Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-04-04

welded to a man with whom you have
nothing in common? You have read
"Locksley Hail. and you know what |
mean without my saying more. Once L
had treasure within my grasp, but not
knowing its value, threw it carelessly
away. Do you think that life to such a
one can be thing of much value?
She turned away her face, and buried 1t
in her handkerchief Fastini fell on his
knees before her.
"Cyrilla, Cyralla say that you love me,
he cried. One Of her hands was lying
carelessly on her lap; he seized it, and COW
cred it with passionate kisses. She did not
repulse him; she only said gently; You
must not do that: you know that you have
vowed to kill me" l. - -a----- -
%" No, mop he cried passlonately, starting
to bis feet You shall not die, Will
intercede for you with the mandarin. me
DOg-star himself shall hear your story, ana
pity you Some other life shall be sacri-
feed in place of yours you shall live. To-
gether we shall quit this hateful England !;
together, in my own sunny cline, III Italy
the beautiful, we will
The clock on the mantel-piece chlmed
midnight.
luCrc SOUNDS Un0 kll6ll VI Jul uoOhi
said Cyrilla with mounful smile.
c 1t is the signal that summons you to
new life-to life of love, and freedom,
and happiness !" said the Italian. 1t
tells me too" he added, that L have other
work still left to accomplish" lie laid
finger lightly on her shoulder. +" The man
who calls you wife, the child who calls you
mother, they must die p
20 thnsQ NJ
mailman steadily not the culver of a
nerve betrayed the feelings at work within
her.
Fastini began to move towards the door
of the dressing Cyrilla caught him
by the button and held him. He turned on
her in an instant, a wild devil Of fury glar
ing out of his eyes. "Do you-dare-to say
that you care the least in the world about
either of those two?" he snarled ont He
had grasped her firmly by the shoulder with
one hand; his other hand was behind her,
and she felt the sharp point of the poniard
prick through her dressing robe into her
flesh, as he asked the question.
Care for either of@theln!" exclaimed
Cyrllia with contemptuous laugh. "Why
should care for them, Pietro MO? 1t is
not that. 1t is this, as regards the child {:
do not think-nay, l am sure-that l
could not love you so well as do now, if
knew that you were guilty of shedding
the blood of that innocent" ..--
" No blood, Cyrilla," he whispered
" only the pillow" s +.
No !" said Cyrllla loftily. "The man
l love must be above dastardly deed like
that To be the murderer Of smiling
babe Faugh! You can go, Signor Fas
tint" she added coldly, stepping from
before him. "The child is asleep in yon-
der room When you have killed him,
come back and kill me, if you don't wish
to see the unutterable contempt with which
l should then look upon you" She point
ed to the open door of the dressing-room
as she spoke, and drawn up to her full
height, stared steadily into the lunatic's
eyes. He quailed. uuder that fixed, stern
gaze; he wavered; he whispered some
thing to himself and then with the air Of
a beaten hound, he skunk up to Cyrilla, and
taking her hand humbly, he lifted it to his
lips, and kissed it twice.
"Your pardon, Cyrilla,' he said, I" for
having misunderstood you. The child,
truly, is beneath my notice Let him live"
"Spoken like my own Pietro," said Cy-
rilla, thawing suddenly into very May
day of love and sunshine. "You were only
testing with me, know"
i" But he-the man who has caused you
so much misery-your husband you will
not intercede for him." said pietro, gloom
lily. "He-he above all men-must die"
$50 be it," said Cyrilla with little
shrug of supreme Indifference Ten MN
utes past twelve! Theodore could not be
long now How her ears strained, how
her heart beat at the slightest sound from
without! If he were to come now, he
could hardly escape with life, unless she,
Cyrilla, were to sacrifice her own life in
the endeavor to save his She was quite
prepared TO do that, she said to herself.
But pray tell me" she resumed aloud,
"what plan you intend to adopt for carry
ing out your scheme Of vengeance
CAS- soon as hear his footsteps, shall
hide behind those curtains" said the mad
man. GAS he steps across the threshold, I
shall rush forth, and strike him dead with
my poniard"
scheme!" said Cyrilla encouragingly. "But
think [ kno Y one better-One that will
avoid all bloodshed, which is Objectionable
in lady's room" ez
r Tell it me" said the Italian eagerly.
"When he comes in, said Cyrilla, =" he
Will dSh lOI d cup vi COLG6-lle always
does. Into his coffee l will put a few drops
out of a certain vial which | have in my
dressing room. He drinks the coffee, and
five eninutes later he is dead mani"
"Good, good /" said the mailman, rubbing
his hands gleefully. "And then, when he
is dead, will cut off his head, and carry it
to my friend the mandarin, and he will
give me his magic ring-his oat's-eye ring,
that is worth kings ransom; and
we will sail across the sea you and to-
gether; and you will be mine, my own, for
ever! Say shall it not be so?" s,r.-
1t shall, my Petrol" answered Cyrilla
boldly. "Ah! you don't know how much
| shall love you. But we have no time to
lose: Thurnhurst will be here presently,
and | must hide you at once"
Yes-yes! behind the curtains /" said
Fastina eagerly. d"
No, not behind the curtains" said Cy-
rilla, because the first thing that Thorn
hurst will do after coming in will be to
draw back the curtains and fasten the win
dows. Let me consider, where will be the
best place to hide you?" She paused,
and, with her finger on her lips, looked
round the room, as if in search of hiding
place. Fastani wac holding her other
hand, and pressing it now and again to mis-
lips.
q have it," she said at last g Nothing
could be better. You shall bide yourself in
this chest )" and she ran across the room,
laughing gaily, and dragging the italian
after her and flung open the lid of the old
carved chest See-you have plenty of
room; and there will be this advantage in
hiding here, you will be able, yourself I'M
seen, to witness the whole of my little
drama from beginning to end-from your
private box, you know "a little pun that
is 1t not? l really won't let you kiss my
hand any more) You must keep the lid
open about a quarter Of ali inch--not more,
and presently you will see ThOrnhurst