The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1834-11-05

his interference. But thtse u1h8s dWlndieu mo
rifles while the continuation of LorenZo's absence
seemed the pledge of her eternal misery; and
The tacit appeal made to her kindness, while she
had no thought but for her brother, drove her to
desperation She could no longer tolerate the pain
n anomaly of her siluation---she could not endure
her suspense for her brothers fate, the reproach
ful olances of Fabian's mother and his friends. He
himself was more generous--he read her heart,
and as the termination of the fifth year drew near,
ceased to alude to his own feelings, and appeared
as wrapt as herself in doubt concerning the fate of
The n,ble youth, whom they could scarcely enter
tain hope of ever seeing more. This was small
comfort to Flora. She had resolved that when the
completion ofthe fifth year assured her that her
brother was forever lost she would never see Fabi-
an again. At first she had resolved to take refuge
in convent and in the sanctty Of religious vows.
But she remembered how averse Lorenzo had always
shown himself to this VOCATION and that he had pre-
ferred to place her beneath the roof of his foe than
within the walls of nunery. Besides, young as
she was and despite of herself, full of hope, she
recoiled from shutting the gates of life upon her
self for ever.-Notwilhstandng her fears and sor-
row. she cung to the belief that Lorenzo lived; and
this led her to another plan. When she had re-
ceived her little cross from Milan, it accom-
panied by message, that he believed he had found
good friend in the archbishop of that place. This
prelate therefore, would know whittier Lorenzo had
first bent his steps, and to HIM she resolved to APP
plv Her scheme was easily formed. She possessed
herself of the garb of Pilgrim and resolved on the
day following, the completion of the fifth year, to
depart from Sienna, and bend her steps towards
Lombardy, buoyed up by the hope that she. should
gain some tidngs ofthe object of all her care.
Meanwhile Fabian had formed similar resolve.
lie ld learnt the fact from Flora of Lorenzos hav-
ing first resorted to Milan, and he determined 10
visit that city, and not to return without certain m
formation lie acquainted his mother with his plan
but begged her not to inform Flora, that she might
not be tortured by double doubt during his absence.
The anniversary Of the fifth year was come, aud
with it the eve of these several and separate Jour
news. Flora had retired to spend the day at the
villa before mentioned. She had chosen to retire
thither for various reasons. Her escape was more
practicable thence than in the town and she was
anxousto avoid seeng both Fabian and his mother,
now that SHE the point ofntcting severe pam
on them She spent the day at the villa and in its
gardens, musing on her plans regrettng the fuiet
of her past life-saddcned on Faban's account
grieying bitterly for Lorenzo. She was not alone,
for she had been obliged to confide III one of her
former companions, and to obtain her assistance.
Poor little Angeline was dreadlulIy frightened with
the trust reposed in her, but did not dare exposu-
late with or beiray her friend; and she continued
near her during this last day, by turns trying to
console and weeping with her. Towards evening
they wandered together into the wood contiguous to
the villa. Flora had taken her harp with her, but
her trembling finger refused to strike Its chords; she
left it, she left her companion, and strayed on alone
to ta.e leave Of spot consecrated by many aformer
visit. Here the outrageous trees gathered about
her. and shaded her with their thick and droopne
foaye---a torrent dashed down from neighhorme
rock and fell from height into rustic basin, hol
lowed to receive it then, overfowing the margin
at one spot it continued falling successive de-
clivities till it reach the bottom Of little rayine
when it stole on in placid and silent course. This
had ever been favorle resort OF Flora 1he w-
light of the wood and the perpetual flow, the thun-
der, the hurry and the turmoil of the waters, the
varied sameness of the eternal elements, accorded
with the melancholy of her ideas, and the endless
succession of her rcveries. She came to II now
she olzed on the lmpid cascade--for the last time
soft sadness glistened in her eyes, and her atti-
tudc denoted the tender regret that filled her bosom
her long bright tresses streaming IN elegant dlsor-
der, her light veil and simple, yet ii h attire, were
htcuy mrrored in the smooth face of the rushing
waters. At this moment the sound of steps more
firm and manly than those of Angeline struck he
ear. and Fabian himself stood before her; he wa
unable to bring himself TO depart on his lourne,
without seeing her once again. lie had ridden owe
10 the villa and finding that she had quilted IT
sought and found her in the lone where they
had often spent hours together which had been ful
of bliss him. Flora was sorry to see him, for he
secret was on her lips, and yet she resolved not t'
rive it uterance. He was ruled by the same feel
! ing Their interview was therefore Short and nei
ther alluded to what sat nearest the heart OF each
They parted with a simple "Good night" as If Ger
! tain of meeting the following morning each de
ceved the 9th r, and h was in their turn deceived
There was more of tenderness in Flora's manne
than there had ever been; it cheercd his faern
soul, about to quit her, while the anticipation OF tn
blow he was about to receive from her, made he
regard as vonial this momentary soitenlng toward
her brothers enemy
Fabian passed the night at the villa, and earl
the next morning he departed for Milan. lie wa
impatient TO arrive at the end of his journey, an
often he thrust his spurs into his horses sides, an
put him to his speed, which even then appeared slow
Yet he was aware that his arrival at Milan mlgl