Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1867-11-16
not age, had touched with silver, were
thrown back from her face, and her pale
white hands were clasped upon her

not age, had touched with silver, were
thrown back from her face, and her pale
white hands were clasped upon her
e bosom. oH b.'n p. 2'ol ''+ ---
7d. "Lady," said the king, "you shall
sorrow no more if -Alphonso of Naples
can prevent it." p p 'i'' N' -.'' - 81 -
bln'H He drew small writing desk towards
him and selected two rolls of parchment,
writing few words on each. To the
dim eyes that looked upon them there
was but assingle name on either that
seemed legible; but as the mist of tears
cleared away, the words became visible
to her senses One roll contained the
order for Pierre Brunoro's release from
imprisonment, the other appointing him
to high post in the army with rich
emoluments. Gratefully she knelt and
wept her thanks; and with hearty
blessing for the good King Alphonso she
departed to carry the welcome news to
the prisoner. s'' oa'' dit' 't 5oi's'n :
Ten years of weary imprison-
fment had donetheir work upon the pow
erful frame of Brunoro, but the strong
heart they could not subdue. aFhat was
still true to the little maiden whom he
had always loved, and many a weary
hour had been cheered by the. remem-
Tbrance of her whom his cruel enemies
would not allow to share his confinement,
as she had desired to do. Half-walking,
half-dreaming, he sat on the small,
wretched bed at the hour of twilight.
The door had unclosed so lightly, that
he had not heard it, but breath was
upon his cheek, and soft voice in his
ear, that brought back a remembrance of
long ago. In his abstracted state he
whispered, "Bona beloved Bona! when
will you come ?' An the sweet voice
answered, 81 am here, dear Piero 1
will never leave you again"
She trembled as she spoke, for hardly
had the sound left her lips, when the
poor prisoner fell down like one dead.
81 have killed him !" she shrieked; and
the benevolent jailer, hearing her words,
rushed into the dungeon:
1t was long ere Piero Brunoro awoke
to that full consciousness of the freedom
awaiting him. 1t was joy enough to
hold the beloved Bona to his heart, and
look upon her face, which, although pale
and withered from its first bloom, was
dear as ever to him. Then came the ad-
ded joy of knowing that she was the
same as when she had followed him to
the camp, a child, disguised as page,
for thus had the dear Bona accompa-
MED her preserver. Brunoro had no
mother nor sister with whom to trust
the precious child, and, he had dressed
her like boy. to save her from the
coarse admiration which her beauty
might have drawn from the rude sol
diers.
Always kind, thoughtful, and delicate,
he had watched over her, little dreaming
that one day she would be wearing out
her heart for his misfortunes. When
Brunoro was taken prisoner, Bona, in
her pages apparel, and answering to
the name of Alberto, attempted to force
her way into the prison. The officers
who arrested him refused all but part
ing word. That parting was as solemn
as death. The girls cheek was blanch
ed to deathly hue, and Piero Was suf
fering martyrdom in the thought of what
the beautiful child might be exposed tc
when deprived of her protector. Sor
row and .heart-break followed her, but
it abode no less with him. Often, il
his dreams, he had seen her in perils
which, in his waking moments, he had
shuddered to think of. a Az5s
1t had all passed now, and the future
bore bud of promise, which would out
bloom all their hopes. When Brunorc
had recovered from the. illness which ;
sudden change had occasioned, they
We're married. Always from that time
Bona claimed the right to follow he
husband in his wanderings, and it was
only momentary absence that had pre-
vented her from seeing him fall, wher
the terrible stroke fell upon her beloved
She heard him utter his last audible
words, as the friendly officer supported
her to his side-"Love, you promised
never to, leave me again" There is a
brief separation indeed between two
souls so entertwined in each other. II
that eternal world to which Bona hat
followed her beloved there was speed,
reunion. No more heart-break-no NOR
sorrow.
They laid them in the same grave
There was little need of the gray marbl
| stones, for their memories were KEEP
green and sacred by all who knew then
in life; and what does posterity care fo
departed goodnessl~C