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SELF-DENIAL a RAMBLE WITH EULOGIA
A Love Story of the Old Spanish Missions
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
I Copyright, 1913, by Star Company
VERY' individual would be* bon-
ffltod by fasting out* da> <»ut
of each seven.
1 If we believed that the command t<*
la hoi six days and rest the seventh
wap giv;n to the digestive nrt;.m*
well as to the limbs and brain, the
world would contain fewer invalids.
If we understood the command,
“Thou ehalt have no other god* be
fore me,” applied t<* the appetites, as
well as to the rellgibus ideals, much
misery might be saved us.
Scores of people place stimulants
and foods so prominently in the fore-
l’’ground that Oml ix hidden from view.
A woman who believed herself re
ligious declared she would rather die
| at once than live on earth if sh
By Gertrude Atherton
give up what she
drink and take to
must
liked to*eat and
diet of any kind.
Not Normal Condition.
Coffer her little god. and .site
found no interest in a day if she was
deprived of her beverage.
Xhe moment we depend on any one
thing to eat or drink, as an absolute
necessity to our happiness and com
fort, we iiif on the way to ill health.
It is not a normal condition.
Ar.d it Is not a dignified position
for a sane, grown, educated, whole*
| some-minded man or woman.
| To be the slave of anything is t»»
prove we are not masters. And man
was meant to be master of himself
and of his environment.
We all need food and drink to sus
tain life; but tin moment we need
ONE ARTICLE OF FOOD OR ONE
SPECIAL DRINK in order to feel wel
or be happy, we are slaves of a habit,
and should take ourselves in hand
Therefore, it is good to take a fast
now and then, to prove to ourselves
we are not such slaves, and to make
\ ourselves masters of our own appe
tites.
A friend writes of his inability to
enjoy life because of bin digestive
troubles.
This friend has been always most
aelf-indulgent. he has taken stimu
lants to give him an appetite, and
spiced and savory dishes to satiate
the appetite. And now lie is paying
the penalty.
Here Is a reeipe for a simple meth
od of home cure; yet It is doubt
ful if this slave to his appetites will
have the strength of character to
put it to the test.
Fast wholly for two days: drinking
a glass of hot water in the morning
and a glass of moderately cold water
tnot iced) every hour.
« The fapt will not be difficult. Many
people have pursued their usual avo
cations during longer fasts, and felt
no weakness or other annoyance.
Slave of One’s Appetite.
a The third morning substitute a
glass of half and half hot milk and
water. And during the day drink
three more glasses
1 The fourth day take two raw eggs,
and drink the hot milk and water
at intervals.
„ The fifth day drink two quarts of
the milk, and take the* raw eggs if
there Is a desire for more nourish
ment.
The sixth day repeat the diet, and
on the seventh all physical ills will
be memories, unless there is a more
serious condition which needs a milk
H diet In that ease it is well to go
f * into a milk sanitarium.
Simple as this experiment is. 'tint,
one ailing individual in a score has
f * the will-power of self-control suffi
ciently developed to carry it. out.
m To live entirely for a few days on
any plain food, and to drink a quart
| tity of water at intervals, will act
«s a cure to numerous maladies But
the slave of his appetites must first
become Master.
Strong at Seventy.
<r HKKF. BT-I- Home <>I<1 men who #ie
S ; * not to be despised. Some are a pi
to think that none hut young men can
v do much. Some, Indeed.' shoot up like
a rocket and go out like one. Others
'rise slowly, like fixed stars, and as
f tijey are slow to rise they art- slow to
set.
Cromwell was only a captain when hr
" was 41, and his greatest deeds were
performed between tx and M», when he
•„ died
Truing was an old man when he wrote
some of his best poetry, and he was
* §© when he began his "Night Thoughts
Thomas Seqtt wrote as much at 70
p at any period of his life.
Talleyrand at the age of 80 stood "at
the head of affairs in France under
Napoleon, and then under the Bourbons
When the Russians were determined
to make a stand and tight the French
before (he wails of Moscow, they put
old Kutsof at the head of the army
in the place pf Barclay be Tolly.
General Blueher was 70 when he was
defeated at Ligny and fell under his
horse, gml the French cavalry rode over
him: yet a day or two after he led on
Ilia Prussians against Napoleon at Wa
terloo After many years of warfare
those old men, Wellington and Soult,
stood at the head of their respective
cabinets, one in England and the other
in France, preserving by their talent
th« peace of Europe ami the world.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. !
The resi of the fiurty had been da nil rig j
for an hour, and all gathered about the i
girls to hear ihe story of the accident,
which was rohi with six different varia
tions, Eulogia. as usual, craved for j
dances, hut she capriciously divided her j
favors between Abel Hudson and Don j
Thomas OarflaM. During the intervals,
wher. the musicians were silent and the
! gir’s played the guitar or threw cas- '
I canines at their admirers, she sat ini
j the deep window seat watching the. i
| ponderous waves of the Pacific hurl |
themselves against the cliffs, while Hud- l
son pressed close to her side, disregard* !
ling the Insistence of tiarfias. Finally,
! the llttje Don from the city went into
J ihe dining room to get a glass of an {
) geliea, and Hudson caught at his
; chance.
"Henorita," lie exclaimed, interrupting
j one of her desultory remarks, "for a
\car I have loved you, and. for maty
reasons, I have not dared to tell you.
I must tell you now- -I can't keep it
i back any longer. 1 have no reason to :
think you • are more for me than for a
dozen other men. but if you marry me,
, senorfta. I will build you a beautiful
American house In San Luis Obispo,
land you can then be wjlh your friends
when business calls me away
"And where will you live when you
are away front me'"' asked Eulogia.
I carelessly. "In a cave in the moun
I tains? He. careful of the bandits!"
"Henorita." he replied calmly,* "I do
, not know what you mean by the things
i you say sometimes. Perhaps, you have
i the idea that 1 am another person »
i John Pow ers or Pio Lcnarcs, for In -
stunwc |to you wish me to bring a
j certificate to the effect that I am Abel
Hudson? I '-an do so, although f
I thought that Californians disdain Hie
j written form and trusted do each other’s
I honor, even to Ihe selling of cattle and
j land. - ’
"You are not a Californian."
! "Ah, senorita Opd! whai is that ."
A tremendous knocking at the outer
door sounded above 1 tie clear soprano of
! “A late guest, no doubt. You are
white like the wall. I think the low
! ceilings are not so good for your health
■ as the sharp air of ilie mountains. Ay;
: Dios!"
The last words ognie beneath her
hreatl^ and she forgot Abel Hudson.
The front door had been thrown open,
and a caballero in riding boots ami a
dark serape wound about ids ihII figure
had entered the room and flung his som-
; brero and saddle bags inio a corner.
It was Pablo Ignestrla.
He Seeks an Answer.
"At your feei, senora," he said to
Dotm Luisa, who held out both hands,
welcome on her charming face "I am
nn uninvited truest, but when I arrived
let Han Luis I found that all the town
! bad come to Dona Luisa's famous ball,
and I rode on, hoping that for friend
ship's sake she would open her hospitg-
| ble doors to a wanderer and let him
j dance off tlie stiffness of a long ride."
"You are welcome, welcome, Pablo,"
said Dona Luisa. "Go to the dining
room and get a glass of aguadienta.
then come back and dance until dawn."
Ignestrla left the room with Diego
Quljas, but returned in n few moments
|and walked directly over to Eulogia, ig-
j noring the men who stood about her.
^ "Clive me this dance," he whispered.
I eagerly. "I have something to say to
I thee 1 have purposely come from Mon-
: terey to say it."
"Eulogia was looking at him with
angry ayes, her brain on fire. Bui curl-
! osity triumphed, and she put her hand
j on his shoulder as the music lank scraped
! their guitars and violins, and began
to waltz.
j "Eulogia!" cNcffiimeil Ignestrla, "dost
thou suspect why I have returned."
j "Why should I suspect what 1 have
not thought about?"
"Ay, Eulogia! \ Art thou as saucy us
eve. * Hut I will tell thee, beloved one.
i The poor girl who bore my name Is
dead, and I have come to beg an an-
! swer to my letter Ay, little one. l
feel thy love. Why could thou not have
sent me one word? 1 was so angry
i when week after week passed that no
| answer came., that in a fit of spleen 1
married the poor sick girl And what
! I suffered. Eulogia, after that mad act!
Long ago I had told myself that J
I should have come back for my answer;
! that you had sworn you'd write no
letter; I should have let you have your
j
their feet. The sound of pistol shots
were echoing between the hills. Smoke
was arising from the willow forest that
covered the center of the valley.
The Indian whipped up his horse with
an excited grunt, die two old women
reeling and clutching wildly at each
other At the same time they 'noticed
a crowd of horsemen galloping about a
lull which a sudden turn in the road
had opened to view.
"It is the vigilantes. said Eulogia,
calmly, from the front seat. "They
are aLer John Power and Bio Lenares
and their lieutenants. After that awful
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
I CERTAINLY DO.
n EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
1 am In love with a girl se\ -
era I years my junior. I sent hel
a diamond locket and it was re
turned by her father. I do no
blame her. She is not througu
school and says she can't accept
presents, i have bought bet a
diamond ring and want to know
if I should sent it to her. I al
ways send her candy and she.
never thanks me for it. I believe,
from the way she smiles at him.
that she loves another man
Would von advise me to let he*
alone? TROl RLED.
She is only a schoolgirl, and should
not b< bothered by attentions from
you or from any man. Her fathers
return of the locket should have been
all the hint you needed to prove your
murder in the mountains* ihe other day
ihe men of San Luis ami the ranches ; attentions are unwelcome,
swore they would hunt them out. and
j,his morning they traced them to Los
Quervos. 1 suppose they have made a
barricade in the willows ami the vigi
lantes are trying to fire them out.
“Thou little brat! Why didst thou
not tell u^ of this befpre and not lei
YOU DID RIGHT.
TAKAH MISS FAIRFAX;
l have been keeping
Suddenly she came face to face with Pablo Ignestria.
but I
not reason un
little caprices
tU” v
"l answered your letter'.'' exclaimed
Eulogia furiously. "Thou kuowest that
1 answered it. Thou only wished to
humble me because I bad sworn that I
would write io no man. Traitor! 1 hate
thee. Thou were engaged to the girl
aM tlie time thou wert here
"Eulogia, believe' Believe!"
"1 would not believe thee if thou kiss
ed the «.*ross. Thou saidst to thyself:
'That little coquette, I will teach her a
lesson! To think the little chit should
fancy an elegant Montereno could fall
in love with r Ah! ha! (> Dios!
) hate thee, t Don false man of the
world! Thou Art the very picture of
the men I have read about in the books
of Senor Dumas; and yet I was fooled
by thy first love-word! Hut I never
loved thee. Never, never! It was only
a fancy because thou wert from Mont
erey I am glad thou didst not get my
letter, for I hate thee! I hate thee!"
He whirled her into the dining room.
No one else was there. He kissed her
full on the mouth.
:i)ost thou believe me now?" he
asked.
She Strikes Him.
She raised her little hand and struck
hint on the face, but the >ting was not
hotter than her lips had been.
"May the saints roll thee in perdi
tion!" she cried hoarsely. "May they
thrust burning coals into tlte eyes that
lied to me’ May the devil bite off the
fingers that made me shame myself.
I hate thee! I! I! Who have fooled
so many men —to have been rolled in
the dust by thee!"
He drew back and regarded her sadly.
"I see that it is no use to try to con
vince thee," he said; "and I have no
proof to show that I never received
thy letters. But while the stays jewel
the heavens. Eulogia. I shall love thee
and believe that thou lovesi me."
He opened the door and she swept
past him into the sala. Abel Hudson
stepped forward to offer his arm, anti
for the moment Pablo forgot Eulogia.
"John Power!" he cried.
Going on a Visit.
Hudson, with an oath, leaped back
ward, sprang upon the wnidow seat
and smashing the pane with his pow
erf til hand, disappeared before the
startled man thought of stopping him.
"Catch him! catch him!" cried Ig
nestrla. excitedly It is John Power.
He stood me up a year ago!" He
whipped his pistol from the saddle-bags
in the corner, and, opening the door,
ran down the road, followed by the
other men. shouting and firing their
pistols into the air. But they were I
too late. Power had sprung upon Ig- j
nestria’s horse and was far on his way.
The next day Eulogia went with her
mother and Aunt Anastacia to pay a
visit of sympathy to Dona Jacobs at
TjO» Quervos. Eulogia’s eyes were not
so bright nor her lips sd ted as they
had been the .night before, and she
had little to say as the wagon jolted
over the rough road, past the cypress
fences, then down between tlie beauti
ful timed hills of Los Quervos. Dona
Pomposa sat forward on the high seat,
her feet dangling just above the floor,
her hands crossed as usual on her
stomach, a sudden twirl of thumbs
punctuating her remarks. She wore a
loose black gown trimmed with ruffles,
and a black rebosa about her head.
Aunt Anastacia was attired in a like
fanner, but clutched the side of the
wagon with one harfld and an Ameri
can sunshade with, the other.
"Poor Jacoba!" exclaimed Dona Pom
posa. "Her stern heart is heavy this
day. Hut she had such a sense of her
duty. Anastacia! Only that makes her
j so stern."
"O-h-h-h. y-e-e-s." When Aunt An
astacia was preoccupied or excited these
words came from her with prolonged
outgoing and indrawing.
"I 'must ask her for the recipe for
those cakes—the lard ones, Anastacia,
I have lost it."
us come • here to be shot by firing bul
lets?"
* | forgot." said Eulogia indifferently, j
They could see nothing, but curiosity,
in spite of their fear, held them to the
spot. Smoke and cries, shouts and
curses came from the willows; flocks of
agitated crows circled screaming ,
through the smoke, and the men on the
hill, their polished, horses and brilliant
attire flashing in the sun. kept up a
ceaseless galloping, halloing and waving
of eotnbreros. The beautiful green and |
golden hills looked upon a far different
scem!| from the cavalcade*
they were accustomed. Even Don
Roberta Duncan, a black silk handker
chief knotted about his head, was dash
ing on his gray horse up and down the
valley between the hills and the willows,
regardless of chance bullets. And over
all shone the same old sun. indifferent
to slaugnter and pleasure alike.
Bullets Fly Thickly.
"Sure, Anastacia. all those bullets
must shoot some one." 4
"O-h-h y-e-e-s." Her sister was
grasping the sunshade in both hands, ,
her eyes darting from her head, a!
though she never removed, their gaze
from the center volume of smoke.
"Ay, now we can sleep in peace if
those murdering bandits are to be Kill -
e(,. exclaimed Dona Pomposa. ‘ l
have said a rosary every night for five
Tears that they might be .taken. To
think that we have been petting the
worst of them, as if he were General
Castro or Juan Avuriio! To think, my
Eulogia, that chat thirsty wildcat has
had his arm about thy waist more times
than I can count!"
"He danced very well aha!"
Aunt Anastacia giggled like an idiot.
Dona Pomposa gave a terrific shriek,
which Eulogia cut in two with her hand.
A man had crawled out of the bush
near them. His face was black with ;
pany with a young lady for the
past four months. About seven
girls in the neighborhood have
formed a club, to which this
voting ladv belongs. I know two
of the girls of that club to be not
altogether reputable characters’. I
told this girl of these two, and
advised her to give lip this club
until these two mentioned girls
either quit, or were told to do so.
She immediately told me to mind .
my own business, so I have not
spoken of it since.
Did I do right in this ease .’
FAITHFUL.
You were right to warn her. and if
you are sure of your premises and she
continues to disregard your warning,
which tell her brother or mother what you
have learned.
SHE HAS CONFESSED TOO MUCH.
D ear miss Fairfax:
How can a young man 18
y ears of age who has been going
with a girl of the same age for
about seven months tell if she
loves him without asking her.’
She has already confessed to him
that she cares for him.
A SERIOUS PERSON
There are a hundred way*. In the
first place, she has given him every
reason for knowing it by going with
him seven months.
The confession that she cares for
him is proof enough for the most
timid man. I am sorry she made it.
since it seems to have carried no con
viction with it. •
DON'T TRY.
LA EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
^ I arfi 19 and deeply in love
with a man five years my senior.
When he is with me he is very at
tentive. but he sometimes breaks
a date with me on account of his
business. He seems to care for
his business more than he does
for me. How can I make him love
me more, ajtd not break dates
with me on account of business
engagements? MAUDE.
Hi^ devotion to hi.* business will 1>?
powder: one arm bung limp at his side, appreciated more by you when you
Dona Pomposa half raised her arm | are older, and know wrfat a trail of
to signal the men on the hill, bin her trouble attends life with a man who
daughter gave it such a pinch that she neglects every business opportunity
fell ba
ment.
■k <»n the seat, faint for a mo-
To Be Continued Monday.
j What Is Sunshine?
Shots Ring Out.
4 4 H-H-H.
l O
s-'S. 1 love those
* kes."
"I wonder will she give Eu
logia a mantilla when, the chit marries?
Site has a chest full."
"Sure. Jacoba is generous."
friend! Ay, her
A little gold amidst the gray—
That’s sunshine:
A little brightness on the way—
That's sunshine:
A little spreading of the blue.
A little widening of the view.
A little heaven breaking through
That’s sunshine.
A little looking for tlie light—
That's sunshine;
A little patience through the night
That’s sunshine;
A little bowing of the will,
A little resting on the hill.
A little standing very still
That's sunshine.
For this reason, be glad, and don’t
‘fry to make him negligent.
SHE IS UNREASONABLE.
• FAEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am 19 and am deeply in love
with a young lady one year
younger. When J call at her home
I am detained until a very late
hour, which interferes with my
>ieep. and the consequence is that
I am frequently late in arriving at
the office. I spoke to her of this
but she said that If I loved her as
much as 1 say I do I would not
mind staying late. Would you
advise me to give her up on this
account? VICTOR C
She is so unreasonable that if yon
lost your position because of yourinv
hours site would show you no sym
pathy. nor in any way consider hot-
self in fault. Tell her you can stay
only so late; and stick to that res
olution. I am sure she will agree
rather than give you up.
WAIT A WHILE.
I YEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
K' I am a young man and have
kept company much with a young
lady for the last five years. Re
cently. when calling at her house,
she acted very indifferent. I would
like to have my letters and pic
tures returned. Would it be
proper for me to Tequeat her to
return them upon returning all I
have received from her?
A READER.
Y'ou have been close friends for five
years and would end it all beoaute
she seemed Indifferent?
Your readiness to accept dismissal
is suspicious. Do you want your
friendship to terminate? Perhaps she
was cool because you have been con
tent with monopolizing her for five
years and have said nothing about an
engagement. Think it over.
AS A BOARDER.
D ear miss Fairfax:
i have been corresponding
with a girl $pr over two years,
but have nevftr ®een her, except
from a picture. I am going to he?
home town next month and she
has asked me to come to her
house and stay while there. I
will be on business and will be
there about two weeks. Would it
be right for me to stop at her
house? From what I understand
1t is a boarding house.
ANXIOUS.
If you stay at. her home it must oe
as a boarder, and on no other terms.
It would be in better taste for you to
go to some other hotel.
YOU MUST OVERCOME IT.
P)EAR MISS FAIRFAX:
■L- 7 I am a young girl of 16 and
deeply in love with a young man
of 20. How can J hide my esteem
from him and how may 1 know
that my regard is returned?
ANXIOUS.
You ate only 16. and too young to
know what love It. Put all thought*
of this man out of mind. It will
mean your greater happiness when
you are a few years older.
CERTAINLY NOT.
PJEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am 19 and in the wholesale
business, and I have been going
with a girl 16 years of age for
almost a year. I asked her to
marry me the other night and she
said her uncle would refuse. She
said she loved me. If I can ge'
her to consent, would you steal
her or not? DON’T KNOW.
She is only 16—too young for any
man to steal.
Your love is not worth much if it
can't wait three or four years.
IT SEEMS HOPELESS.
D ear miss Fairfax:
I am nineteen, and dearly in
love with a girl the same age, but
she doesn't seem to love me. Her
mother and father don’t like me.
What t an I do to gain her love, as
I love no one else?
DEVOTED
With the girl and her mother and
father all opposed to you, T see noth
ing for you to do but to take your
heart elsewhere.
Up-to-the-Minute Jokes
V little smiling through the teats
That’s sunshine;
A little faith behind the fears 1 —
That's sunshine:
A little folding of the hand,
"My poor friend! Ay, her heart. | A little yielding of demand.
\N hat is that?" j a little gTace to understand—
She and Aunt Anastacia stumbled to 1 That's sunshine.
IN OLD SICILY
TO-DAY’S COMPLETE SHORT STORY
"Y'es. ma’am," said Harry, the oul-
o-work man. "1 know T look like a
strong man, but out of my fifty years
of life I've spent over sixteen years in
bed."
"Why, you poor man!" replied the
lady, sympathetically, handing him a
copper. "What has been the trouble
— paralysis?”
No, ma'am," said Harry; "jest a
reg'lar habit of sleepin' eight hours
a day, ma-am." % •
A man whose chimney was smok
ing was looking for some one to stop
it from doing so. An old mason went
to him one day and said:
"I will tell you a way of sapping ;
| your chimney rrom smoking if you |
give me a glass of beer."
The man. pleased with the offer. !
gave him the beer. When the mason j
was finished the oiher asked . him
"Oh, Jack, l must have a new dress
for Muriel’s party!"
"Dress, dress—nothing but dress!
Haven’t you a mind for anything higher
than dress-"
"Higher? Yes. 1 need a new hat!”
Patient—Bu-t. doctor, you are not ask
ing $10 for merely taking a cinder out
of my eye-
Specialist—Er—no. My charge is for
removing a foreign substance from the
cornea.
I T L difficult to realize \vh:it Sicily
was white it was under the rule
of the kings of Naples. So many
old chivalrous customs, so much Old
World politeness had remained in this
island of beautiful mountains that its
ways were almost Arabian.
You know how excessive is the po
liteness ot the Orientals, and polite
ness of the same kind came naturally
to the old-time Sicilians who were not
much affected by the progress of the
world outside.
A brainless old fellow sitting on hiR
farm was treated with 'a considera
tion a - if he had been a feudal baron
and was honored and feared by the
uncouth and wild i**usants who sur
rounded him.
At Palermo the most unimportant
little nobleman kept in his ram
shackle palace two or three beggars
whom he called his valets and proud
ly entered his tumbledown old-fash
ioned tumbril, which was styled "His
Grace's carriage,” while he looked
around to all sides to discover if per
chance some rascal should neglect to
salute him properly.
Who Would Have Smiled?
Greatlv amusing it was. too. to see
"il signore eonte" go to mass on Sun
day accompanied by his noble con
sort. dressed in a faded, but once glo
rious. gown and with an enormous
bouquet in the hand. But who would
have dared -mile? And when the
proud personage exclaimed: "Oh. sig
nor. what a beautiful cane: what an
exquisite old watch you have,” who
would have been Impolite not to an
swer as custom‘‘demanded: "Why,
signor, it i a pleasure to me to offer
it to you." Hut to accept the cane
or the watch would have been grossly
improper, nay almost an insult.
Thus w« ie customs in Sicily. No
matter what you might express your
admiration of the result would be
these words: "1 should be delighted
if you would deign consider it your
own." But it was always understood
that no such offer must ever be ac
cepted. It was a mere form of po
liteness.
Now. it happened in the year 1869
tb it the .Fhevaliet; Emilio Gavarotti.
iefurning from Paris, brought back a
housekeeper to look after his estates,
consisting of two barren fields and
some pasture land mat Monreale.
it must b« mentioned that this
manager was insolently young, pretty
—nay. almost beautiful—and that she
wore crinolines which created a
scandal at Palermo, as well as a yel
low. exceedingly Parisian chignon,
which made her an object of hatred
to the noble ladies of Palermo. But
Chevalier Gavarotti was full of praise
of her.
“She is on exceedingly able book
keeper,” he said. “I always got
mixed up in my accounts, but now I
feel eertain that the peasants on my
estate will no longer be able to cheat
me."
And he added, with some emotion:
"Her name is Zelie. She was cash
ier in a great store in Paris, quite
close to the hotel where 1 stopped I
found it very difficult to make the
manager part with such a smart and
loyal employee. She speaks Italian
and is a perfect lady in every way.”
But the Sicilians, who felt deeply
insulted, gravely shook their heads.
There was not the slightest doubt
that the chevalier, who was a bache*
lot. was in danger of falling in love)
with a mere adventuress, and they
felt grieved that sooner or later the'
descendant of the noble Gnvarottisj
would low er himself by marrying hi? j
servant.
Chevalier Emilio Gavarotti s closest!
friend was his neighbor. Count Cesarej
Umberto, who. like himself, was an
old bachelor: but a proud anil fine \
looking specimen of manhood in spite [
of hie gray hair. He was. in fact,
considered a most irresistible Don I
Juan. and. the frivolous coquettish»
Zelic was not slow in discovering hist
fine looks and manners. Count Cesare I
sighed at the thought that this charm-1
ing Purisienne. w ho seemed to be m - •
cupied with her account book.-, would]
soon leave her desk to become Signopt
Gavarotti.
One day with a malicious wink in
his eye, Count Cesare feet out to visit
his friend in hi.- hous^ near Monreale.
When he departed alter saluting thq
pretty housekeeper in her office he ex
claimed :
"What an invaluable secretary you
have, mv dear friend. This young
Mademoiselle Zelie is really stunning,
and how sincerely devoted she seems
to her work. She is indeed worth
more than her weight in gold. You
have found a pearl among housekeep
ers."
The Chevalier laughed.
"Why ,nty dear Cesare, she is yours
if you want her." he said, jokingly.
The Count did not hesitate a single
moment. He went into the office
where Zelie was sitting and said:
Will You Come?
“Mademoiselle, the Chevalier has
permitted me to take you into my
service immediately. 1 am willing to
pay twice your present .-alary. Will
you come "”
The young lady, astonished and
furious at being thus disposed of
without being consulted, turned to
the Chevalier.
Is this true Signor?"
Emilio Gavarbtti was indignant, but
his face betrayed no feeling.
"Yes. it is quite'true, my child. You
may leave whenever you want to," he
said.
Sicilian politeness left him nothing
else to do, but he sw ore that he would
get even.
A few days later he rang the boll of
the Count's palace in Palermo, with a
smile on his lips
"My dear Count.” he said, as soon
as he was inside the door, "what an
incomparable secretary you have. Her
intelligence equals her loyalty, she ’5
evidently a most scrupulous and hard
worker, a rare treasure among secre
taries."
The Count looked a: the Chevalier
lather uneasily; he did not like the
situation at all. But the Chevalier
<1 id not smile*. On the contrary, ne
bit his teeth together and hissed:
"Well, Count! What do you say?'
W hat should 1 say?” asked Cesare.
"What should you fay? Why. com
mon Sicilian politeness requires you
to offer her to me when I praise her
as ] did just now. Every gentleman
would know what to do in your posi
tion; it is only the rabble who ignore
good tone.”
The two men stood facing each
other, livid with rage.
"Chevalier.” hissed Count Cesare. at
last, “your servant belongs to you.
Take her back. But you have insult
ed me. and I ;tnt going to kill you to-
monrow morning.”
Being a splendid shot, he did as he
had said. The next morning a duel
took place and Chevalier Gavarotti
fell dead with a bullet in his heart.
Mile. Zelie ended her days as Coun
tess Zelie Umberto, but she soon be
came so arrogant that it was too
much even for her husband, and more
than once he was tempted to cAase
her out of his hous*e. Many times he
reproached himself for having failed
to follow the dictates of common po
liteness.
"If I had let the poor Chevalier keep
that hoyden," he often sighed, "she
would now have been Signora Emilio
Gavarotti, and m.v life would have
been far happier and my conscience
easier."
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