The mountain Democrat., 1865-05-06
NUMBER 1BI,s,.r,..

Among these, there came, un0ee ~
guardianship of great French Genefsl, s J,
pensive girl from Avignon, and yet sho'
y HpSxt weh the lsng1age Of 4taly. aBa hSSa
name was that Of house which was once
great in Venice. She sought both frieudsN
aud inheritance.
Her story was . singular one. HeV
grandfather was once royal ambassador to
the State Of Venice. Her mother had fed
at night from her house to meet upon the
shores Of the Lagoon. q Venetian lover,
who was Of noble family, but culprit Of
State. As she approached the rendezvous
upon the fatal night, she found in the dis
lance a flaming barge of st. Mark, and
presently after, heard the cry and strug-
giles Of some victim Of State cast into the
Lagoon.
Her gondola came up in time to save
Antonio Pesaroi .-,.s,,-, i.
The Government put no v,gSf n IT'S
search for drowned men; and the two fui
gitives, made man and wife, jourReyed
safely across Piedmont. The arm Of St.
Mark was very strong for vengeance, even
In distant countries; and the fugitive ones
counted it safe to wear another name, un-
til years should have made secure again
the title Of Pesaro.
The wife had also to contend with tho
opposition of father, whose adherence
of the Venetian name would permit no
reconciliation and no royal sanction Of the
marriage Thus they lived; outcasts from
Venice, and outlawed in France, in tho
valley town Of Avignon. With the death
Of Pesaro the royal ambassador relented;
| k,,k L. lok
sought him only to bequcath to his care
her child.
But Blanche PeSaro, child as she was,
could not love parent who bad not loved
her mother; and the royal ambassador
who could steel his heart toward suffer.
ing daughter, could spend but little sym
pathy on her italian child. Therefore
Blanche was glad under the protection Of
q Republican General Of Provence, to seek
what friends or kindred were yet to be
found in the Island City, where her faith
er had once lived and her mother had
loved. She found there young Count
Qor the title had been rcvived) Antonio
Pesaro, her own fathers name and her
heart warmed toward him,as to her near
est kin. And the young Antonio Pesaro,
when he met this young cousin from the
West, felt his heart warmed towatd one
whose story seemed to lift crime from
off the memory Of his father. There was
no question Of inheritance, for the two
parties joined their claim, and Blanche
became Countess Pcsaro.
But the pensive face hch had bloom.
) ed among the olives, by Avignon, drOop.
ed under the harsh winds that whistled
among the leaning houses of Venice
!, And the Count, who had inherited sad
ness, found lasting and deeper grief in
the wasting away and death Of Blanche,
his wife.
She died on dull November day, in
( the tall, dismal house, where the widow.
ed Count now lives. And there the
} dadghter Blanche left him to arrange
flowers on the topmost windows, where
little sunshine finds its way.
The broken gentleman fingers for hours
at the portrait Of the old Count, who was
the Inquisilor, and of Antonio who had
such wonderful escape; and they say
that he has inherited the deep self.re-
proaches which his father cherished, and
that with stern and silent mourning for
the sins and weaknesses which have stain
ed his family name, he strides with his
vacant air through the ways of the an.
cient city, expecting no friend but death.
-[Ik Marvel'S Seven Stories, with Base.
ment and Attic
THE BucKEr.-There is an old adage to
the effect that "it is much easier to get
into quarrel than to get out it." We
think the following an admirable illustra-
tion of its truth: In the year 1905,
soldier of the Commonwealth Of M0ndena
ran away with bucket from q public
well belonging to the State of Bologna
This implement might be worth shilling,
but it produced a quarrel which was work.
ed up into long and bloody war. Henry,
the King of Sardinia, assisted the Mode
nese to keep possession Of the bucket. and
in one Of the battles he was made prison.
er. His father. the Emperor, offered .
chain Of gold that would encircle Bologna,
which is seven miles in compass, for his
sons ransom, but in vain. After twenty
two years imprisonment he pined away.
His monument is now extant in the
church of the Dominicians. This fatal
bucket is still exhibited in the tower of
the cathedral of Modcha, enclosed in an
iron cage.
MEN who insolate themselves from So
ciety, and have no near and dear family
ties,a are the most uncomfortable of human
beings. Byron says, Happiness was
born atwin;" but the phrase, though
pretty and poetic, does not go far enough.
We are gregarious, and not intended to
march through life either in double or
single file. The man who cares for no.
body, and for whom nobody cares, has
nothing to live for that will pay for keep
ing soul and body together. You must
have heap of embers TO make glowing
fire. Scatter them apart and thev be.
come dim and cold. So, to have brisk,
vigorous life, you must have group of
lives, to keep each other warm, ,as it were,
to afford each other mutual encourage.
ment and confidence and support If you
wish to live the life of man, and not
that Of fungus, be social, be brotherly,
be charitable, be sympathetic, and labor
earnestly for the good of your kind.
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GUTTA PERCHA.-Th;s substance is the
hardened juice Of tree growing in Sim
gapore, Borneo, and other islands of the
Eastern Archipelago. In order to procure
it, the largest trees are felled, the bark is
stripped of, and milky fluid which ex.
udes from the surface is collected and
poured into trough, formed by the hol-
low stem Of the plantain leaf. On expo.
sure to the air, the liquid quickly eOAgu-
lates. The first specimen OF gutta percha
seen in England, was sent to the Society
of Arts London In 1RA2 hnn nr Mani