The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-07-07
ELKToN MD. SATURDAY MORNING JULY 1874!


brother but his brother Is Antonello Ca
racciolo.'
He is madam replied the strange,
fixing piercing look on her, Isabell
turned pale and leant against the pri
Dieu, as il her limbs were failing her
but her courage soon returned. Go on
she said, 60 on
'The name of the criminal will not a
ter the Judges decsion.' he asked
I'm nothing she answered. Il have
sworn-go on; listen to you. She hae
again the same firm look and attitude a,
before this terrible disclosure, and the
stranger continued his recital in the
same tone OF voice.
Il was saying, madam, that the Count
Antoniello Carracciolo was handsome
rich, and generous, but that he had a
brother who was to him what the ser
pent was to our first parents-his promp
ter--his evil genius. Well madam, i,
is hardly six months since tina! the
Count was hunting in our neighborhood
He had lost himself in pursuit Of stag;
he was hot and thirsty; he met young
girl coming from the fountain with a
pitcher of water on her head; he leaped
from his horse and asked her for drink:
that young girl was Costanza-my sis
teri
The regent shivered with emotion;
but the stranger appeared not to notice
her agitation, and proceeded with his
tale, 4 have told you, madam, what
count Antoniello is; allow me to tell you
what my sister was. She was about six
teen years of age. beautiful as an angel,
chast- as the Madonna. You might see
her innocent thoughts in her eyes, as
Ole can see the bottom OF lake through
its limpid waters, her father and mother
often examined this mirror of her soul,
and had never read the shadow Of an evil
thought in It. Costanza had never low.
ed; she was above those gros,er souls
around her; this human mud might not
soil her virgin robes. But as have al
ready said. madam and you perhaps
know also, Count Anton,pllo is young,
handsome; and graceful. Costanza had
never before met man OF his rank; he
too, had never before seen woman like
her. They were mutually attracted to
each other Costanza only treamt of th,.
handsome young gallant, and the Count
Antoniello's sole thought was of the
lovely peasant girl
The regent bit her lip, but she sid
not word
q must also say; madam, that Costan-
la was not aware that he was the Count
Carracciolo: she took him for some p,gp
or squire whom she might love in all 81
curity-for we are rich for our rank;
she loved in chastity. They met again
and again, and always on the same spot
but once they forgot to mark the flight
Of time, and my father, becoming rnea-
So at her absence took his gun and went
in search of her he soon found her sit
ting with a young man. Costanza start
ed like frightened roe, while the young
man ran to the forest, my fathers first
movement was to raise his gun and take
aim at him, but Costanza rushed before
him. My father lowered his arm-he
had recognized the young count
'Was 1t indeed Antoniello Carracciol
lo?' murmured the regent.
Himself answered the stranger. 'My
father ordered his wife and daughter to
prepare fora journey, and that very
night they went to my aunt S at Montel
cone. Before they left my father took
Costanza aside, and said, III you see
HIM again I will kill him. Costanza
tell on her knees, and with clasped
hands and streaming eyes implorrd his
pardon. He pressed her to his heart,
and before break of day, she and her
mother were no longer on the count S
territory.
The regent drew Sigh of relief.
'The next day my father went to the
count; | do not know what passed be-
tween them, but ! know this, that the
count pledged his word that he would
for the future respect Costanza's virtue.
On the morrow the count set off for Ma
ples.'
Eyes, yes, I remember his return said
the regent. well, what next, what
nextp
what next; madam, what next9 Why
he continued to think of her whom he
should have forgotten. The pleasures
of a court, the tavours OF high born DANES
the visions of ambition even, were Insult
ficient to drown tile memory of the
poor Calabrlan; hel image was uncea-
singly before HIM by day and by night
she disturbed his occupations, she de-
stroyed his sleep. His letters to his
brother were sad and responding, the lat
ter became uneasy and joined him there,
he tancIed him enamoured of some queer
TO whose hand he dared dot aspire, he
laughed when he found that all his dis
!ress Of mind ofwas for a Calabrian wo.
man.
you are a fool. Antoniello.' said ha