sssiSfl WFttHTX alEssmi WF, sssnwpS t- x 12 THE PIfTSBTTRG DISPATCH. ' TUESDAY. SEPTEMBER 27." 1892. A LEMON TREE. TVBITTEN FOE THE DISPATCH BY "QUID A.' It-iraa a Email lemon tree, not more than 40 inches high, growing in the red earthen Taae, as all lemoni are obliged to be grown farther north than Borne. There were many thoniandi and tens of thousands of other Such trees in the land; but this one, although so little, was a souroe of joy and pride to its owner. He bad grown it him self from a slender slip cast away on a heap of rubbish, and he had saved his pence up with efiort and self-denial to purchase second-hand the big pot of ruddy clay in which it crew, now that it had reached its first fruit-bearing prime. It bad borne as its first crop seven big, ira-rant lemons, hanging from its boughs amid leaves which were as fresh and green as a meadow in May. He had watched its first buds creep out of the slender twigs and swell and swell gradually into sharp pointed little cones which in their" turn be came pale yellow fruit "fit for a princess," as he said, patting their primrose colored rind. Xbey seemed so many separate mira cles to him, coming as by some magio out ol the little starry white flowers on the glossy twigs. He was a poor, ignorant man, by name of Dario Balilassino, known as the Fringuello (or Chaffinch) to his neighborhood and tellow workmen. He lived on the south side of the Jerry of Kovezzauo, and dug and carted the river sand; a rude labor and a thankless, taking the sinew and spirit out ot a man and putting little in return into his pocket. The nave or terry is a place to please nu artist. All the land around on this south side is orchard, great pear trees and cherry 'trees linked together by low growing vines, and in the spring months making a sea of blossoms stretching te the rher'sedge. The watermills, which were there centuries ago, stand yellow and old, and clustered like beavers dams upon the water. The noise of the weir is loud, but the song of the nightingale can be heard abuve it. Looking along westward down the widen ing, curving stream aboe the fruit trees Tilanted thick as woods, there arise two iui!cs oft the domes and spires ot the city oi Florence, backed by their hills, which here take an Alpine look upon them, when the sun sets beyond the rounded summits ot the more distant Carrara range, aud the spurs of the Appennines grow deeply blue with that transparent color which is never seen ia northern lands. To the north also lie the' mountains, and on the east; and late into May the snow lingers where the day breaks above Vallombrosa and Casentino. All the vale is orchard, broken now and then by some great stone pine, some walnut or chestnut tree, some church spire with its statue of its saint, some low red-brown roof, some gray old granary with open timbered lofts. It is a serene and sylvan scene at sunset and sunrise grand and the distant city riseti on its throne of ver dure, seeming transfigured as Dante exiled may have seen it in his dreams. Ot all this beauty outspread before his sight Fnhguello saw little; his eyes were always set on the sand and shingle into which he drove his heart-shaped spade. All which is the ptgeant of the painter, the paradise of the poet, is nothing to the toiler of the soil. The sweat of his fatigue drops down before his eyes, and shuts out from him the scenes amid which he dwells. For him the weir has no song, the orchard no poem, the mountains no counsel, and the vales no charm. He does but see the cart rucks in the sand, the housefly in the sunlight, the coin hard earned in his horny palm,ftie straw which covers the coveted wine flask, or the glass which holds the hot aud acrid flavors of less natural drinks. Now and then Giatto looks up from his sheepfold, and Bobert Burns from his fur row, but it is only once in a century. This poor laborer, Fringuello, lived iu two rooms in a poor house which looked on the weir and the watermills. tie had never been able to have a house of his own, and even the small charge of the rooms was more than he could easily pay, miserable though they were. His employment was intermit tent, and in winter, when the river was spread wide over its bed,' covering the sand and shingle, it ceased entirely. Some odd jobs he got elsewhere, but nothing certain. He had no knowledge of any other work than the digging and carrying which had been his lot But he was always merry with the mirth which had gained him' his nickname, aud in his lighthearted poverty had done what the poorest always do, he had married at 20 a girl as poor as himself. She was called Lizina, the familiar corruption of Luisa, and was the daughter of a cobbler of the adjacent vil lage of Ripoli. It was an imprudent union and a foolish one, but it was happier than many which fulfil every condition of pru dence and thrift. Lizina was a blithe, buoyant, active aud laborious creatine, and whilst she lived he never had a hole in his hempen shirt, or went without a table spoonful of oil to his beans and bread. They were as merry and happv as if they had really been a pair of chaffinches in a nest in one of the pear trees. But of joy the gods are envious, whether it go to roost in gar ret or palace, and in a few short years Lizina died of fever and left him all alone with one little girl, as like herself as the bud is like the flower. For months he never sang as he worked, and his ruddy face was pale, and he had long fits of weeping when he lay on his lonely bed and stared up at the starry skies, which were visible through the square unshuttered window. Lizina was in the ground, in a nameless grave, with two crossed sticks set above it; and the river rolled overthe weir, and the wide wheel turned, and the orchards blossomed, and the people laughed on the yellow ssnd, and no one oared that a" little merry, giaa, tenuer, naruuess me was done for and overstamped down into the clay like a crushed butterfly, a broken branch, a rotten fruit, or a dead grasshop per. Nobody cared; and after a time he, too, ceased to care, and began to hum and whistle and carol once more as he worked, and laughed once more at his comrade's' jokes as they dug up the heavy sand. In the lives of the poor there is little leisure for sorrow,aad toil passes over them like an iron roller over the inequalities of a road, foroing them down into a dull indifference, as the roller forces into level nothingness alike the jagged flint and the sprouting erasi " Meanwhile, Lizina, as she was called after her mother, grew up apace like the little lemon tree which had been planted at her birth, a lovely child like a Corregglo cherub, thriving on her dry bread and herb soup as the lemon plant thrived on the dry eartn and uncongenial atmosphere of the attic under the roofs. The Fringuello did his best by both of them, making up to them by tenderness and gentleness what he was forced to reluse to both of maternal comfort. Both the child and the tree went hungry often, suffered from cold and frost iu the sharp, short winters, and languished in the scorching days when foul odors rose from the naked bed of the shrunken river, aud white clouds of little moths hovered over the cracked sand, and the leaves of the orchards grew vellow and wrinkled., and curled up and dropped to the heat before their time. All that he could not help; he could not help it more than he could help the shrink ing of the river in drought and the coming ot blight to the orchards. Though .-it went to his soul like a knife-thrust when he saw the child pale and thin, and the lemon tree, sickly and shrunk, he could do nothing. But he murmured always, "Patience, cour age," as he coaxed the child to eat a morsel ot crust and consoled the tree with the spray of spring water, and he got them both safely through several burning summers and icy winters, and when they wer both 18 years old the tree was strong andbuxom; with glossy foliage and fine frnit, and the child was healthy and handsome, with shining eyes and laughing mouth. He had worked as hard as any mule for them both, and though a young man in years, he looked an old man from excess of toil, though his heart was light and his smile was like sunshine. AVhen he got up in the dark to go to his work and drew his leathern belt about bis lean ribs he always looked at the pale light of dawn as it touched the green leaves of the tre and the closed eyes of the child, and then he muttered an ave, content and thankful at heart. Many would have thought the hardness of his lot excuse enough ior.suiciile; he never knew what it was to eat his fill, he never knew what it was not to feel tired, he never knew what it was to have a coin in his pocket for pleas ure. His bones ached, and the gnawing of rheumatism was in his nerves from "the many hours spent knee deep in water or damp sand, and alwavB at the 'pit of his stomach was that, other still worse gnawing I of perpetual insufficiency of food. But he was content and grateful to his fate, as the birds are, though they hunge"r"and thirst, and every man's hand Is against them. The child and the tree were indissolubly united in his mind aud memory. They had grown .up together, and .seemed part and parcel of each other. Imagination scarcely exists In the brains of the poor; they do not know what it is. The perpetual grind ,of daily want leaves no space tor or possibility of impersonal fancy iu it; but lu a vague kind of superstitious way, he-associated the well-being of the one with the welfare of the other. If the treesickenedand drooped for a day, he always looked nervously at Lizina to see if she ailed anything also. If the little girl coughed or grew hot with fever, he always watched anxiously the leaves of the lemon. It was a talisman and Jptisch to him; and when he came np from the river at evening when his work was done, he looked upward always to see the green boughs of the tree at the square little window ot his garret under the deep eaves, and above an archway of old brown-red brick. If it had been missing at the window he would have told himself that Lizina was dead.;There was no likelihood that it would ever be missing there. Lemon trees live lonsr. and this one would, he knew, most JiLely outlive himself if he kept it from the worm aud fly, and rot and mudew. .Never theless, he a'lways glanced upward to make sure that it was there when he toiled up the strip of road which led to his home when his work in the sand was done Lizina her self did not wait at the window. She always came jumping and danoing down the path, her auburn curls flying, and her big, brown eyes sparkling; bare-footed, ill-clad, scarcely fed, but happv and healthy, sing ing at the toj of her voice as her father had alwavs done in his youth.. When thev reached their fifteenth birth day neither she nor the lemon tree had ever ailed anything worse than a passing chill from a frosty week, or a transient sickness from a sultry drought. The lemon tree had given her the few lit tle gifts she had ever received. The pence brought in by its fruit were always laid out for ber; cake at Christmas, a sugar egg at Easter, a white ribbon for her first com munion, a pair of shoes to wear on high feasts and holy days. These little joys, few and far between, had all come to her from the copper pieces gained by the pale, wrinkled, fragrant fruit sold at 5 centimes each in the village or the town. "Soldi della Lizinanina," said her father when ever he put any so gained in his trouser pocket. Well as he loved bis pipe, and thankful as he was when he could get a drink of watered wine, he never touched a half penny of the lemon money to buy a pinch of tobacco or a glass of Mezzo-vino. It was all saved up carefully for his little girl's small wants. Sometimes ia hard seasons it had even to go in bread for her, but of that bread he would never himself take a mouth ful. Moreover, thp pence were few, for the lemons were not many. - Lizina remained quite a child though she grew fast, and her little round breasts swelled up high and firm when the rough hempen shilt cut across them. Young as she was, the eye of an admirer had fallen upon her, and young Cecco, the son of Lillo, the contadino where the big pine stood (a pine 300 years old if one), had said to her father and to her that when he had' served out his time in the army, be should say something serious about it; but Fnng vello had answered him ungraciously that he could never give her bridal clothes or bridal linen, so that she would needs die a maid, and his own people had told him roughlv that when, he should have seryed his time he would be in a different mind. But Cecco, nevertheless, thought nothine wonld 'please him ever so well as this ragged pretty child with her blowing cloud of short crisp bright curls, and he said to her one evening as she sat on the wall by the ferry: "If you will be patient, my Liz inanina, I will be true," and ' Lizina, too young to be serious, but amused and tri umphant, laughed gayly and saucily, and replied to him: "I will make you no promises, Cecco. You will come back, with a shorn pate and soft hands and tender soles to vourtieet" For the soldier seems but a poor creature to the children of the soil, and is, indeed, of but little use when the barracks vomit him out of their jaws and send him back to his home a poor, indifferent trooper, but also a spoiled peasant, having learned to write, indeed, but having forgotten how to handle a spade, drive a plow, or prune a grapevine, and to whose feet, once hard and firm like leather, the once familiar earth, with its stones and thorns and sticks, seems rough and sharp and painful after having marched in" ill-fitting boots for three years along smooth roads and paven streets. To the city lad and lass the conscript may seem somebody very fine, but to the country ones he seems but a mere popinjay, only useful to waste- powder. Lizina, al though only a river laborer's daughter, was country born aud bred, and had the prejudices and preferences of the country, and -had run about under the orchard bqughs and down the vinepergalo of the country side until she thought as a peasant and spoke as one. Cecco was mortified, but he shared her views of the life to which lie was about to go. He was useful now to tame a steer, to milk a heifer, to fell a tree, to mow a meadow, to reap a field, to get up in the dark and drive the colt into the city with a load of straw and bring baok a load of manure; but in the barracics he would be nothing, worse than nothing; a poor numb skull strapped up in stiff clothes with a pack on his back, and a musket, which he must Are at nothing, on his shoulder. "Wait for me, Lizina," he said sadly. "The time will soon pass and I will come back and marry you, despite them all." "Pooh ! I shall have married a man with a mint of money by the time they let you come back," said the unkind child, saucily tossing the curls out of her eye; but through her long lashes her glance rested a moment sottlv on the ruddy face of Cecco, which had looked down on her so often through the boughs and twigs of the cherry or pear trees ot his lather's lann, as he threw down fruit into her outstretched and eager little hands, where she stood iu the grass of the orchard. She said nothing more tender then, being coy and wayward, and bard to please, as became her incipient womanhood; out before she went to bed that night she came close to htr father's side and put her band in his. 'Ce-co says he will come back to marry me, Babbo, she said with a child's direct ness. Her father stroked her curls. 'That Is a joke, dear; his people would never let him marry a little penniless chit like you." Lizina shook her head sagely with a little proud smile. "He will not mind his people. He will do it if I wish when he comes back." Her father looked at her in amazement; in his eyes she was only a little child still. "Why, babv, yon speak like a rfomanl" he said stupidly. "I am glad this lad goes awav, as he puts such nonsense into your head." "But if we both wish, you would not mind, Babbo?" she asked, persistent aud serious. "The angels save us! She speaks like a grown womanl" cried her father. "My poor little dear," he thought sadly, "you will never be able to wed anyone. We are pobrl so poor! I can never sive you even a pair of shifts. Who could go to a house so naked in rags, as one may say? My poor little angel, you must live a maid or go to a husband as beggared as L" He wished to say all this, but the words choked him in his throat. It seemed so cruel to set before the child the harsh, mean demand)1 of life, the merciless rules and habits of that narrow world of theirs, which was bounded bv the river and the sand on one side, and the cornfields and orchards on the other. "Let be, let be," he said to himself. "She Is but a child, and the youth is going away for years; If it please her to think of this thing it can hurt no one. He will forget, and she will for get" ' So he patted her pretty brown cheek, and drew her closer and kissed her. "Youare butababy,my treasure, "he said, softlv. "Put these grave thoughts ont of you head. Many mbons will wax and wane before Cecco will be free again to come to his old home. The future can take care of itself. I will say neither yea nor nay; We will see what the years will bring forth." "But you would not mind, "she murmured, coaxingly. ' The tears started to his eyes. "Ah! God knows,dear,how sweet it would be to me!" v He thought of his little girl, safe and happy for her lifetime in that pleasant aud plentiful household under the red-brown roofs where the big pine grew among the pear and cherrjr trees. The vision ot it was beautiful and impossible. It hurt him to look on it, as the sun dazes the eyes at noon. To Be Continued To-Morrow. ' Pleurisy pains, and all asthmatic and bronchial affections are soon relieved by that certain remedy for coughs and colds, Dr. D. Jayne's Expectorant Perfect action and perfect health result from the use of Do Witt's Little Early Risers. A perfect little pill. Very small; very sure NEW ADYEBHSEMENT&r A Woman's Back. It is the mainspring of her life. What can she do, where can, she go, so long as thaf deadly' backaclie saps every particle of her strength and ambition? She cannot walk, she cannot stand ; her housework is a bur den; the hours behind the counter or in the factory arc crushing ; she is miserable. 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Servlco, Beaver Co., Pa. M. MAY, SONS & CO. FINE DYEING AND CLEANING, te Sixth ave, Pittsburgh Pa. Telephone 203J. tt DON'T LET HESITATION ROB VOU. $ $ $ $ CAN AND WILL BE SAVED BV BUYING AT MTTNDS PERRINE'S TO-DAY ONLY, SEPT. 27. POPULAR TUESDAY CASH SALE vTO-DAY ONLY! SEPT.27. The wonderful success of our TUESDAY CASH SALES, which we 'inaugurated in the early part of the year, has been phenomenal, tenfold, yes twenty times more than we ever expected. TUESDAY CASH SALES have come to stay, not only because we make many sales, but the people appreciate them and look forward to TUESDAY as the rosiest Price-Picking day of the week. Many new customers doubtingly come, hardly expecting to find the goods of the same quality as advertised at our little prices. But in this they are always agreeably surprised. Old customers will always come when they need goods. But to those who have never visited us we ask you to COME TO-DAY and- , N BRING THIS ADVERTISEMENT WITH YOU AND ASK! TO SEE THESE GOODS. 'URNITURE MADE OF GOOD WOO iji n 'in $39 are For this solid Oak 3-piece SUIT. Elegant large Bedstead, Dresser and Washstand Mirror 18 inches by 40 inches. The carvings ponderous and neat Panels all deep set and beveled Will wager it against any other suit in Pittsburg for 50. This suit may look very small here, but there's only one small thing about it, and that's the TUESDAY CASH PRICE - - $23.40. (T1) 65 Solid Oak $ very large Comfort Rocker. Its value is $5. VALUE f 22 Bedroom Suit, $35 Bedroom Suit, J50 Bedroom Suit, 565 Bedroom Suit, S75 Bedroom Suit, TUESDAY 36 47 S5 VALUE TUESDAY $100 Bedroom Suit, $ 75 j 1 25 ucaroom suit, 90 S150 Bedroom Suit, 115 $ 1 75 Bedrbom Suit, 135 f 200 .Bearoom suit, 157 $33.5,0 Tuesday See if you can buy anything near like itlsewhere for the money, bond Uak, Beveled Mirror, Heavy, Deep Carv ings, Piano finish, Solid Bale handles. Quality guaranteed. TliiiWWPffllJMiTai.- It just rolls out Turn the handle and the Table does the rest No boards to store away. The best table made. Also ask to see our Peerless Tables. The leaves run inside. , ' VALUE TUESDAY $14 Wardrobes, $ 8.25 $x 7 Wardrobes, 12.50 $25 Wardrobes, 19.00 S75 Wardrobes, 55- 12 Chiffoniers, 9.00 $ 18 Chiffoniers, 13.00 $25 Chiffoniers, 19.00 $35 Chiffoniers, 28.00 $5 Jixtension lables, 1.90 $16 Exten. Tables, 11.00 35 Exten. Tables, 26.00 $4S Exten. Tables, 35-00 $2 Parlor lables, 1.00 $4 Parlor Tables, 2.90 $S Parlor Tables, 5.75 Sis j Parlor Tables, 11.00 VALUE TUESDAY 545 Parlor Suits, $ 32.00 $70 Parlor Suits, 54.00 S85 Parlor Suits, 65.00 100 Parlor Suits, 74.00 $150 Parlor Suits, 115.00 $10 Hall Racks, 7.50 20 Hall Racks, 16.00 40 Hall Racks, 30.00 $25t Bookcases, 20.00 35 Bookcases, 26.00 42 Bookcases, 29.00 $50 Bookcases, 38.00 17 Sideboards, 12". 00 $40 Sideboards, 31.00 $75 Sideboards, 58.00 There'll be a wonderfully harmonious social gathering in our Carpet rooms (ist and 2d noors) luesday. We invite you to come and be our guest The Tuesday Carpet and Rug sales have increased each week. Solely in- recosnition of the Carpet merits and shy prices, Whispers are flying loud and fast about them, and the domes tic circles of many homes have been made far more cheerful. The wearing qualities are Ai, and in years to come you'll not have a tale of sorrow nor story of woe to rejate about them, Here's the TUESDAY prices Come and matriculate with the masses, -lne preliminary and final examination will take first honors: Carpet Onr Store Tuesday . Prices. Prices. cotton ingrains 35c 25c (wOt (-nam ingrains.. 00c 42c Wool Ingrains i. 75c 49c Tapestry Brussels.... 75c 50c Tapestry Brussels.... 95c 75c Body Brussels ?-25 95c Velvets JS1.50 JS1.15 Moquettes S1.50 1.15 Wiltons 2.50 1.75 Axminsters 2.00 $1.45 LIE?, SSES', ILDREN'S w 3 BASEMENT DEPARTMENTS. OUR Our sale last Tuesday was phenomenal and will be far larger TO-DAY, as each Coat sold will bring us more customers. As you well know, wnen you get a Dargain you tell your inends, and we well know that our Coat Prices will make numberless friends. Our same liberal prices will still pre- vail,and TO'DAY VOU can buy any garment in our stores for just 50c More than we paid the manu facturer for it. We'll please you in 1 TreScS?, v j2kK. .rJev5a S'A, yspK Are making u s many, friends, on account of the pretty, unique designs and low prices. Come and see them even if- you don't want to buy. Dinner .and Tea Sets in both American and European makes, at the people's popular prices. You can't find the same elsewhere. gj-:l1jlss"W"j:r:e, u332i WslN IrJ E?lil?H 39c FOR THIS 7-P1ECE TATTERS GLASS BERRY DISH. 7c 2c 24c 10c KITCHEN DEPARTMENT. Met PUR Ulster, Wrap. The Second Floor is at your Coat command, iou are in vited to inspect Style, Variety, Quality and Price-Modesty in Fall and Winter Wraps, all grouped together on the same floor. The Coat courtesies of the second floor are extended t0( you and your friends. PICK AND CHOOSE. LACE Pllll IE T1S Are nearby. Won't you take a look at them ? jictftr'" ' " "?3aj' tf 7 C For these Cuspidors Tuesday. J)aUU Iron Frame Wringers. A Boiling Bargain for -.- - $1.8 1 Wash Boiler,' 1 Coffee Boiler, 1 Saucepan, 2 Pie Plates, 1 Cook Pan, i Pot Cover, 1 Pepper Box, 1 Steamer. 1 Tin Cup, 1 Dipper, 1 Spoon, 1 Meat Fork, 3 Bread Pans. 1 Cake Pan. 1 Nutmeg Grater, 4 Cookie Pans, Cake Cutter, t Cake Turner. PICTURES, LAMPS, VASES, BASKETS, CUTLERY, SILVERWARE -AT- BARGAIN PRICES. 3 one-pint I in Cups 5 c. White Enameled Skillets FOR THE SCHOOL CHILDREN, MiMfm"-1 ic for 10 soft Slate Pencils, ic for 4 good Lead Pencils. 4c for 9x1 3 -inch School Slate. , 1 FREE, QUICK DELIVERY. No Credit. No Discount. Spot Cash Only TUESDAY. 635-637. SMITHFIELD ST. 635-637. Freight Paid Within 25 Miles of Pittsburg. aeK-298 A ,g&.S a. - -.? . jBUr ft.,.. .41 mmGaygrzmzs&srx raaiDaiBMUitt -( S4 '"' '-
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