Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1863-12-14
Raleigh. - @, De oInP@r1A, 1858.


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ne accompanied her to her fathers house.
Sheaed him up the stairs, trembling with
anxiety lest the old count should not
like hlm. Piombo was sitting in win
dow recess in a large saloon, with grave
ioTbidding aspect. They advanced to
ware him, and Ginevra thus presented
her lover:
Ny father,' said she, I present to
you gentleman whom you will feel
leasuTe in seeing This is Monsieur
Louis, who fought four PAGES from the
Emperor at Mount St. Jean.
The count did not arise nor relax the
severity Of his features.
You wear no decoration, sir, | OBJ
serve, said he coldly.
fFdoes not becouie an officer of Ma,
poleon, under present circumstances,
answered II. Louis, with some timidity.
The Tcply seemed to crafty the pre-
judrces OF the old man, though he said
nothing. Madame di Piombo, to break
a silence which was at once harsh and
uncorrte0us, hazarded a remark
y hat singular resemblance ex-
claimed she, this gentlemen has to the
family Of the Portas !!
1t is emily natural, replied the young
man, upon whom the eyes Of old Piom-
DO glared w the fury of demon 80
belong to thaP aPsfa1mily.'
/ "A Porta ? shouted the count. Your
name ? .....
Luigi Porta, replied the officer.
Plombo arose slowly, under an emo
ton teo strong for utterance. His coun-
tcnance grew ivid with rage His wife
took his arm, and drew him gently to-
ward the door. They left the room to-
gether, Bartholomeo directing a gesture
of vengeance against the unfortunate
youth, and look of horror at his equar
, " wrctched daughter
y hat misery in word ! said Giney-
IA in tone of anguish. Did you not
know that oar family and yours are he
Ieditary enemies ?
- No answered her lover: Il was
: carried from Corsica when I was six
years old, on account Of some misfortune
: which h'happened to my father, but new
ar hAcW what il was was educated al
~nen Lett III s spe, ssa Ans
told me- I had powerful enemy II
: france, and that should therefore tax
: the name of Louis only, by which
nave been always known. He told me
likewise, our estate was seized AM
It since that time have been engaged Il
= active service.
You must quit this house. said Gil
e ncvrA.
Is then this fearful hatred of OUR ia
, theirs between US too?' asked he~as h
4 took her hand.
:. L cannst find it so in my heart sh
d replied but do not now stay sine
your safety may be threatened. Wi
) ind means to communicate with you
J. bat be upon your guard, and it is agains
c. my own father I warn You
= So saying, she conducted him to th
= door, and seeing him safely into tn
" street, bade him adieu with all til
p warmth OF affection. she had ever pr'
3h viously exhibited.
10 GineVra flew to her own room, M
h for the purpose Of dissolving into usele
Ks tears, bat to enter upon q serious con
on mune with herself as to the course ST
ed should pursue. The fearful question s.
to had to solve was, whether she shou
b0 sacrifice her love and the happiness
to Louis and herself to crafty the impl
ne cable hatred of her father; or to ST
Ter render her home, her station, her I
-as rents in favor Of man whom eve
e- worldly consideration called upon her
YER reject That her father would be IL
q movable in his denunciatian, she kn'
jrit too well. Yet, when did youthful no
DESPAIR ? she resolved to attempt
! argue with him, to entreat. She cou
EN-. not consent to give up her love tor
feud. Besides, she pledged her fait
hus and when she thought of Louis, ale
md and without a friend in the world
seat generous sympathy meistened her e.
now and nerved her resolution. She det
the mined still to love him and to marry h
her should the paternal malediction fall |
on her. The resoiute mind of Bartht
you. meo was inherited by his daughter,a a
ever though she felt 1or MIN all Tie aheo'
and respect natural to their relation,
hen believed herself not bound to obey W
: = seemed cruel and unjust command
f he With such sentiments, she descende(
,ueh the saloon, in which the old count
t to his wife were sitting in a mourntul
, in lence.
r. The conversation between the IA
and daughter was not long. Piombo
in pressed at once his irreversible deer
lring "Who espouses not my quarrel,
syor, he, +" is not of NY family. While L
| the Porta shall not be my sen-in Ia
even Such is my sentence"
tod fa chou that