in a quiet, almost "humblo lodging, living simply, and attended only by Vincenzo. I was tired of tho ostontatlon I had been forced to practice in Naples in ordor to attain my onds,—and it was a roliof to me to be for a thno as though I were a poor man. The houso in which I found rooms that suited mo, was a rambllngly built, picturesque flittle placo, situated on tho outskirts of •tho town, and the woman who owned it was, in her way, a charactor. She was ajRoman, sho told mo, with pride flashring in her black eyes—I could guess Jthat at onco by lior strongly marked features, her magnificently moulded j-flguro, and hor freo firm tread,—that -.«tep which Is swift without being hasty, 'which is tho manner born of Roma.

Sho told me hor story In a few words, with such oloquent gestures, that she seomodtolive through it again as she spoko her husband had boon a worker In a marble quarry,—ono ot his follows had let a huge peace of the rock fall on lilm, and ho was crushed to death. ^•And well do I know," she said, "that he "killed my Tonlo purposely/ for he would have loved me had he dared. Bat I am a commen women, see you—and It seems to mc one cannot lie. And when my love's poor body was scarce covered In tho earth, that miserable one—the murdorcr—camo to mo —he offered marriage. I accused hitn

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of his crime,—ho denied It—he said the ^ock slipped from his hands, he knew not how. I struck him on tho mouth, and bade it'm leavo my sight, and take my curse with him! He is dead now—and surely if the saints have heard me, his soul Is not in heaven!"

Thus she spoke with flashing eyes and purposeful energy, while with her strong brown arms she threw open the wide casement of the sitting room I had taken, and bade me view her orchard. It was afresh green strip of verdure and foliage—about eight acres of good land, .planted entirely with apple-trees.

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"Yes, truly!" she said, snowing her white teeth in a pleased smile, as I made tho admiring remark she expected. "Avolliuo has long had a name for its apples—but u. ika to the Holy Mother, I think in tho season thore is no fruit in all tho neighborhood finer than mine. The produce of It brings mo almost enough to live upon— that and the House, when I can find signer! willing to dwell with me. But few strangers come hither sometimes an artist, sometimos a poet—such as these are soon tired of gaiety, and are glad to rest To common persons I would not open my door—not for pride, ah no! but when ,one has a girl, one cannot be too careful." "You havo a daughter, thon?"

Her fierce eyes softened. ••One—my Lilla. I call her my blessing, and too good for me. Often I fancy that it ia because she tends them that tho trees bear so well, and the apples are so sound and sweet! And when she drives tho load of fruit to market, and sits so smilingly behind tho team, it seems to mo that her very face brings luck to the sale."

I smiled at the mother's enthusiasm, and sighed. I had no fair faiths left—J could not even believe in Lilla. My landlady, Signora Monti as sho was called, saw that I looked fatigued, and left me to myselr,—and during my stay I saw very little of hor, Vincenzo constituting himself my majordomo, or rather becoming for my sake a sort of amiable slave, always looking to tho smallest details of my comfort, and studying my wishes with an anxious solicitude that touched while it gratified mo. I had been fully throe days in mv retreat before ho ventured to enter upon any conversation with me, for he had observed that I always sought to be alone, that I took long, solitary rambles through the woods and across the hills —and, not daring to break through my taciturity, ho had contented himself by merely attending to 'my material comforts in silence. One afternoon, however, after clearlr.g away the remains of my light luncheon, ho lingered in the room. "Tho Eccoilcnza has not yet scon Lilla Monti?" ho asked hesitatingly.

I looked at him in some surprise. There was a blush on his olive-tinted cheeks and an unusual sparkle in his eyes. For the first time I realized that this valet of mine was a handsome young fellow. "Seen Lilla Monti?" I repeated, halfabsently "oh, you mean the child of the landlady? No, I havo not seen her. Why do you ask?"

Vincenzo smiled. "Pardon, Eccellenza but she is beautiful, and there is a saying in my province—Be the heart heavy as a stone, the sight of a fair face will lighten it!"

I gavo an impatient gesture. "All folly, Vincenzol Beauty is the curse of th« world. Read history, and you shall find the greatost conquerors and sages ruined and disgraced by its snares."

He nodded gravely. Ho probably thought of tho announcement 1 had made at tho banquet of my own approaching marriage, and strove to reconcile It with tho apparent inconsistency of my present observation. But he was too discreot to utter his mind aloud, he merely said, "No iioubt you are right, Excollenza. Still ono is glad to see tho roses bloom, and the stars shine, and the foam-bells sparkle on the waves,—so one Is glad to soe Lilla Monti

I turned round in my chair to observe him more closely—the flush deepened on his cheek as I rogarded him. I laughed with a blttor sadness. "In love, amlco, art thou? So soon!— threo days—and thou hast fallen a prey to the smilo of Lilla! I am sorry for thee!"

He interrupted mo eagerly. "Tho Eccoilcnza is in error! I would not dare—she is too Innocent,—she knows nothing! She is like a little bird In tho nest, so soft and tonder,—a word of love would frighten her I should be a coward to utter it*"

Woll, well! I thought, what was the use of sneering at tho poor fellow! Why, because my own love had turned to ashes in my grasp, should I mock at those who fancied they had found tho golden fruit of tho Hesperides? Vincenzo, once a soldier, now half courier, half valet, was something of a poet at heart he had the grave meditative turn of mind common to Tuscans, together with that amorous fire that ever burns under their lightly worn mas* of seeming reserve.

I roused myself to appear Interested. "I see, Vincenzo," I said with a kindly air of banter, "that tho sight of Lilla Monti more than compensates you for that portion of the Neapolitan carnival which you loso by being here. But why you should wish me to behold this paragon of maiddens I know not, unless you would have me regret my own lost youth."

A curious and perplexed expression flitted over his face. At last ho said firmly, as though his mind were made

"The Eccellenza must pardon me for seeing what perhaps I ought not to have seen, bnt—" "But what?** I asked. "Eccellenza, you have not lost your youth."

I turned ray head towards him again— he was looking at me In some alarm—he feared some outburst of anger. "Well!" I said calmly. "That Is your Idea. Is It? And why?" "Exccllonza. saw you without your spectacles that day when yon fought with the unfortunate Signor Ferrari. I watched you when too fired. Your eyes arc beautiful and terrible—the eyes of a young man* though jour hair Is so whit®.** *J

Quietly I took off my glasses and laid then on tho table beside me. "As you have seen me once without

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ttiem, sou can £geoily^ "I tfeatf

.e again,'' 1 observed for a special -pur

pose. "Here in Avellino the purpose does not hold. Thus far I confide in you. But bgware how you betray my confidence." .^ iff "Eccellenza!'" crfed Vincenzo in truly pained acceuts, and with a grieved look. "There! I was wrong—forgive me. You are honest you have served your country well enough to know the value of fidelity and duty. But when you say I have not lost my youth, you are wrong, Vincenzo! I have lost it—it has been killed within me by a great sorrow. Tho strength, the suppleness of limb, the brightness of eye, these are mere outward things but in the heart and soul are the chill and drear bitterness of deserted age. Nay, do not smile I am in truth very old—so old that I tire of my length of days yet again, not too old to appreciate your affection, amico, and—" here I forced a faint smile, "when I see the maiden Lilla, will tell you fraukly what I think of her."

Vincenzo stooped his head, caught my hand within his own, and kissed it, then left the room abruptly, to hide the tears that my words had brought to his eyes. He was sorry for me, I could see, and I judged him rightly when I thought that the very mystery surrounding me increased his attachment. On the whole I was glad he had seen roe undisguised, as it was a relief to me to be without my smoked glasses for a time, and during all the rest of my stay at Avellino I never wore them once.

One day I saw Lilla. I had strolled up to a quaint church situated o*a a rugged hill and surrounded by fine old chestnut trees, where there was a picture of the Scourging of Christ, said to have been the work of Fra Angelico., Tho little sanctuary was quite deserted when I entered it, and I paused on the threshold, touched by the simplicity of the place, and soothed by the intense silence. I walked on tiptoo up to the corner where hung the picture I had come to soe, and as I did so a girl passed me with-a light stop, carrying a basket of fragrant winter narcissi and maidenhair fern. Something in hor graceful, noiseloss movoments caused mo to look after her but she had turned her back to me and was kneeling at tho shrine consecrated to the Virgin, having placed her flowers on tho lowest ,step of the altar. She was dressed in poasant castuine—a simple short blue skirt and scar!et bodice, rollavcd by the white MJchiof that was knotted about ner shoulders and round her sm$Il wellshaped head the rich chestnut hair was coiled in tliick^hlnlng braids.

I felt that I must see her face, and for that reason wont back to the church door and waited till she should pass out. Very soon she came towards me, vdth the same light, timid step that I'hacUpefore noticed, and her fair young features wero turned fully upon me. What was there in those clear, candid eyes that made me involuntarily bow my head in a reverential salutation as

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AH YOU ARE LIIXA MONTI?"

she passed? I know not. It was not beauty—for though the child was lovely, I had seen lovoller it was something inoxplicable and rare—something of a maidenly composure and sweet dignity that I had never beheld on any woman's face bofore, Her cheeks flushed softly as she modestly returned my salute, and when sho was once outside the church door sho paused, her small white fingers still clasping the carven brown beads of her rosary. She hesitated a moment, and then spoko shyly yet brightly,— "If the Eccellenza will walk yet- a little further up the hill he will see a finer view of the montains,"

Something familiar in her look—a sort of reflection of hor mother's likenessmade me sure of her identity. I smiled. "Ahl you are Lilla Monte?"

She blushed again. "Si, signor. Iain Lilla" I let my eyes dwell on her searcbingly and almost sadly. Vincenzo was right the girl was boautiful, not with the forced hot-house beauty of the social world and its artificial constraint, but with the loveliness and fresh radiatice which nature gives to those of her cherished ones, who dwell with her in peace. I had seen many exquisite women— women of Juno-like form and facewomen whose eyes were basilisks to draw and compel the souls of men—out I had nover seen any so spiritually fair as this little peasant maiden, who stood fearlessly yet modestly regarding me with tho innocent inquiry of a child who suddenly sees something new, to which it is unaccustomed. She was a little fluttered by my earnest gaze, and with a pretty courtsey turned to descend the hill. Isald gently— "You are going home, fanciulla mia?'*

The kind protecting tone In which I spoke reassured her. She answered readily. "Si signor. My mother waits for me to help her with the Eccellenza's dinner." jl advanced and took the little band that held the rosary. "What!" I exclaimed playfully, "do you still work hard, little Lilla. even when the apple season is over?"

She laughed musically.

"Ohl I love work. It is good for the temper. People are so cross when the hands are Idle. And many are ill for the same reason, Yes, truly!" and she nodded her head with grave importance, "it is often so. Old Pletro, the cobbler, took to his bed when he had no shoes to mend—yes he sent for the priest and said he would die, not for want of money,—oh, nol he has plenty, he is, quite rich,—but because he had nothing to do. So my mother and I found some shoes with holes, and took them to him he sat up in bed to mend them, and now he is as well as everl And we are careful to give him something always.**

She laughed again, and again looked grave. "Yes' YesT she said, with a wise shake ot her little glossy head,

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cannot live without work. My mother

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says that good women are never ured, it is only wicked persons who are lazy. And'that leminds me I must make haste to return and prepare the Eccellenza's coffee." "Do you make my coffee, little one?" I asked, "and does not Vincenzo help you?"

The ifaintest suspicion of a blush tinged her pretty cheeks. "Oh he is very good, Vincenzo," she said demurely, with downcast eyes "ho is..what we call buon amico, yes indeed! But he is often glad when I make coffee for him also he likes it so much. He says I do it so well! But perhaps tho Eccellenza will prefer Vincenzo!"

I laughed. She was no naive, so absorbed in her little duties,—such a child altogether. "Nay, Lilla, I am proud to think you make anything for me. I shall enjoy it more now that I know what kind hands havo been at work. But you must not spoil Vincenzo—you will turn his head if you make his coffee too often."

She looked surprised. She did not understand. Evidently to her mind Vincenzo was nothing but a good-natured young feilw, whose palate1 could be pleased by her culinary skill she treated him, I dare say, exactly as she would have treated one of hor own sex. Sho seemed to think over my words, as one who considers a conundrum, then she apparently gave it up as hopeless, and shook her head lightly as though dismissing tho subject. "Will the Eccellenzu visit the Punto d'Angelo?" she said brightlv, as she turned to go.

I had never heard of this place, and asked her to what she alluded. "It is not far from here," sho explained, "it is thei view I SDoke of before. Just a little further up the hill you will seo a flat grey rock, covered with blue gentions. No ono knows how they grow-they are always there, blooming in summer and winter. But it is said that one of God's own great angels comes once in every month at midnight to bloss the Monte Vergine, and that he stands on that rock. And of course wherever the angels tPead are flowers, and no storm can destroy them —not even an avalanche. That is why the people call it Punto d'Angolo. It wiff please you to seo it, Eccellenza, and it is but'a walk of a little ten minutes."

And with a "Smile and a curtesy as pretty -and as light as a flower might make to tho wind, she left me, half Tunning. half dancing down tne hill, and singing aloud for sheer happiness and innoccnce of heart. Her puro lark-lilce notes floated upward towards me where I stood, wistfully watching her as she disappeared. Tho warm afternoon sunshine cauplit'lovingly at her chestnut hair, turnin&^^ to a golden bronze, and touched up tWfrhileness of her throat and arms, and brightened the scarlet of her bodice, as she d^ccnded the grassy slope, and was at nraflost to my view amid the foliage of tho surrounding trees.

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SIGHED heavily as I resumed my walk. I realized all I had os is child with her simre a re why had I not met such an one. ted' wedded her insM^d of the vile creature who had been my so in

The answer came swiftly. Even if I had seen her when I was free, I doubt if I should have known her valuo. We men of tho world who havo social positions to support, we see little or nothing in the present type of womanhood we must marry"ladies,"socalled— educated girls who are as well versed in the world's ways as ourselves, if not more so. And so we get the Cleopatras, the Du Barrys, the Pompadours, while unspoilt maidens such as Lilla too ofton become the household drudges of common mechanics or day-labourers, living and dying in the one routine of hard work, and often knowing and caring for nothing better than tho moun-tain-hut, the farm-kitchen, or the covered stall in* the market-place. Surely it is an ill-balanced world! so many mistakes are made Fate plays us so snany apparently unnecessary tricks, we aro all of us such blind madmen, knowing not whither we are going from one day to another. I am told that it is no longer fashionable to believe in a devil,—but I care

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nothing for fashion. A devil there is, I am sure, who for some inscrutable reason has a share in tho ruling of this planet—a devil who delights in mocking us from the cradle to the grave. And perhaps we arc never so hopelessly, utterly fooled as in our marriages.

Occupied In various thoughts. I scarcely saw where I wandered, till a flashing .glimmer of blue blossoms recalled me to the object of my walk. I had reached the Punto d'Angelo. It was, as Lilla had said, a flat rock bare In every place save at the summit, where It was thickly covered with the lovely gentians, flowers that are rare in this oart of Italy. Here then the fabled Angel paused in his flight to bless the venerable sanctuary of Monte Vergine. I stopped and looked around me. The view was indeed superb—from the leafy bosom of the valley, the green hills like smooth, undulating billows rolled upwards,' till their emerald verdure was lost in the dense purple shadows and tall peaks of the Apennines the town

of Avellino lay at my Teet, smay yet clearly defined as a miuiature painting on porcelain and a little further beyond and above me rose the grey tower of Hiie Monte Vergine itself, the one sad and solitary looking object in all the luxuriant, riante landscape.

I sat down to rest, not as an intruder on the angel's flower-embroidered throne, but ou a grassy knoll close by. And then I bethought me of a packet I had received from Naples that morning a packet that JL desired yet hesitated to open. It had been sent

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D'Avencourt, accompanied by,a courteous letter, which informed mo that Ferrari's body had been privately buried with all the last religious ritos in tho cemetery "close to the funeral vault of the Romani family,'' wrote D'Avencourt, "as, from all we can hear or discover, such seems to have been his own desire. He w'as. it appears, a sort of adopted brother of the late'deceased Count, and on being informed of this circumstance, we buried him in accordance with the sentiments he would no doubt have expressed had he considered the possible nearness of his own end at the time of the combat."

With regard to tho packet inclosod, D'Avecourt concluded:—:"The accompanying letters were found in Ferrari's breast pocket, and ou opening the first one, in the expectation of finding some clue as to his last wishes, we came to the conclusion that you, as the future husband of the lady whose signature and hand writing you will here recognize, should be made awaro of the contents, not only for your own sake, but in justice to the deceased. If all the the letters are of the same tone as tho one I unknowingly opened. I have no doubt Ferrari consideicd himself a sufficiently injured man But of that you will judgo for yourself, though, if I might venturo so far in the way of friendship, I should recommend you to give caroful consideration to the enclosed correspondence before tying the matrimonial knot to which you alluded the other evening. It is not wise to walk on the edge of a precipice with one's eyos shutl Captain Clabatti was the first to inform me of what I now know for a fact—namely, that Ferrari left a will in which everything he yossessod is mado over unconditionally to tho Countess Romani. You will of course draw your own conclusions, and pardon me if I am guilty of trop do zele In your service. I havo now only to toll you that all tho unpleasantness of this affair is passing over very smoothly and without scandal —I have taken caro,of that. You need not prolong your absence further than you feel inclined, and I, for one, shall be charmed to welcome you back to Naples. With every sentiment of the highest consideration and regard, I am, my dear Conte, "your very true friend and servitor, "PTnLfltoSip' AVENCOURT."

I folded this lettdl^Jhjfully and put It aside. Tho littlo package ho had sent me lay in my hand—a bundle of neatlyfolded letters ^ftdtogether with a narrow ribboij,^ w/rongly perfumed with a faint sickrylperfume I knew and abhorred. Vdvpiifid them over and over the edgesiwsu^noto paper wore stainfcd with blood-iWiido's bloodj-as though in its last slugglsWflo\^ng^t|had endeavored obligate .all*pnii£cs of th|ANo.

daintlflp1,p«|»nett,Hes that^nilr amplteo# my pdrusaf, 'Sftow''Jlintied the flbbon.i Wlth1metliodical*iMTDpratlon I read one letter after 'the other. They were all from Nina—all written to Guldo while he was in Rome, some of them bearing ,dates of the very days when she had 'feigned to love mo—me, her newly accepted husband. One very amorous epistle had been written on the self same evening she had plighted her troth to me!—Letters burning and tender, full of the most passionate protestations of fidelity, overflowing with the sweetest terms of endearment, with such a ring of truth and love throughout them that surely it was no wonder that

Guldo's suspicions were all unwakened, and that he had reason to believe himself safe in his fool's paradise. Ono passage in this poetical and romantic correspondence fixed my attention. It ran thus:— "Why do you write so much of marriage to me, Guido ttilo? It seems to my mind that, all the joy of loving will be taken from us when once the hard world knows of qur passion. Tt you become my husband you will assuredly cease to be mv lover, and that would break my heart. Ah, my best belovedl I desire you to bo my lover always as you were when Fabio lived,—why bring commonplace matrimony Into tho heaven of such a passion as ours?"

I studied these words attentively. Of course I understood their drift. Sho had tried to feel her way with the dead man. She had wanted to marry me, and yet retain Guido for her lonely hours, as "her lover always!" Such a pretty, Ingenious plan It was! No thief, no murderer ever laid more cunning schemes than she but the law looks after thieves and murderers. For such a woman as this Law says, "Divorce her—that is your best remedy." Divorce her! Let the criminal go scot free! Others may do it that choose—I have different ideas of justicel

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