Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1860-03-10

conclusion, still the Corsican only
shook his head, with perhaps a
smile on his handsome features,
and still sold his trinkets, and took
his time in so doing.
At length, one morning when his
little son was tending the store, a
lady walked hastily in, and closing
the door behind her, dropped a note
before him, and then passed as
hastily ont again. 1t -ras address
ed to the Senor Giacomo Benven-
tiglo, and bore the rampant griffin
OF the Vel S--house on the seal.
When the hawker of gewgaws re-
turned, he found an invitation to
the evening testulia, which was to
be celebrated on the honsetop, as
is the usual custom. He hesitated,
however, before accepting; yet when
he remembered that Sonora was re-
ally the most lovely woman in all
Cadiz he locked his doors, and
taking his boy by the hand, was
soon in the presence of the COM
pany. To be sure, their garments
were coarse and we'll worn; but
there is certain bold, wild pencil
ing about the Corsican face, which
needs none of the more delicate
adornments to render it pleasing to
the general eye. Why he should
be an invited guest to a family
gathering, hitherto conservative, he
did not wait to conjecture, and so,
when the Don in person bade them
sit, he di SO, expecting nothing
else than an immediate order for
all the trinkets he possessed, with,
perhaps, a few doubloons for his
trouble.
The sequel, however, probably
disappointed him.
The vile of Vel S--commenc-
ed with rather ornate account of
the various rumors with which Cad
il had been lately rife, which she
requested him to disprove in the
presence of her nearest kin, who
were there assembled. With this
Giacomo complied to the best of his
ability. The lady looked with a
smile towards her husband; but Vel
S. frowned. 1t was dull writh-
ing of the black, bushy brows-a
fervish closing Of eyes beneath, but
neither moved nor spoke.
"You see,' said the Donna,
gloonily, ''you see, Signor Giacomo.
that your trinkets AID my charity
have w'orght my rrin.
"lIow!' asked the Corsican.
Does your husband disbelave us
both? What further can | say or
dog
':Take your boy to the room be-
meath, and will tell You.
G:acomo did as requested and
when he returned the Donna had
drawn a stool to the very caves,
and babe him seat himself u.on
it.
"My husband insists that I love
you more than Ite,' she says, slow
ly, with her dark eyes fixed on his
own; ''but | shall satisfy him.
The boy in the room was start
led by the sound of a struggle and
a quick stamping of feet. His
mind drank in the instantaneous
thought that his father was in per-
il, and with true Corsican spirit, he |
wrenched open the door and sped |
up to the roof.
He was in time to witness all.
The Pythoness had fixed her fin
gers with giant clutch on his
fathers throat, aud hurled him head
long t, a certain and fearful death
upon the teuselated pavement of the
court below.
1t was truly a Spanish mode of
regaining the love of a husband,
who, throughout the entire struggle
which had lasted forsome moments,
had stood by, with folded arms, a
witness of the deed which was to
heal his wounded honor.
The young Giacomo fled, with
he groans Of the crushed and brok-
en man still ringing in his ears.
One week from that night the
Carnival was celebrated in Cadiz.
the group Of ogres and
larlequins thronging the broad AL /
nanda, a man in rich, melodrama- {