Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1857-05-28

of course not. If he is left to the ten
der mercies of government he must die as
sure as fatei'
Then we must hel him.
That's it. We must help him.
But how?'
'Ah! that happens to be tie only ques-
ton that am not yet prepared to answer ,
When will he be tried?
This verv day
so soon?'
Yes. They seem to have q little re-
spect for his station, SO do not J ct put him
in dungeon. But he will be convicted,
and then be Immediately shut up as fast as
may be-
will he plead?'
Il think not
I'VE must see his wife
'Aye-so have thought. She must come
here. Her house will be watched. will
send word-'
But we can 60 there more safely than
she can come here Whoever is seen COM
ing from there before the trial may be fol-
lowed
You are right, Andrea. We will go
there. Oh! the noble. generous Count
must be saved-he shall be if we can do
it. We must be cautious not for our own
safety, but for his
i am with you 10 the death. Medo!--
From this time forth until he is free, my
life is his
of course suggested Andrea; there
is no taint of suspicion against us.
No answered Medo.
The elder of the two bowed his head a
few moments, and finally moved close to
his companions side, and whispered some
thing in his ear.
Medo Pazzoli started back in terror un-
der the first influence of the words he had
heard
We can do it in no other way urged
Arizzo. Thus we shall be free to act, and
to see him. have plan in my mind, not
perfect yet. but still Of momentous weight
What say you? know 'tis fearful, but
the demands are pressing
At length Pazzoli reached forth his
hand and said:
L will do it,
The spacious court room adjoining the
ducal .palce was crowded to excess. Peo-
pie came to sorrow, and they came to won
der. They came prepared to believe, and
to disbelieve; but by far the most of them
came in hope that the beloved Count would
be cleared.
Michael Sofilli stepped forward facing his
accusers. He was noble looking man;
and as he stood now. with his arms folded,
his dark eyes beaming with proud light.
and his thin lips firmly set. murmur Of
admiration rose upon every hand.
e The Count refused to plead at all. That
was confession at once: for those whe
oould not understand it, knew that he was
too honorable even TO descend to a legal
quibble.
The letter was produced, and he owned
it was his! Then it was read; and from
that moment none could hope for his es-
cape.
As soon as the murmurs consequent on
the reading of the letter had died away,
Andrea Arizzo pressed his way forward.
He did not look towards the prisoner, but
kept his keen, dark eye upon the Judge
When he had gained the proper place, he
addressed the court. and then proceeded:
1t is hard for me, who have SO long
been bosom friend of the Count, thus to
appear against him; but my duty bids me
do it. My Lord, have seen Michael So
fill repeatedly in company with those who
| feared were rebels; and once, while peo-
pie supposed him sick in his own palace.
he was with the foul robber Sforza in the
mountains. think. too, that he has fur.
nished much money TO the enemy. I
know that his confidential servant has often
left the city with true passport for Wig
nano, and gone direct beyond the passes of
Sestr. 1t is painful for me to say these
things, but noble duty compels me-
Ariszo was questioned by the Judge; his
answers were direct and frank. He was
dismissed with the assurance that his no.
bic devotion to the cause Of loyalty should
not go unrewarded.'
Il ask not for reward he replied, Il
have it already. But if you would have
further proof, my friend Pazsoli can cor
roborate all that have said
When Arizso had first spoken, the pris-
oner uttered deep groan. and covered his
face with his hands. His agony was in
tense beyond all power to hide or control
il. That Andrea Arizzo, his bosom friend,