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plizabetk.
I know a little lady—ouch a very stately dame!
Shea queen of all the lassies, and Elizabeth's
her name.
I also know. a damsel made to romp with and
caress ;
So I keep a welcome realy for my darling little
Bess.
_..And=mothereahrav4-..maru•n. �1cin,r jngeau•
as a mouse,
A pleasant little girl tamed Beth, the helper of
the hon e ;
And sister shows me Lizzie, who goes with her
to school,
Who sometimes gets a lesson and sometimes
breaks a rule.
I'm acquainted with another child I'd rather
never see ;
For this young girl, named Betsey, is as cross
as she can be.
Naw, would you ever guess it? These five are
but the same
Kaleidoscopic lassie ! And Elizabeth's her
name.
A BARITONE'S DEVOTION ;
OR A TALE OF SUNNY ITALY.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
You know w.ejl enough, Carlo, that. I An animal, and it was only when he found
very fond of you, that I can never forget himself surrounded by four formidable -look-
-that you saved her.life " He began to ing ruffians that he retlized another danger.
feel choked and broke off abruptly. . There was just time for him to give his
" As to that," said Carlo, exuding, " it horse a smart stroke over the s 'alder
was nothing at all. We only sat still when , which made it boriud forward ; but the
others were running away, and I really effort was useless, for one.of his assailants
atie forgot f.crint dtl:n al ogetliel lnr
first and thextmoment Be—was s drsggerft Ur
YACHTING.
You look pale, Nita ; I am afraid the
fright of last night has dome you ;,harm,"
said Cirlo, coming into the Merlinos'
private sitting -room. • " It is just as well
that the damage done to the theatre will
prevent our keeping this engagement. They
say the place is to be closed for a fortnight,
and after the horrors that went on in the
arush`Iast night it is only decent."
" The wonder is that more' were not
killed," said Nita, with a shudder. " Oh,
I am so glad not to have• to sing again
to -night ; I should always be hearing again
that horrible cry."
"Do not dwell on it; think of something
else ; it has made you look quite ill," said
Carlo, debating whether he should talk to
her of his own happiness, but coming to the
conclusion that she seemed too sad, and that
it would be better not to touch on the
subject.
" It is not the fright that has made me
•i11.," she said, at length. " Imust tell you,
Carlin, all about it. Comerio has been
here." .
" Here this morning ?" he exclaimed.
44 Yes "—she shivered from head -to, foot
-" and I made him own that Mademoiselle
De Caisne knew nothing of that advertise-
ment. He got her to write the letter easily
enough, for you know she was vexed with
you, and he :made her believe that it was
Miss Flora Britton whom you were in love
with, and then he' posted the letter forher,
and put in the cutting from, tae Times.
Just think of his boasting to •rlie of the
cleverness of the trick !" V
Carlo, with a muttered ejaculation, paced
hurriedly to and afro, trying to keep his
indignation within bounds.
" He told me how he had got it printed,'
she continued, " and expected me to praise
him for it."
" And you ?" asked Carlo, with dawning
hope in his tone. '
•' I told him that I'would never speak to
him again," said Nita, trying in vain to re-
press a sob. ".But, Carlino, I am afraid of
him—so terribly afraid. He looked as if he
could have killed me, and just went away
without another word. Oh, if only I had
never seen him ! If • only I had believed,
like you, that nothing is impossible, and
had resisted from the first ! But he was
always so strong, and I so weak and friend-
less."
riend-leas."
"But you have resisted now," said Carlo,
trying to comfort her. " And as to fearing
what he may do, I would try not to trouble
about it, for, depend upon it, he values his
own safety too much to do anything deeper -
ate; besides, if evil is strong, good is more
strong.
" It doesn't seem to be in this world, at
• any rate," said Nita.
" Do you think not ? Perhaps it doesn't
always conquer here at first, but that mat-
ters little, it in the end it wins."
"You will not leave me ?" . she pleaded.
'a If you leave the company my last chance
is gone., Ah, do you remember how I
hoped at Birmingham that you would go,
and that Comerio would take your place?
If he had spent those two years in America
with us I should have beed in his power
now."
She shuddered, for something had shown
her, that morning the true nature of the man
whom she had loved.
" I will never leave you," he said; quietly.
" An Englishgentleman to see you,
signor, in the salotlo," announced a waiter.
Carlo's heart beat quickly as he went
-down-stairs, yet he was less embarrassed
than Captain Britton, who met him with an
•overpowering shake of the hand, and then
relapsed into silence.
"Francesca is none the' worse for the
fright, 1 hope ?" asked Carlo, anxiously.
"Indeed, I think she is all the better for
it," said the captaid, smiling a little.,
There was another silence.
" The fact is, Donati," resumed Captain
Britton, dragging his chair forward with a
business -like air, and planting both elbows
on the table, " there is no use in beating
about the bush ; I have come here 'to ask
you a plain question, and I hope, you'll give
me, a plain answer. Do you still care for
mychild or not ? Just answer me, yes or
no.„
The bluff speech of the old sailor nearly
took away the Italian's breath, but if Cap-
tain Britton really expected him to answer
” Let us speak out plainly once for all,"
said Captain Britton, clearing his throat,
"and then have done with it altogether. I
dislike your profession, but I understand
Vat you have a, great future before you in
the musical world, and I suppose nature
meant you for an opera singer, and that
there is no use,in running one's head any
longer against a stone wall. After all, a
man need not be affected by his work, and
perhaps dramatic talent was meant to lie
used. I don't deny that there's ;3omething
in that argument. And the great thing is
that -the stage doesn't seem to have spoiled
you, and that I know you'll make my child
a good husband."
Between his rapture of happiness, his
anxiety not to irritate the Englishman by
allowing his feelings to appear too plainly,
and his dazzlingvisions of the future, Carlo
found his powers taxed to the utmost. But quick !"
with an effort he forced himself to enter " 4ccidente!" broke in a much younger
into a sober discussion of the case, recalled voice ; nothing of the sort, I tell you.
to Captain Britton's memory the fact that Comerio has had to' pay a good price for his
Uncle Guido's inheritance had gladdened pretty prima donna, but he has not given
the 'hearts of the Little Sisters of the Poor, us a lira too muck for this business—it was
and then told him plainly just ho* matters a risky thing in full, daylight. ,Sacramento !
stood with regard to Anita. . the fellow is coming to himself !"
The captain was touched by his simple The mention of Conierio's name had
yet very graphic way of telling a story. He brought back everything to Carlo's reniem-
began faintly to perceive the rare beauty of herance, and the intolerable words which
his character. followed filled him with an anguish which,
" You are going to Naples now, at once, for the time, made the physical pain non -
did I understand ?'' he ;asked,; when at existent. He started forward, found his
length Carlo paused, feet unfettered, and began to writhe and
" We thought ofigoing there now, since struggle in a vain effort to free his arms.
the theatre will be closed after this panic‘ Instantly strong hands forced him down
and our engagement at the San Carlo will again, and heavy boots kicked his shins
,soon be beginning. My brother-in-law is into unwilling stillness.
going to take a fortnight .at the baths at " Be so good as to use your common
Lucca, for he has not been , well lately.: I sense, signor !" said the young voice at his
esliall go home to Naples with Nita and her elbow. " You are our prisoner, and wholly
little boy." at our mercy. Your life is in no danger at.
" Then come • with us 'in the Pilgrim," present, but if you resist we shall put an
said the captain. " My brother begged end to you teasave ourselves trouble."
that you would do so, and Sibyl will be en- " Bravo ! bravo. !" cried .another voice,
chanted to have the little' boy as a play- stifling a laugh. •" Lltonbruno is such an
mate." orator that "we shall soon have him as a
After Nita had been conault d, and the deputy, and then he can travel free of cost,!"
matter had been a little more discussed, the There was a little more stifled laughter,
invitation was accepted; and by the evening then silefice again, broken only by the sound.)
a general dispersion had taken place. Mer- of the horses' hoofs and the rumbling of the
lino had gone off to Ids course of baths ; wheels'
Sardoni and Domenico had started joyfully„ • 'At length the carriage stopped, and Cato'
on what they called their second wedding- was dragged out. The rough handling
tour to the Italian lakes ; Carlo, Nita and made him tingle from head to foot, and with
Gigi.were welcomed on board the Pilgrim ; all his might he resisted, for he knew that
and, in advance of all,,Comerio, with hatred at present he stood on a road where there
in his heart, was making the beat of his was at least -a possibility of meeting with
way to Corsica. help, and to what these brigands were hur-
" I had heard nothing' of you for two eying him he had no idea.
months," said Francesca, as again; to make , " No use, signori" said the voice at his
their present brighter by contrast,, they side. "'Ve are four to one, and you 'only
talked over the troubles of the past ; " but make matters worse for yourself."
that was better than having false. news. You Something in the tone of the speaker
have had the hardest part, darling, and yet appealed to Carlo. His blood cooled a little,
you'll never knpw how bitter it was to me and he allowed himself to be 'led through.
in one way." - what he felt sure must be a thick 'wood, for
" What way ?" he asked, tenderly. he could hear the rustle of the leaves as
" I couldn't tell you at Merlebank, but it they forced their way on, and could feel
was knowing that you were so poor, and boughs brushing against him. As to the
having money myself, and not being able distancethey walked he could not form the
to help you°; Ah ! you'll 'never know how slightest idea. At last he was so worn out
hard it was to be able ,to give to any one that it was all he could do to drag one foot
in the world except to the one you loved after the other, the craving for air and light
best. There is a little matter-of-fact bit became more and more' keen, and, had it
in .` Aurora Leigh" which I used to say for not been for the iron grasp in which hewas
comfort." - held, he would have fallen;to the ground.
" What was that ? Say, it to me now." Some one tore off the bandages which had
" Let us be content in work, kept him blindand dumb for so long, and
To do the thing we can, and not presume then; dazzled and confused, he looked
To fret because it's little." around.
" I did fret, though, for, after all, we are He found himself in a domed building,
most of us like ' Alice in Wonderland'- which seemed to him a smaller edition of.
very fond of giving ourselves good advice, the old Roman bath at Baja, known as the
but seldom taking it !" Temple of Mercury. It was lighted only
They laughed a little, and now it was by two torches, which, however, shed a
the trouble that seemed like a dream, and t pretty strong light on the strange group
the happiness that had become true and beneath. Half a dozen rough, ill -clad men
real and indisputable. And together• they were clustered together close to a stone
paced the quiet deck,while below Nita's bench, on which was' seated the leader of
sweet, clear voice sang the familiar air of the gang, a 'powerful-looking'tmau, whose
"-On, dolce'Napoli," which Francesca loved rugged face and uncompromising mouth in -
because of its, happy associations. stantly checked all the hope that rose in
"See Naples and die !" said _ Carlo, sinil- Oarlo's heart when he found himself capable
ing. " I' often thought, over in Atherica, once more of seeing and speaking.
that I would gladly have done so ; but now Brancaleone was not at all the ferocious
I think not, carina, much as I love it. Let and cruel -looking brigand chief of his boyish
us hope people in real life don't die of joy." fancies ;.he was much more like an officer
CHAPTER. XXXV. of themartinettype, but his face was ashard
Carlo had landed.at Naples late on the asarock, and he wasevidently a person from
P whom no quarter was to be expected.
previous evening, andnow, after the mid- " Successful, you see, in my first enter -
day breakfast with the Ritter household prise, padre mu) !" said the young fellow
and a long talk with his old friend, was who had been addressed as Lionbruno.
making his way back to the Palazzo Forti Carlo looked at him, and saw that he
in the cool of the afternoon. He was in•the couldmnot have been more than eighteen at
best of spirits and had just been giving the outside. Undoubtedly he.was°the same ;'�Y him. �� << which Lionbruno• was carving, and again
hnrico the account of all ,that .had passed • .picturesque figure whom . he had noticed ! r No," he said ; that gnus) not be, , - •visible
during the last few weeks yesterdayb thewater seller's stall • and here.
his seat. With all his might he struggled
to fusee himself, but it was only for a
minute or two that he could even keep'his
footing ; a hand held )tie throat so tightly
that to cry out fur help was impossible, to
breathe at all difficult ; and, though he
fought gallantly, and by adroitness and
agility rather than strength, managed to
give his captors some trouble, it was inevi-
table that he should succumb. Bruised,
shaken, half choked by the relentless gripe
on his throat, he at leugth felt his strength
overborne, and, struggling to the end, was
forced down on to the dusty road. • Then
came a moment's, breathing -apace, for the
hand at his throat relaxed its hold, and
another and a coarser hand was substituted
for it. • One of the men broke the silence,
speaking in a low, hurried voice.
" Now' then, Lionbruno, the blow -
0
to pay well for my son's little escapade, and
your stay here will be quite free of cost to
yourself."
" 1 will double the sum if you will release
me at once !" said.(;arlo.
But the chief shook his head.
" In the words of the proverb, signor,
L meylio aver ogyi un novo the catmint lura
'jtraMme nor"da- °'ever -turn from-ma—word.,
Rocco, make haste with the irons !"
Again that horrible, giddy eoufusion rose
in Carlo's brain ; he was very dimly aware
of what happened during the next few
minutes ; but the paroxysm passed, and he
found that they were • leading ,hirer through
a catacomb, and that Lionbruno, torch in
hand, headed the procession. The passage
ended in a sort of rude cell which showed
signs of habitation, and -here his guards left
him, with Lionbruno only as sentinel. He•
noticed that bis arms had been unstrapped,
but that there was a chain round his waist
to which ODA foot and one hand were at-
tached, and the weight of iron was so great
that he could only move with difficulty.
"I am your prisoner," he said gravely,
"'and wholly at your mercy, • as you re-
minded me just now ; but we are fellow-
men. Do not keep .me any longer in the
dark ! Tell me what Comerio means to do !"
" What is that to us ?" replied Lionbruno.
" For the present our share of the work is
done, and for the rest who cares ? In any
case, Brancaleone will get his money. As
fol• your fate, I don't care a fig about it one
way or the other !•'
" Can you not speak plainly ? Do you
mean that my life depends on Comerio's
whim ?"
" Not on Comerio at all, but on your
sister. Look here, it is all as orderly as a
ceremony on a festa ! Comerio goes to her
to -night, wins.her consent to leave the
country with him, and. exchanges a while
handkerchief' with our Neapolitan agent,
who on Wednesday eight 'will pass it on to
us, and from that moment you are a free
Map once more. Or, on the other hand,
Madame Merlino refuses her 'Io ver'a. sugges-
tion definitely, Comerio disappears from the
scene,•heving dropped a red handkerchief
with our agent; and on Thursday you look
your last on this world. That is the matter
in a nutshell, signor."
Carlo's heart gave a bound, then a cold
chill ran through him ; he had indeed
grown pretty well accustomed to the idea of
possible violence at the hands of Comerio ;
he knew the Corsican's nature too well to
expect him to behave, for instance, like an
Englisman or an American ; but, although
he had never been lacking in courage, it
appalled him to think that for two clays and
two nights he must wait in this dismal cell,
and at the end of the time be murdered in
cold blood. yet what was the other alter-
native '?
" My God !." he cried, " how can I be
willing to die ! It is more than wan can
bear!"
A wave of horror passed over him as he
realized what might be happening at that
very moment, and all thought of self died
Within him, as, in terrible reaction, he,
passed from the'vision of perfect purity
and love to the thought of impurity and
sin. In an agony he prayed, willing' now to
die a thousand deaths rather than that
Anita should sink into this black abyss,
this hellish contradiction to all love and
light. •
CHAPTER XXX VI.
" ALL GOETH JIC-T GOn'M WILL."
t` You have passed a bad night, signor,"
remarked Lionbruno, glancing up from his
work at the prisoner.
Carlo, who to the last retained his sense
of fun, saw the double meaning which the
remark might bear, and smiled.
" I have not slept," he, replied. " And
you ?"
" I ?" said Lionbruno, shrugging his
shoulders, " have had to •wake also, that I
might keep :guard." - -
" Do you think, then, that escape would
be possible in such irons as these ?"
'" No, it would be impossible, even if the
approach to the upper air were not well
guarded. 'But it ' is one of Brancaleone's
laws that a prisoner should be watched
night and day.
" You seem to look death in the face
calmly enough but it is far more, likely
that you will be set free."
Carlo shook his head.
" If I were set free it would mean that
my whole life had failed. tiomethiug .tells
me that is not so. Therefore, you see, I
must face the thought of death. And, while
we are•speaking of it, just tell lire how it
will be. Ani I to be shot ?"
Lionbruno's great black eyes were full of
wonder ; they were very much like the eyes
of some animal. He' was completely puz•
+sled by his companion, and somehow awed
The telegram was my notion, and the eend-
iug it in English made it doubly safe ; it
was only because I had thought of it that I
was given the charge of the whole affair,
for, after all, f am young for such work.
Pio ! what sport it was ! The watching,for
the yacht, and dogging your steps every- •
where, while all the time you were so hap-
_.pil,y gke.aiii Lkjthe breathless race to
Pozzuoli to send the—telegram, rend the —`""`
anxiety of the afternoon when we did not
know whether, perhaps, you might not,
after all, refuse to go. How happy I was
when I saw you by the Grotto of Posilipo !
And you, too, looked happy. Ah, I shall
never again have a better bit of sport !"
Carlo shuddered ; the unblushing avowal
made him recoil as from some hellish thing.
He did not say a word, but Lionbruno
noted his expression, and never forgot it'
" Coale !" he said, his tone Budd y
changing, " I can't stay all day in this ull
hole. We will see what the others are up
to."
All the next day he was markedly civil to
his prisoner. He even sacrificed himself so '
far as to remain in the dreary little cell,
instead of insisting, as before, on spending '
the time with the rest of the gang. Carlo
spoke little, for grief and suspense and the
long -continued aleeplessness had brought
him almost to the last stage of exhaustion,
but what few words he did say were courte-
ous and- pleasant, and in tone not otherwise
than cheerful. Lionbruno began to think
more and more distastefully of the scene
that would be enacted that evening, and, as
the time drew near, he could bear it no
longer, but summoning one of the elder men
to keep guard in his place, sought outthe
chief and begged to speak alone. ith
hien. • . - •
Brancaleone led the way from the gloomy
underground, retreat to the open air.
Already it was dark, but here and there
through the thick foliage were little spaces
through which stars gleamed down coldly.
Lionbi•u.no gave a gasp of relief as he found
himself once more above ground, for the
atmosphere down below was not' a little
trying to one accustomed to.' an out -door
life.
" Bring the prisoner in at once," said
the chief.
" Brancaleone orders you to be brought
in," he said, huskily. " Are you prepared,
signor •?"
" Quite," replied Carlo, standing up, and
speaking as civilly as though no terrible
ordeal awaited him.
Brancaleone sat smoking as composedly
as though no • murder were contemplated
that night ; close by, Nicolo stirred the
contents of a caldron which hung over a"
charcoal. brazier, while the rest of the men
were playing cards and quarreling among
themselves. The chief turued his cold eyes
on the prisoner: •
" My messenger may arrive any time
within the next hour,", be said. "Yon will
therefore be ready for your fate, whatever
it may .be. Should we have been betrayed,
and should a rescuing party be sent with
him, you will instantly be shot. `Should
you see him wave a white handkerchief, it
will mean that you are free ; should. he
wave a red one, you will feel the sharpness
of this knife."
Carlo replied only by a.slight gesture.
His dignity appealed to Brancaleone, who
eyed hien curiously, knowingf that ',never
before had he met with such a prisoner.
" Rocco •! Maso ! take your places !" he
called, perernptorily. •
• Two of` the men instantly threw down
their cards, and Carlo found himself taken
to that end of the building which was
furthest from a dark archway, presumably
leading to another catacomb, And thence to
the upper air. On either side of him stood
a ruffianly -looking Neapolitan, with a
loaded pistol held within a•few inches of his
temples ; and to the right hand,'and a little
in. advance of the others, sat the chief,
ostentatiously sharpening his knife. It was
an ordeal that would 'have . tried ' the
strongest nerves ; the horrible, grins sus-
pense of it was a torture such as Carlo had
never conceived ;,and nothing but long
practice in self-control could have enabled
him to keep up under the • sickening antici-
pations of the, butchery that was soon to
take place. With a strong effort he turned
from such thoughts, not even allowing him-
self to watch the dark archway opposite,
where his 'imagination kept, picturing a
confusion of red tokens and white tokens,
until he was as much dazzled as Gigi used
to be over the Pears' soap pu• :le in Eng-
land. With a pang he rer:rered that he
had never said good-bye to t little fellow,
and a hundred trifling recollections of un-
finished work rushed through his brain, till.
a flash of Brancaleone's knife in the torch-
light recalled him to the terrible present.
Then he fixed his eyes steadily ond,hea cross
faded.
And so with tau hter arid friendl teas- y ' 1 " What, then -stabbed ?" i
g n Y now', as he stood beside the chief, bowing , By and by came vikions of what lay be-
ing, they walked through the busy streets respectfully yet speaking with the freedom Lionbruno ahook his hear;. i yond this hour of torture. He thought of
until they came in bight of the clingy old of a son, the likeness between the two faces
palazzo, at the door of which a °liostler, was was quite noticeable. In twenty years'
holding a beautiful, cream -colored horse. time,if he lived the same lawless life, the
"Come in' and see Anita," said Carlo ; ',youg face would. be probably an exact re-
" she will 'have had her motel by this production of the old.
Poisoned, , or perhaps hung .' the evil defeated, of Anita saved forever
Again the young brigand mMde a gesture 1 from Comerio's influence. He pictured to
of dissent; then, with unnuiatakablr. mean 1 himself how she would pass unscathed
ing, he drew out his knife, and passed it through her hard life, with Gigi to 'shield
lightly across his threat, glancing signifi- ,' her, with Francesca to zomfort her and
time." i $ranbaleone turned his haughty gaze cantly at the prisoner. cling to her for his sake,with a love for him
• And Enrico, though he detested Madame upon the prisoner. Carlo had too vivid an imagination not to ;which should be tLn actual safeguard, not a.
Merlino, consented to go' in to please his "Your name, signor ?" he inquired. shrink a little from the picture which ;'\.rgtre regret. But with the thought of
friend, and made himself very amiable to '� I am Carlo Poerio Donati," he replied. seated itself to his mind ; he grew andc,enly' Francesca there came, onto more the wild,
her while Carlo opened a telegram which " For what purpose have you brought me cold, and felt a strange stirring in his heart, t clinging to life. ihe.would be his, indeed,
j I here . If mons is our object, I am as and a tightening about the muscles of his had arrived for him duringhis absence. y yin another world ; but he craved for her
throat B he trek) recovered hi if 1
The message was sent from I ozzuoli ,y poor •as any man fn Naolea." q Y mss , now, he shrunk back from the parting -the
in a monosyllable to suet'a quest ion he was ` Captain Britton, and was to this effect : The chief did not answer, but ordered one and, with no perceptible effort, returned to unknown change. .
the interrupted story. disappointed. " We hope you will cline with us to -night. of the banditti to search the prisonei.' The P y 1 But Brancaleone moved, • 1 the torch -
His face glowed, his eyes shone, yet, • I have ordered a horse to he sent round for man obeyed, and handed the -contents of 1 "And this work of -yours yeterday;" : light fell •again on the coldst a blade. In
spite ,of the passionate eagerness of his tome, ; you. Do not fail us." 4 ',Carlo's pockets to the leader, who at once continued Carlo it will not onlyend in a t•
ew•minutes there Must come that awful
there was a dignity in his manner which " Nita, ,shot);} • you mind if I went' to sin led `out the watch and chain and handed murder, it will break hearts tired blight lives. helplessness, that violence and anguish and
appealed to the Englishman. ! Casa Bella ?" he asked. " The captain •then to Lionbruno. Will you he proud of doing such devil's
slat ,titer,
" love her, sir, with my Whole a heartseems to wantme over e o he as i .,k that?' b
This is your share,' my son ;you have „
la mu.
I 't} �1 I '" there, for h 1 work
as a
A n n must Hee," said (To he renttnend.) .
he said " I love her, and moat always even taken the trouble to send a horse for done well " he remarked Lionbruno,
The rest o the things a he u9 to co cc• o 0 s true The Rest In the )1•or14
love her, «-e belong to each other, and, ! me. I will be back, of course, to -night." Th f h h' g p } d 11 gloomily ; " I only do what I was brought'
though we °;nay have to go through life 1 " If that was the horse we saw waiting tively toward the three men who had helped up t to•A tosty, 13roncaleune
apart, yet she is mine and i am he,e, and outside you will get therein 00 time," said in the capture ; they snatched eagerly at would not the hearts+ ofhave thell eo >le rl werwhice hheeatircruel n 1
nothing can come between us," • , Enrico ; " it beats your old Arab." - the purse, and grumbled much to find so Ie
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"So it seems," paid the captain, rather : But this Carlo would not allow, and jitae�in it. chief. No prisoner has ever been ill -user)
ruefully. We'll, I frankly tell'you that I amid much lively discussion as to his old ' Meanwhile Carlo stood motionless. Some- liy him, and if a man must be put oat of the
would rather see my daughter maf'ried to a favorite, he nodded a farewell to Nita andI times it seemed tg, him that the w hole scene way, why, it is done promptly and without
plain working -man than to an opera; singer; Gigi, and ran down stairs, his heart beating must be some wile) imagination 'of his own barbarity. The day tor such things is past;
but, 1 have talki) the matter over with' my fast at the prospect of seeing Francesca btain. A horrible giddiness seized him-' we, too, are civilized, our plots are ntorc
brother and \liss Claremont, and since •a'gattl so soon. , the result, probably, of the blow he had ret, refined, as well as more successful, now
o;Ir love has stood the test of athree-years • . "-1 u ••;''t/ (.1(hr. ''' said Enrico, as he ccived incl the e.11austine walk, which hacl that we have the ti lrgrapi) always at our
absence, and since 1�rin;,esra will not. Tend w,Lt. hod his friend rule away, And the follow (1 He staggered a little, but re- coilmaoel,"
an ear t.. a1,y other prttr,n•al:;. 1 14 hound bri;;ht look and L("tllr5 in response kept covere,l himself, and once more turned to t,:vr,o started.
to cntlpi•l,er \that is n.iwt for her 1 appir�
nc,, re, utring to 1040 at lie wa.lkor.l hack to his the liief with Mlle tele quest . ' " 1 r you mean, 'h•:n, t11.4t the tele;; ,un
• thonLh I l•u1't condi.))\° tea. 3 o th tt it l4 oliioc• 1 " For w•ha purpose have you brought n1e I had yesterday was yr•ot (inlay ? \1 as it
s.telt ,r to et','h tIM 1 '4114,(4141 have t hoecu for lie had ridden about two mils beyond here':'' 4 411^ret rick '.
her. the trot to, and had Arty react -lett the cross, ' You bear a mule, signor, that ener, Lienbrun) 1 iltl;lterl, and t ::'.i., 1 his 1„uhl
In 1•°r'i, r� :i,ritrlr 1 (;°,. ,. w its a Dover's roto) \\1.i4•h leads' 10.,•41 1 A,;,rnu; when he revered,' said the chief, coldly ; "r+nd ,for tn,;'lher.
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