The Somerset herald and farmers' and mechanics' register. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 183?-1852, 1847-05-18
CHAPTER III.
Patient yourself, madame, and pardon me.
TIrUs AxDRoSIcUs.

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TrrUs ASDRoSIcUs.
81 am Of Russian birth, lady. My eyes
first opened in that cold cline. Ye may
wonder that such passions as | possess
could belong to an inhabltant of that
dreary land. Ny father was of the no.
blcst of the Russian nobility: you may
have heard the name and may not. He
was the Count Marjanque. My mother
died in my infancy. Had she lived,
might have been spared this life of rapine
and murder. But it is useless to deplore
it now; t is too late. had a slster-a
soft and gentle girl. Methinks see her
now, with her locks of waving GOLD
Her eyes were blue as Italy's skies, with
a soft and gentle expression which re-
minded one when they looked into them
oil c%hildhood's hours when all was hap
piness. and we thought our life would be
as free from care as 1t was then, and the
world seemed to our gaze delightful
But | wander from my story. | loved
her only as a sister can; | watched over
her youth with a mothers care. A beau
tiful picture did we make as we wandered
over 'hiIl and dale my arms around her
waist, her golden hair eutwined with my
dark curls, our lips pressed together
Artists came from afar 10 sketch the por-
trait of the Russian sisters. We had
many %suitors, for our wealth and beauty
attracted universal attention. There was
one who [ thought loved me for myself
alone. Alas! how fatally was deceived!
News was brought me that my lover was
false; but | believed it not. My waiting
maid, true to me, brought me the tale of
guilt-nay, more, conducted me to the
spot of meeting. There | saw them, his
hand in hers. their lips pressed together,
her head resting upon his bosom. | was
stupifed; | could not sperk; but my
heart seemed silently breaking. At last
| found words to speak, but my voice was
loarse and sharp, and scarce sounded like
the sweet voice of Adelaide MarJanque.
Ellen said |, rs it thus you repay my
love, my kind care!' As | proceeded,
my Russian blood boiled, and hurting the
iercest curses on the heads of Ellen and
Buvendano, | left them"
"Buvendano! Oh, God!' shrieked the
Lady Inez.
SAY, lady, the Count Buyendano! IT
was he!"
Inez heard her not for at the sound of
that name she had sunk %fainting on the
ground. Raising her gently, the Coun-
tess laid her upon a couch; but it was
long before she recovered. She opened
her eyes, and staring wildly at the wo-
man, exclaimed
$50 on-you have broken my heart at
last, 90 on
81 will: but say that you will forgive
me-"
81 do, Adelaide Marjanque-I do"
She went on:
81 left the room, and | determined to
quit Russia. My father was dead, my
sister lost to me, and the last silver link
which bound me TO my native land was
severed and gone. left my home, my
country, and came 10 Italy-joined this
band of ~rufians and made myself their
Chief. There is but one who knows my
sex: that one the faithful Conzalvo. Nv
sister | could have ~pardoned, but she
married him. La a few months | heard
she was dead. They said it was con-
sumption; but | knew he murdered her.
Hearing You was about to marry him, l
determined TO save you. | have done so;
and now farewell! Ii is but a few miles to
the city. Return. must see the Count
before | die. lhate him. and last night |
would have killed him, had | been able"