Eaton Democrat. [volume] (Eaton, Ohio) 1843-1856, 1855-11-29

ouu OuI SCeHe lS nD IUHBeI Ialu w IHe lUlle
room at Rome, but in the elegant boudoir Ofu
titled lady in London.
The loom was richly yet tasiefully furnish
ed. The delicate tintS Of the carpet and The
satin. covered furniture harmonizrd well with
the sivery hue of the paper that covered The
walls. A few beautiful pa lntngs, one an ex-
quiSl!e Madonna, the rest glowing Italian land.
scapeS, were hung wi an artists care in the
besL lights, and in !eceSs stood one perfect
statue, graceful Hebe, from the magical CHS
el Of CanOva. Above The maniel piece OF
Sienna marble, hung one other painting i!
was concealed by curtain OF black velvet,
OIL which the words LA Mia SoIella" were
embroidered in silver thread.
Seated at marble Ia lie, which was drawn
neal the centre Of the room, was young and
beautiful woman. Ter large, black bullian'
eyes, and heavy braidS Of siiken hair Of that
rch blniSb black never seen except on q ma
tive OF Italy. conlrasied the dazzling whileneSs
Of her broad and noble bow, aud the sulr rich
tin, Of her cheek. Her dress of violet satin
was cut so rs TO display the perGact contour Of
her ivory shoulders, which were farther sci
of by o berthe oI black lace fastened with a
diamond star. She was employed looking over
the contents Of small port folio covered with
cnnSon velvet, with clasps and corners Of
gold studded with pearls, and filled with small
pieces OF paper, all in the same hand writing,
cnd bearing the same signature. A smile
curved her beautiful lips, a strange smile lor
mouth so lovely; il was cold aud bitter, more
painful 10 look up n than a frown. Sucl,
was the MOrscbeSa dAgliano, The most beau
tIlul woman in London. servant announc.
cd Lord LVrdon," and closing the port folo
sue rose 10 receive him, the smile on her lip
giving place 10 one Of welcome. Five years
had made but little change in the appt arance
oi Lord Lyndon, except that he was still hand
somer than Wien he won poor Nina'S heart,
and his manners had won additional grace
Clnsping the offered hand Of the Marchesn,
he pressed ii 10 his lips before he spoke then
drawing chair close 10 hers. he said, "Well,
Beaii!ce, today the year Of my pIobalon is
ended. 1t is now exactly one year since the
day first told you loved you vii! you give
me lie finite answer now 7"
The MarcheSa listened with The same cold
and causIlc smile playing upon her lips, and
when lie paused for a reply, without needing
his words Sae SaId, "Lord Lyndon will eIl
you little story" The lover looked Surpris
ed, but wihUut needing hs aston iSled looks,
she pressed the black heavy brais from bis
brow, snd, after moments thought, began.
Hitherto the language had been carried on in
English, bu: now she spoke in Italian with .
raplIiiy OF enuuciaton thai efftc,uaIly preciu
ded every attempt at interruption.
'Some years ago, my lord, :here lived in
Rome Two orphan sisters. They were of no
bic bliih, but pour, and they depended on their
talents for subsistence. the elder taught draw.
Ing, aud The Younger music. She was very
beautiful and very guisless, and The elder
watched over her with all a mothers care. for
she was the last being who claimed her love.
She always accompanied her hen she went
TO give her lessons, and guarded her with o
watch!ulncSS necessary in land where beau.
~ is almost curse, but at last she fell sick,
and her sister went forth alone to her daily
asks She mel, al the house of ore OF her
pupils young foreigner he was caplivaled
by her beauty, and made her proposals, which
she Spurned with Indignation; he then Offered
her his hand on condition that The marriage
should be kept secret she loved him, and she
consented. But the valet OF The young man
sought out The elder, told her that her sis eT
was about 10 become The victim Of pretend
ed marriage performed by false priest, and
as proof Of his assertions, showed her let
ter which his master had given him TO bum, q
! congf'lulallOn from some one as base as him
sell, on securing so easily the lovely prize. He
Indicated 10 her the house where the ceremony
was 10 be performed she fastened thiher,
end arrived in time TO save her sister but her
heart was broken. Wealth and rank became
theirs by The deaih Of distant relative, bul
all too late. My lord, look here" And IL
sing from her seat, The lady drew aside The
black velvet curtain, aud Lord Lyndon olked
once more upon The face Of Nina. But how
changed The same brilliant eyes and glow
ing checks were there, but the lips that had
ever greeted bis coming with smiles. wore an
expression Of deep yet patient sadness, and
the very beauty OF that fair face seemed like
flowers strewed upon corpse 10 hide by its
lovellness tae r8vagts OF death. Lord Lyndon
seemed violently agla'ed, and seiziag the arm
o! the MarcheSa, he exclaimed, Sin pity, tell
Inc, Beatrice, is she dead :"
She burst into sarJonic laugh. "Listeu
10 this man % sh- exclaimed; "he breaks The
heart Of girl who truly loved him. and then
asks, "lS she dead Z" She died in my arm,
scarce q year from the time you cruelty de
ceived her. am her sister but as you new
er beheld my face but once, can pardon you
for not recognizing in the MaTchesa Beatrice
Teresa d'AgliunO The sister Of your victim"
He did not seen 10 hear her but stood ga.
zing OIL the portrait, his lip cuiyering with
painful emotion. "Beairce," he at length
said in deep troubled tune, al scarcely cai
hops you will believe my words, YET if ever
remorse visited human heat. nine has felt its
bittrrest pangs. Were Nina living, my hand
and heart should be hers but, alas can
give you no Eroois Of the sincerity Of what
say. dare no longer hope you will listen tC
my suit; can no longer offer you my hand;
can only plead Tia, you vii pardon the bite
wrong have inflicted on you, AMI iha! you
will believe in the truth of my repentance"
. "You can then feel TemOTse, con.rition p'-
she exclaimed, "you the cold hearted libt rine
. You, the murdeTer Of my sister No, bsHenno
realize such a change"
"rhen must 60 unpaIdOned," he said in
low tone. .-..
Beatrice buried her face in her hands for
lew moments; when she again raised he head
the scornfuI expression Of her features hat
given place 10 one OF sadness. any lord sh,
! said, 81 believe you, and in that belief re
nounce project Of vengeance treasured eveI
since my sisters death. The Italian Coun
who nightly tempted you 10 the gazing tabll
! and TO hOm you lost such immense sums
was my tool, for sought 10 venge my sisle
, by king from you what believed every En-
glishman held desTer than life, money
; Here" she continued, laying her hand upol
The little velvet covered portfolio, "lies al
, your wealth, and thus do I Testo.e il 10 you.
She opened the portfolio, and, taking ou
the papers il eoplsined, tors them into atoms