The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1864-07-12
Then viii cone

Il promise.
"liow shaIi / aud yoa 2
! shall be here lo-usorrow At this
fine--gili ihst please your
"beyond hope.
"Adlio till tlien."
II shall remember"
could sec ,hem nov. The March.
ioaess dfeN her veal closely, aud left
leisureiy by tie grand entrance
Giuseppe remained nolionlrss for
about tea minute. --tbcn be followed
qaickly
! am almost ashamed 10 say that
% Ihe next evening | waited TOR the
result Of this appointment with more
anxiety than quite harmoni1ed pilh
ihe nature Of my Occupation. 4 iat
Pistojaii farmer was reciting string
Of market deliuquencies, whcn~ two
figures that ! instantly recognized
yassed before the choir. Leaving my
penitent astounded a. the severity Of
the penanee which | imposed on him,
reached the porch in time TO hear
the address that Netrano gave TO the
driver Of a hackney coach. remem-
Der Il perfectly. Il was no. 1236,Y
a della Scala. The next day, meeting
the young painter alone on the same
spot, presumed on the privilege Of
my profession to make inquiries re-
specIing the mysterious lady to whose
society | had twice observed him. To
my surprise--knowing tie timidily Of
his nature, and prepared as | was for
bushes and coniusion--he became
deadly pale, and, darling a look olde-
iiance at me, hurried away without
word.
Two months after this, | was one
day crossing the Piazza near the
Campanile, when ] observed boy
follow me for some distance, glancing
every now and then donbnully into
ny lAce. At length he asked my
name, and on my telling him, said !
was indeed the holy father Signor
Vetrano bad sent him in search Of
The Signor desired most urgently to
see me would / cone? OF course |
expressed my Willingness to 90, and
my guide 70 The V della
Scala, No. 1886. The shutters Of
he house Nere half closed, a restless
crowd filed the street, and the shop I
was thrCnged. The landlord--a TAI
or rushed to me eagekly, and ex-
claimed:
THE RANTS be praised! the poor
Young signor still asks Tor you.p
] was strangely agilated.
."Whai is the maliers' asked,
''lle is dying"
! inquired no more, but hurried up
he STAIRS, and, on entering my poor
oung fiiend's room, found that the
bad but spoken TOO truly
j.useppe's hours were numbefed.-
Ie seemed TO have aged at least
aelay years since had last seen
iim, and, though lie tried TO smile as
opened the door, the effort was a
ad one indeed. The doctor stood at
lie bedside, and | addressed myself
0 him in a whisper.
"Whal is il r | asked.
"A bad sword-wound. II
Mortal p
II viii moi deceive you"
| sighed deeply. At the same mo-
nent Giuseppe opened his eyes, and,
The surgeon nearer to him,
ftebly:
"You can hide nothing from me,
Iocior; It is not your face alone that
ellis me there is no hope. knew it
rom the first and as my moments
re precious | must not lose them
Wy only business now is with Heaven
nd my old friend. ! thank you for
our kindness"
The doctor, exchanging a glance
With me, ieil the room, and | seated
nJ self near the bed and took the pen
Iedt's feyerish Aand IL mine. lie
miled gratefully, and, afIer remain
~ silent some few mements, begin
i low voice:
"Since last saw you, my father,
lie remembrance OF my iugratit1de
as ceaselessly reproached me, and |
My lhe want Of courage TO ask your
1rgiyeness has kept me away from
%. Aided TO which, he continued,
d ssiialingly, for many days ! have
ardly been myself. have much TO
III on, aud will speak more to tie
-iend ihan 70 the pastor. | Do moi
Ssh e confess myself to you, for pos
IDly The day may come wheu il will ,
e better that you should repeat my
ords il is therefore necessary that /,
ou should know ali, aad, when you
ear my memory accused, that knowl- !
dge viii be my best defence. IA
1T Is now more than two months (
nee The Carnival, ye, | remember it /
: II Il were only yesterday. AS The /
ri day closed ! sat alone ID my gar
4 in the Wa del Bardi, and stopped /
y ears that the merry voices in the :
rect might net drive me mad. / d
~ spent nay last scado--I Lad no /
erk and, though the spring nights i
ere sill chilly, | bad sold even the q
,Kerings Of my bed fof food. Ga my ! i
lsel Stood a picture, lhe copy Of 1
hich had Iiaisl.ed lha. usornlne.and !