Nebraska advertiser., 1865-03-16

by nature. They babe him predict hi
own fate, and then arrested and rteo
him before magistrate. AS the latte
could find nothing against him he let hin
of with. fine and few days '1imprisOn
ment. As he was being taken away, ht
cried out, in the hearing of many, lie
him who has condemned me withour
cause beware of the judgement that viii
soon be passed upon him in another
world %
Ten days after the fortune-teller's re
lease, the magistrate died, and no one
could tell the reason why. There were
those who remembered the prediction OF
the fomer, and noised the fact about ;
and then certain persons, who believed
in such things, came to see him.
One night lady came to him dis
guised in male attire
"Iw,nt to speak with SenOr Valencia, "
she said.
81 an he," replied the fortune-teller.
He knew her as the Countess Civan,,
u-for be was not what he seemed, and
had neither under very different circum-
stances-but he kept this to him self and
treated her as if she was a gentleman
When alone with him, in his pOorly.fur-
nished study, the lady said, "Senor Val,
encio, you are reported to know the fu-
ture-tO know of things and events be-
fore they happen-can you tell why |
am here %
ut is of course. impossible for me to
tell all things" he replied; "only what
is given me to know for purpose. l
will venture to say, however. in your
case, that you seek to be informed how
long the Count Civanti will live"
The lady started, and her cheeks
grew pale.
care all our secret thoughts, then,
known z" she exclaimed.
"Yes." returned Valencia, solemnly,
''aI are known-but all are not known
to mortals, else would some wicked
hands be stayed, some murderons deed
remained undone."
"WhO are you 2" demanded the other
turning full upon him, though the dim
light of the apartment did not permit her
very distinct view of his features
'Methinks," she said, coming up close
almost thrusting her face into his, 1--WE
have met before"
"Ha that yelce2 / know the tone Of
command You are, then, no other
than Rondinelli, chief of brigands, whom
1 first met among the wild hills over
shadowng Lake Celano ~
"Wdl, is the remembrance pleasant to
your ladyship? 2" inquired the brigand,
cody.
my ladyship?"
bah why seem to be astonished p
Do you suppose l know less of the Count
ess Civanti than she of Rondinelli o.
$50, them" rejoined the countess, bi.
ting her lips, " it seems that both have
secrets here !"
"And should both work for each 9th.
er's interest - said the chief of brig.
ands. "What can / do 10 serve the fair
Countess Clvanti ?'
81 suppose we can trust each other g"
81 suppose we shall, if we separate
alive g" asked the countess.
Il think dO-the death of your hus-
Band, for one thing"
Sand what else 2"
"The death of the Duchess Ducar-
rar p'
"You do indeed know more of me
than thought" said the countess, ga
zing upon him with an expression of
wonder. "For what purpose are you
here 2"
"Your pardon, fair countess but that
is my secret, May ask what bropgh.
you to me ?'
"Well, heard the story, through the
gossip of the servants, of strange man
ceming to this old house and shutting
himself up in complete seclusion-of his
subsequent arrest, Imprisonment, and
prediction concerning the magistrate, and
since !hat, of some other death. predic-
tions that have come to pass-and l felt
a strong desire to consult him, thinking
it not improbable that where 1t might be
to his interest to predict death, q death
would be certain to follow"
"In other words" said the bandit,
''yOu believe me to be a pOssessIOpal
murderer ?"
Something of that kind, confess" f"
"And nowl''
"Ilrust have no reason to change
my opinion %
you are explain and straightforward
at all events. l don't object to that
however. Well, now that we under.