The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1848-12-05

EsIss name Of RIarIiano as if you were afraid that
1oitr own would have warned me to fly from you,
and vet you ask me what you have done.
while the Mafchioness spoke, the Genoese had
become every moment paler, his features had
assumed expression impossible TO describe Il
was if produced by some painful agony a kihu
of despair which shocked one, bat inspired no Pty
the wretchedness Of Satan become King oil eVh
and Of suffering.
Whv have You not loved me . said he, fixing
upon the Marchioness a fearful look us you
that have been the cause of all that has happened.
Bliss had tanned my soul--yOu have exaspefated IT,
This skill as a duellist, with which you Tepfoach
met was the world which forced me to acquire
it, was ugly-I was aband0ned-l had need OF a
defence against contemp I'll became skllltul in
Staying. In after time this, which had been mat
ter of calculations became habit; | placed my
honor in q science which ] had wished to make
only safeguard And besides, why should have
spared men that hated me-the hatred of others
renders one wicked, madame. All when ! first
knew you, God is my witness that wished that !
had never shed hlood-but could | annihilate the
past BY love was rejected saw your contempt
through your feaT-then fearful rage possessed my
soul. Why should permit to others the bliss which
had been refused 20 me Would you have even
thanked me for il in your soul! You would nave
laughed at me in the arms of some beloved rival
| wished il not so. If am singular, madame, II is
that | could not endure the thought oil seeing
another loved by you"
3" So, them am the slave of your passion
81 love you, and am Jealous ="
'' But IL love You not!
"Ah! know il, and yet this love would change
my life aud redeem the past
He seized the hands Of the Marehioness as he
snake and pressed them 30 his breast.
"Ohi love you SD much, Blanca,' cried he,
6 why are You without pity
" Leave me, said the young woman, trying to
disengage her hands,
6 What can do to induce you to listen to me "
90 Leave me.
e Blanca, You cannot always deny my prayers ;
love you much that you must al length be
mine.
"a convent rather, exclaimed the young woman
distracted,
" | will tear you from it.
" The tomb them"
Marliano let 90 her hands.
''You love The Count said he with a terrible
accent
The Marchioness started, wished to speak, but
burst into tears. Mariana remained for a moment
motiOnless.
!" Tomorrow you will depart for Genoa,
madame said he at length.
At this moment some promenaders appeared at
the end of the grove of elms; Mariana presented
his arm 10 the Warehouses, and both withdrew.
But hardly had they disappeared among the trees,
when Celini came quietly out Of a thicket of AGA
cias which was placed behind the seat of the arbor
He had arrived iast as Alferi departed, and had
recognised the voices of Blanca and Mariana
Now, discretion nos the favorite virtue Of the
maestro, and DESTROYS Of clearing up the mystery
which his rencontre with the GenOese, under the
Warehouses; windows, had led him to believe ex-
isted he had listened, and heard all their CONVEX
saton. The beginning of it had only excited his
astonishment, and he had seen according to his
fixed idea only the subject of ScenaTlO-but the
end of il had informed him of the part which Alferi
played in this debate. He ran to seek him, and re-
lated what he had heard. This revelation was as
welcome to the Count, as it was unexpected. lie
saw his doubts disspated, and learned at the same
time that he was beloved. All was now explained
the emotions of the Marchioness at the arrival of
Marliano-her terrified submission TO the will of
this man-her sudden change with the Count. He
was foolish with joy
I" You forget" observed Celini, " that she has
promised this Mariana, or rather this Baron de
Roeca, to depart tomorrow"
What say you about departing " cried Alfieri,
" she shall remain wish it. All blessed be God
who has revealed to me the truth-thls time the
Baron de Rocca shall find some one between him
and the woman he Oppresse
" Do you forget that you nave never touched
weapon in your life, and that this man is certain to
slay YOU .
''What do ] care -
els it iust!-you are TOO happy now TO think
about your life, only if you fall, the Marchioness
will be abandoned TO her prosecutor without
protector"
g You are right-but is it necessary to fight with
this man to deliver the Marchioness! Will it not
]
" 1t will be an injury done to the Baron, he will
provoke You, and you cannot refuse to give him
satisfaction, people will say that you afraid.
"Wel, viii give him satisfaction
Then he will kill you, and nothing will be
changed for the Marchioness il is a vicious circle
which always brings you TO the same point
| Altieri stamped his foot with rage.
=" Is it then true,' exclaimed he " that one may
| conceal every thing beneath the point Of honor :
what because a man is skillnl in Staying, he can
force you TO be silent or die Strange justice of
the world If refuse TO allow myself to be assas-
sinated by villain, thousand voices will cry out
that ! am coward, and my celebrity will only
serve to publish my shame, and render the con-
tempt more uncomfortable. All, since life is a mere
arena of gladiatOrs, why was not taught TO shed
! blOod-what serves me this that am-this that
| know would give up all | possess to-day for
| the science of a ieacing- master.
What to do! What to do Once upon
| time bravo would have put an end to your EN-
barrassment," said Celni; " unfortunately they
! are now out Of fashion,
| Aiferi shook his head, and remained thoughtful,
| then suddenly starting from his reverie,
Yes, yes murmured he, it must be So it is
| the only way to do.
6 What are you going to do - asked the young
man.
Sc You shall know this evening" answered the
Count, and he departed. To be continued
NOTICE.