The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1852-09-29


ger to thy person? Are they come tc
sclze thee for some offence thou never hast
committed Has word or ,ook of thine
been construed as an insult against that
ancient foe TO thee, !hat w uld-Le tyrant
GIannctina Doria ! Speak. for suspense
creates thousand fancics, that YOU NAV
smile at, tut they make me wrctchcd."
FIcsco had stood gravely silent while
his wife addressed him his countcuapce
was grave and full of thought, and his at
tentlon seemed all fixed on her; but every
now and then his restless eve glanced on
ms TREND and former tutor, PaoIa Pansa.
As he entered, he placed written paper
IN the hand Of Pansa, and when the latter
had pcruscd it and came forward, Ficsco
said:
"Onc word will do; YOU promise not to
leave her, YOU promise to attend to all |
ask"
81 90, | do" said Panza, slowly and
thoughtfully, and then added. even more
deliberately, 81 promise most faithfully ;
but"
l have no time, not a moment, for
re monStrances, you have promised, ask
no more. And now my Lconora, nv no.
bic, lovely, injured Lconora! Injured,
for | have wrongcd YOU by appearing
what | was not, and What YOU could not
love hear me he said with Il look often
derncss, and voice Of winning sweetness,
that coniraSted strangely with the stern
cIank and glitter of his armor, (for he had
now thrown off his mantle for the last
time; naked sword was in his hand.
Tor w..ich he wore 10 scabbfrd, and dag
gers III his girdlc. clear me, my noble
wife You sec me as am, as have ever
been, under my witlingS garb. You see
iuiilliln% your own wishes, fired with n
noble ardor for great deeds, determined to
avenge great wrongs. Hear me when
declare that ! have ever loved YOU above
myself, and second only to mine honor
have loved the print OF your small fc,t-
steps IN the common dust, before the
brightest gIanccS ofthosc eyes YOU thought
basked in. Your words of ccnsurc. had
they been unkind, { and they were never
yet unkind,) would have been swectcr to
my ears than the best praises of an ANGELS
tongue. | have row 10 time for explana-
tons, my sweet Lconora. Fear not for
my satcty-tcar nothing. Attcrone little
hour shall return"
lie took her Land, and pressed it to his
lips. lie gently drew her towards him
with one long fcrvcnt kiss. Lconora.
could not speak her whole comtenancc
was changed; her whole frame trcmb!cd
with strong hystcric agitation. Her lips
unclosed, as if to speak: and still she did
not speak. Gently and pityingIy her hus-
band led her to his friend.
"With you, my honorcd friend, | leave
this treasure, above all price, he said in
fnltcring accents.
Wait, wait a moment" cried the dis
| tractcd lady 80 all you tell me pcrpexcs
me, contounds me. Why this haste ,
Sit down, my husband, and let me sit be-
side thee, and let me hear enough to calm
my terror to stop the throbbings of this
heart; that feels as if it would burst my
bosom. Stop little while, not to CRAFTY
aught like Il woman's idle curiosity, only
i'll pity stop, in greatest pity ~
Fiosco took the little trembling hands
that were so pityingly extended to him in
his own. "AlI depends" he said, "on do
ing what is t. he done at once there is
no danger but in loss oftimc. | must not
wait to tell You more than this. Within
an hour; the influence, the tyranny Of the
Dorias, will have ceased forever. Within
an hour Genoa will be free. Within an
hour, when take this hand, twill be TO
hail thee, not as the lovliest only, but the
first lady in Genoa, the Magnificent. No
no, look not so sad, and so affrighted still.
There is no danger to your husband, lady,
but III delay and trifiingin your chamber.
My tarrying here pcrils my life, for | am
losing time. My going forth guards me,
preserves me, assures me Of the triumph
almostin my grasp"
1t may be true" replied the lady, wi
ping away the tears that fell fast over her
paid face . it may he true, but am Ger
tain there's to be blood-shedding within
this hour, Fiesco. The 90 Vi old Andrea
Doria, is to die, and GiannetinO, with all
his sins full blown and unrepentcd of, he's
to be sent to his great dread account :thev
must bc both murdered; murdered by
treachery, in the silent night. ! know
that this must happen, and / know not
where the dreadful carnage is toend. 'Tis
easy to talk Of one short hour. 1t is Just
as easy to throw Il spark into Il magazine
of gunpowder, and say only barrel or
two shall explode there"
Sweet Leonora," replied Ficsco, "yor
are talking as women sometimes will, o
what they know nought"
Must there not be bloodshedding TO
night!" she said =" that's all ask"
Il" am already detained too long," hC
said with some impatiencc.
"lf you CO." she cried, "promise me
, you will not murder them"
"lfI go not at once" he answered
" Genoa will be bound in double fetters
and shall bc murdered at your very
{ feet
, any Fiesco, my own Fiesco," cried lie.
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