Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-04-08

" no, continued Alheri; TOR If such were the
case, the signor Marano knows that might de-
mand satisfaction
who hinders you from doing so?'
You then recognize that have the right to
do IT. You own that your insolence was directed
towards me-that l am insulted?'
BE it So
Alferi sprang towards the Genoese, and seiz.
ing his hand
Il have the choice of arms SIR exclaimed he.
st matters not to me-
I'VE shall soon see
He ran to the sideboard seized Cellini's pistols,
and returning to Marliano-
Choose, said he.
'But one of the pistols is unloaded'
sThe other will suffice for one of u.s.
'What-do you want to 6ght,'
'Muzzle to muzzle; and let God defend the
right
ut is impossible, exclaimed Marliano
Pardon me, signor, am insued; you have
said it, have the right to impose the condition;
you have said that too. You cannot refuse, un-
less you be vile coward The point of honor
which has served you so frequently, is against
fNN ""N' AoN toPcu thlt, liht 50 mdly Otiler3
of your victims, should be fool enough to stand
up to serve as mark for your bullet or
that you mil ht cut me down as you did that
flower, with a smile on your lips. But you were
mistaken Baron Eocca.'
'Ah! you know my name, do your
'Yes, and think not that l will yield single
fraction of my advantages. / do not fight to
nalro n orb r,,
deliver the marchioness from your odous perse-
cutions. fight to kill you
4 know it; but whatever be the issue of this
combat, Blanca will have nothing more to fear
from your tyranny. have taken all my precau-
tons # | succomb, all Italy will know the
cause of my death; shall have bought with my
blood the right of publishing your infamy; and
l shall be believed, for the dead it is known.
never lie. shall be pited, for my very enc
mics viii take care to exalt my glory. Your ia
tai celebrity will be affixed to mine as 10 fune-
raj pile, and you will be branded as william for
having killed me. I shall have broken the yoke
which you have imposed upon the marchioness.
Placed under the safeguard = public opinion she
will have nought to fear from you, and will re-
the privileges OF a man of honor, and all will re-
fuse to give you satisfaction
Enough enough exclaimed the baron, who
was beside himself, zone of us must die Fol-
low me-
Il am ready, SIR
They directed their steps towards the door
Cellini stopped them.
Zone moment, gentlemen-you cannot fight
without seconds, especially on such conditions:
it is impossible.
'You shall be mine,' said Alferi; 'the baron
will get one
Meet me at the spring in an hour said Marli-
ano, going out.
Cellini likewise left the apartment.
When Alfer was left alone, sort of moral
depression seized upon him. He passed over in
his mind the events of his life he thought of
Blanca! Celinis story had led him 10 believe
that he beloved but it was sufficient now that
he was abont to engage in a combat in which his
life was at stake' Was IT love or pity that had
| actuated the marchoness, He was buried in
these reflections when she entered the apartment
with book in her hand. On perceiving the
count she stopped and blushed, but recovering
her presence of mind
Il was with you, you see, said she showing
him the last volume he had published.
'Yes,' replied he, 'they are more beloved than
the author himself. Before people know me, they
seek for me in my works, they guess at me
through the medium of my poetry; and when
they come to find that man like other
men, they are astonished, and fall down from
the pinnacle upon which they had placed me-
Even you, you love the poet, but you avoid the
man: you like my works, Blanca, but you shun
me-
! The mnrchioness attempted to reply.
co. do not deny it, continued Alferi You
shun me, and yet you appear to comprehend
me. For an instant | thought | had touched
your heart, Then it was that loved my glory
was proud to think should share it with you.
All why did you snatch this delicious hope from
me?
The marchioness seemed affected-there was
so much prayer in the counts voice, so much sem
sibility in his looks, that she remained as it
were spell-bound beneath them; she wished to
answer but could only siammer out few words
without meaning.
Blanca, l bessech you, speak 70 me-yon
kno" that love you; do not envy me ths--shis
h1Fpmess, perhaps, the las: shall eve: enjoy.
whit can you uleans'