Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1856-03-13
"You came early"

care YOU Jew ?"-" mop ga
Turk ?'-s'Now GA Manichean a Pro-
testant ?"
"No, no. I was born in the bosom of
the Holy Catholic Apostolic and Roman
Church."
"What, then, is it you ask p
"To be a second time baptized"
"The Council of Trebizonde has forbid
den it."
ssBut have lost my name"
Find it again. The angelus sounds
God help you"
The door Of the convent was closed.
sBaptism is refused me, am nc longer
a Christian. Divine pity! For ne no
Christmas, no Easter, no Pentecost, no
candle Of the Virgin of Carmel, when I am
sick; no word of priest to console me on my
deserted couch.
lie entered a village, which was upon the
domain of his sister the Dutchess of Paglia.
The cure said to him; Good morning,
Signor Roberto Corsini" His nurse called
from the window: Good morning, Corsini." "
He answered neither cure, nor nurse, nor
villagers.
Il have no name," he muttered, and
rushed away like an evil spirit which some
priest has exercised.
Vassal and mendicant and robber scorn-
ed the man without name. He attempt
ed to join band of briaands
''Who are you p said the chief
1.-The enemy of men,
s'You are our friend. What do you de-
sire %
To carry misery and desolation into FAM
lilies; to live upon the highway; to follow
you to pillage or the gibbet; to win my
bread with my dagger"
Your namc?'
II have none"
':You cannot be Of orr band You would
bring misfortune upon brave men, and the
saints would abandon us, if we received you.
Depart.".'
\ little while after this, he learnt that
Doria, who changing his name for that Of
Corsini, ha(; continued to bear the latter,
was overwhelmed with debt, and drawn, as
it were upon the hurdle of an infamous re-
poEn-in word -di2Aa.--7lt7t.e-.-----
ria had been a prisoner in tie Calleys of
Cattaro, for cheating ot cards, and had e5-
caDcd.
Corsini had been cheated Of his palace,
his mistress, and his name. Whatever he
was, what would he not give TO sec Kim?
Six months he wandered ahcu. night and
day, hope;oa. Still, nc clung to life; he
darSt net Kill himself
st last, heresolved to return to Florence
lie reached the city. lie stood before The
paIace. The street was deserted; but tie
palace Cleaned with lights. Beautiful wo-
men passed and repassed before them
"Tlcy orc there" he cried. ''lt is lc
Tt is Doria It is Aglaura Take back
your goId but give me back my name.-
Bestow me my br;da. 7;!y y; Lie Lie Is bound up
with hers. Doria, for love Of grace, give
me back my name"
His cries fell UNDECIDED. Despairingly,
he turned towards the bank Of the Arno.-
Half-dead with fatigue, he stretched himself
upon the bank. Directly, he beheld ap-
preaching. eondolas, filed with musicians.
Wallets, bearing famheaux, lined the banks.
The wedding-festival was continued upon
the river He fancied himself in dream.
He saw Aglaura, more beautiful than ever.
Her arms were bare; the diamonds glittered
in her hair; her embroidered robe swept
down in folds of marvellous richness.
When the different groups had decended
into the little barks which awaited them
when all had passed, and swept away into
the darkness, he heard a strange and terri
bic cry. fastening to the place from which
| they had started, he saw two men hastily
retiring, and crying, as they did so:
':Thc infamous wretch is dead -
| CA man had been assassinated.
! Scizing the lantern, which they left behind
them in their fiji ight, and bringing it close to
the face Of the murdered man, who was
twisting himself like serpent, he knelt be-
side him, and endeavored to discover who
he was. With q handkerchief he iped a
way the blood and dust, which bubbled from
his lips, raised the dead and folded eyelids,
and cried: ''It is hc It is Doria! Great
Heaven and he is dying. His eye closes;
his mouth works his veins are blue. He
is diving, and my name with him. Doria
nv friend Doria. save me from annihilation.
Give me my name. What does he say ?
His voice fails Speak, dear Doria, speak
What do you wish? That I, too, should
die? will die, if you require it. But
answer me %
GA little water, for PHYS sake"
"The whole river, if you wish. But m'y
name first"
s'My name for draught of water. Give
it, and I will open your mouth, and the
Arno is there. have but to stretch out
my hand. Nothing for nothing. My
name ! and you shall have the water-the
water-a throat full my namer'
GA little water. [ stife ~
''Three words, my good Doria. All
the scoundrel! He hesitates. He laughs