Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1852-12-29
CHAPTER v.
"Haste thee! lest my master die,
His secret unrevealed.',

CHAPTER v.
ssHaste thee lest my master die,
His secret unrevealed.''
Three wears had passed away in Venice, but
still no tidings from Trevorra's daughter.
All possible means had been used by the Coun-
Gil of Ten for the discovery and apprehension of
of the bandit. Parties of men had been securing
the woods for leagues around the city for the pur
pose of ascertaining his retreat yet had they all
been unsuccessful.
Yet the boldness of Carlo bad hot abated, for
tidings had often reached the Venetians of his
deeds Of daring.
When Lucrezia's flight became known, the in
dignation of the mobiles was unbounded, and ssthe
Ten'' spared no endeavors to avenge themselves
on him who had caused it: but as time passed
away, and new duties and cares claimed their at
tention-their vigilance gradually lessened, and
now the remembrance of it came only as that
which had been. Three years had glided away,
shedding happiness upon many, but bringing it
not unto the parents of Lucrezia; Joy for them
no longer, for they were childless; and the rava-
ges of grief was marked upon their eare-worn
icountenances and faltering footsteps. They were
alone!
1t was night again in Venice-a cloudless,
starry moonlight night, of DID, when Lucrezia
Trevorra fled from her fathers palace.
The city again slept in the same pnre, silvery
meonbeams; the same low, signing wind swept
over the Adriatic, laden heavily with the incense
of the orange blossoms; the silver spires of San
Mares pierced the blue heavens, and the clouds
feated lazily, dreamily along, mrrored in the wa
ters that rippled beneath.
An old man lay dying in the city. He was
laying upon low pallet in miserable howell
A light hreeze stole through the broken case
ment, gently stirring the few struggling gray
hairs scattered over his temples? and now and
then a moonbeam fell in upon his care-worn
face.
The sunken eye CLEANED strangely bright; not
with pure and holy fire, but with the wild look
which told of the reckless and hardened spirit
within.
Suddenly fixing his gaze upon young boy,
who in fright and terror covered by the bedside,
he said in low and feeble voice
"Haste thee to the Count Trevorra, and tell
him dying man would speak with him."
The boy few along the streets with the winds
speed, and soon reached the Palazzo Trevorra
ssWhow seek you at this late hour!'' demand
ed q servant in the doorway.
81 must see the Count. bear him a message
from my master, who is dying !'' was the reply;
and the man, satisfied by the truthful lnrar11rrr
the boy, gave him admittance.
The lads errand was quickly performed, and
the Count prepared to follow him, although won
dering what communication could require his
presence at that late hour.
ssWe will go thither by water,'' said the Count
as he bade his serving man bring the gondola
to the landing stairs; and they soon reached the
hovel where the old may lay.
ssWhy summon me at this hour, and what dost
thou wish to communicate unto me?'' was the in
quiry of the Count, as he drew an old chair be-
side the couch whereon the old man lay.
Count Trevorra, didst thou gaze upon
my face beforee' was the inquiry of the old man,
as he raised himself and leaned upon his hand.
"Never, to my recollection was the reply;
"but why this inquiry9''
sHast learned aught of thy daughter since she
left thee, Count Treyorla?" was the answer to
the noble.
Count Trevorra rose, and leaning over the bed,
grasped the dying mans shoulder, and in voice
of agony exclaimed
ssSpeak not of her, old man, unless thou woulds't
Kali me!''
.sIt is not strange, Count Trevorra, said the
man, calmly and slowly, as if he were gathering
all his strength for one final effort. SIT is not
strange that thou knowest me not, for but once
you saw me, and that was long years ago. But
then you spoke words of kindness which sunk in
to my heart, and they were not lost, for now in
these after years will you reap joyful harvest
"Joy is for me more, it is fed forever mur-
INJURED the Count from between his clasped hands,
whereon he had bent his hoary head.
aListen to me, Count Trevorra,'' said the old
man. aThree years ago your daughter left your
stately palace. You, the patrieian, lost an only
child. Years, long years since, T. The p1ebian had
brave and beautiful boy. Time passed on-he
grew to manhood. He was my pride, my idol,
all. One day young noble basely insulted him.
He could not brook the insult, and dealt him a
fatal blow. But all Venice-although it told not
of the insolence of him who insulted my brave
boy-aH Venice rang with shouts against the mur-
derer, as they called him; and at length the spies
of "the Ten'' traced my boy to his retreat, and
dragged him before the Council, and then basely,
cowardly murdered him I! Ay, Count Trevorra,
they killed him; my boy, my brave Lodovico,
perished within the accursed wall of the Inquiss-