Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-08-24
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THE EAERONAU1"S REV ENG l..
A TALE OF THE CONFESSIONAL.
BY WILLIAM E. BURTON.
Concluded

T returned to Piedmont, q guilty,
wretched man. Death had been busy in
my family during my unsuccessful career
Of vitlainy, and sat, wealthy solitary,
in The hall of my fathers. Conscience be-
gan to exercise its sway; proffered atone
ment in the sight of heaven, although
dared not seek the consolation OF the
church Charitable attentions to the poor
tenants of my soil, large donations to va
rious religious houses, and mortifying
strictness and elf-denial> in my domestic
habits, were the means of intercourse which
l employed. persevered, although con-
vinced of their unavailing quality
heard my name coupled with blessings,
but the disfgured counLenance of LIE Roux
was ever in my sight.
One evening, while musing over the
wreck of the proud imaginings of my
youth, the servant announced that poor
ragged fellow desired an immediate inter
view. | fastened to relieve the mendi-
cant's wants, and found, in my hall, the
| Chevalier Rittoni, clad in the garb OF ex-
tremest penury. shuddered at the sight,
but calmly desired him to enter my room,
that l might hear his statement at fitting
|
gesture into the apartment, when, finding
himself alone with me, he threw off his
assumed ssrvility, and shaking his rags
with lordly strut, slapped me familiarity
on the back, and declared his pleasure al
the meeting.
"You have doubtless expected me long
ere this. l should have been with you
(some wine, for Gods sake) but for the
cursed interference of some Spanish dra-
goons, who resented few froics played
by our party, during little pleasure triI
, on the frontiers the fellows were so care
full of our safety that they locked us W
for the rest of the summer and the whol'
of the winter. ParbleI | have suffered
= martyrdom since last had the pleasure
of your society. You ought, therefore
to make me dearly welcome. Aye, aye
this is the real Tuscan-the purple crap
of ArezZo, or l am much mistaken
thought so. The birth place OF Aretl
!. and Petrarch must produce the wine mos
: delicious to gentle cavalier. And s.
the poor wench, for whom you hazarde
SO bold flight, is dead? 1 never though
r her worth the trouble which you wen
through for her fair sake. hate the Eng
!, lish women-their d.-d GOODNESS is in
lr sufferable. You have another flask of win
in that cupboard, have you uot?'
Or attended to his intimation.
y fright! rightl l see that we shall nc
:. dissolve our friendship this bout, althoug
l rather feared that such might be the re
: suit of my visit here. But you unde
:: stand our relative positions. Time, how
a, nj ever, is precious with me. want atho'
pit sand pistoles instantly"
"a thousand pistoles!-not from me?
"Aye, from you. To whom else shou
d. 1 apply, in the DEVILS name?"
10; "Chevalier Rittoni," said l, in tr
'O tone of voice. although the paleness of n
= cheeks belied my assumption of courag
= II deploro your misfortunes, and shall
art happy TO afford you any reliet III my po'
= er, for the sake of our long acquaintanc
- but when you demand, in an imperatl
sTr' tone, sum of money of 80 much impo
at tance---"
est esG, "No matter: it must instantly be pr
= duced, or deliver you to tie justice OF
Top law. If, by interest, you can escape
: condemnation at the hands of your Sardl
ian potentate, l doubt it you have
ct, power to negative the demands OF I
n,.& French usurper for justice on the murder
an of the brightest scholar in his realm.
&c" What mean you by these accusat'c
~ of crime?" said I, rendered desperate
-- despair
I'D Have you the courage TO face the s.
,,iy eraI execiation Of your fellow crea'ur
,.s. which must attend YOU when your de-