True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1857-04-29
VOLUME 3 81. NUMBER H.

phanage !)have good reason 10 believe it
consists in merely such difference Of
opinion on certain points, as may be and
is entertained by many most prase-wot-
thy subjects of the church. And this
Father Pedro, who unworthiy wears the
prestly garb, is but an INSCRIPTIONS
hypocriIe whose arts may expose, al
though | have not the power to punish
them as they deserve. On these sacred
robes which wear, pledge the truth Of
this assertion which | am fully able to
prove. Go, my daughter, and consider
this matter further. For my own part,
suspect thou wilt soon require the service
of the church in other fashion than that
which thou didsl just entertain"
His fair hearer, at first scarce able to
comprehend the joyful intelligence, could
even now only give utterance to incohe-
rent thanks for the counsel and protec.
lion Which had been afforded. The alb
bess was recalled, and the pair were dl
rected by the bishop to retire to the
church library toward which narrow
passage-way led from the room where
he held his audience.
The bishop now touched a little hand
bell which had been placed at hand
Paulus appeared at the door, and al a
word from his master threw it open for
} the priest, who entering, closed the door
behind.
"Father Pedro" said the bishop, Il
am not as yetlully satisfied with the re-
; suit of my interview with the candidate
. whom you have offered. Indeed, have
! good reason to believe that there are in
, superabe objections likely to interfere
{ with the further prosecution of this mat
3 ter"
e The priest daricd an angry look at the
n speaker; but instantly recovering him
self, replied in tone Of affected dlspas-
J., sion
r. "My lord it would i'll beft one of the
e humblest servants of the church 10 force
e advice on one so much his superior. But
b. allow me, nevertheless, 10 say, that it
e would sound but ill in the ears Of Pope
d Plus, the tale of that wealth thou art
about to turn away from the treasury of
: the church."
!, "Hypocrite !" exclaimed the bishop.
n I" Do you expect thus to brow beat me 2"
n Equally ready art thou with thy. lying
tongue and The murderous dagger! But
!, the bloody deed hath fallen short Of the
y intended mark. Ha, dost thou start !
e Knowest thou that the blood which flow
If ed was from other bosom than that Of
n Count Lora p
n The priest replied in hollow and con-
: strained tones, as one to whom the exer,
= tion necessary for tie mastery of his
o passions had denied the accustomed en-
S ergy of speech.
"John D'Amiens, 10 whom owe
h obedience as bishop Of Lyons, you have
accused me of the basest wickedness
e man can conceive. 1t is not here that
i shall seek to defend myself. appeal to
s. a higher jurisdiction. Let us see which
will best abide the examination. As for
+, the death of Count Lora but learned ii
1t from common report; and it is moi aston
u ishing that should be surprised al the
sudden refutation of what have used
n as powerful arguement with the waver-
d ing Lady Isabella 60. but remember
sir bishop the fable of the worm, which,
}, when trodden upon was turned into Q
l. devouring serpent"
g Leaving the cathedral, the priest turn
r, ed toward the lower part Of the city
'G When once he had gained its narrow and
re not over clean street, he hurried on with
feverish haste, shading his face with hi'
IN mantle, till arriving at decayed man
h sion which overhung one Of the most re-
mole lanes, he entered the gate ant
le knocked at the door.
"Is monsieur D'Arvan in" +? he asked
| "He is in his room," was the reply
l of the blear eyed sentinel.
n The priest assembled to the apartment
W indicated, and tapping repeatedly upor
G, the panel, was admitted by D'Arvan him
or self, whose flushed countenance Dor,
sn witness to recent debauch. His colo
however, quickly paled before the scru
er tinizing gaze Of his guest.
Ir- Are you then so lavish Of blood,
demanded the latter, that one life de
in stroyed in vain weighs so little on you
lis conscience :"
81 own my fault, said D'Arvan, in
s. querulous voice. &" But the passage wa
no dark, and the person Of the servant me
h, must have concealed The door SO that
ID, did not observe it.
sy "And this youth who fell your vic
,h tim 7"
ed Was the companion and lieuIenan
of the Count"
II Father Pedro fell b,ck in his seat, an
,w te rrible agony quivercd through hi
~ ~ frame, while his hands were pressed cor
~ ~ vusively over his face.
lis Wretch accursed! You have mul
no dered MY SON !"
as The awful denunciaiion, pierced III
nd villain with superstilious terror. Gre
SO yelling like hound before his master
no he pressed his lips to the hem Of III
ire priests garment with the most abje'
,r- entreaties for forgiveness.