The Conservative. (M'connelsville, Ohio) 1866-1871, 1869-10-29

accounts were not in order, had caused
them to be verified an hour before, l wa
arrested, tried, and condemned to six years
solitary confinement. The only grace thai
was accorded me, was the permission {,
bid adieu to Rosina, who, nearly mad will
grief and indignation, could only swear n
eternal fidelity. IL is useless to describe &
YOU my sufferings during those six Ions
wears. AT last | wal free! MY FIRST i'm
pulse was to see Rosina. l hurried to he
abode-all was silent and deserted, I de
mnnded her new address.
"'Tomb Number 5, in the catacombs o
the cemetery was the answer.
IL did not even tremble at this terribl,
news Rosina was dead, and / thanked
Heaven for IL. Had she lived to partak,
my sad destiny, / felt / should only hav,
condemned her TO q slower and more crue
death. I went TRANQUILITY to the church.
yard: / passed two days and nights kncel
ing before her tomb; the third day l re.
turned TO the city. ! went tose9 my friends,
but | had forgotten that though the law &c,
cords pardon to the criminal who has ex.
plated his fault, society is not so merciiul,
and / was everywhere received rs a thief.
| presented myself a. my brothers, only to
be shown the door by his lackeys. This
did not astonish me; l foresaw what recep-
ton awaited me, and my visit was only
made rs a matter Of etiquette. / should
have been sorry to deprive him Of such an
opportunity of manifesting his brotherly
love. Obliged TO work for my daily bread,
l obtained the necessary authority TO sell
matches IN the streets. | installed myself
before the palace Of my brother, and every
time that he or any of his family appeared
in the street, l fastened to offer them my
matches. His wife and daughter were soon
afraid TO show themselves; but the Count,
whose breast never knew either shame or
pity, continued day after day to support
this outrage with a front Of steel. The
people whom these scenes amused were
soon interested in me, and. when my rola-
tionship with the Count became known,
delightcdin hooting and insulting him and
to this expression Of public feeling my
brother appeared more sensible. He then
tried to have me driven away by the po-
lice. This plan not succeeding, he sent to
propose TO me the most brilliant offers If l
would consent to quit Padua; but my new
position suited me; / held to my post and
sold my matches. Broglio, who inhabits
the palace of the Count, was 80 afraid Of
meeting me, that as long as | was before il
he never dared leave the house.
81 have now related my history. What
think you of tho scene you witnessed this
morning.
Too much moved to reply, I could only
murmur, 'Poor Georges e. | was still
considering in what terms / could console
him, and induce him to renouuco his plan
of revenge, when there was a knock mt the
door, and the Count entered. On pcrceiv-
ing his brother he started back. / rose
and e forward TO meet him, hoping TO
seize n moment N which to reconcile the
two brothers; but the furious glance with
which the Count regarded us soon con-
yinced me that my efforts would be vain.
Georges, who remained quietly seated,
asked his brother If he desired TO purchase
some matches. The latter, without reply
ing, aud turned to me and said hastily. 20
"rhe miserable man who sit there is guilty
Of treason; he has arms concealed in his
house, and he distributes them secretly in
the city"
'Ahr' cried Georges, ''you know where
l live - The Count was silent. This ques-
ton seemed to embarrass him greatly. /
repeated it, aud begged him to name the
abode of his brother.
at IL only to-day that / have discover
ed his guilty intentions, by an anonymous
letter which does not give me his address;
but shall soon know il; / have ordered
my people to find it ont, and to bring it me
here, said he ut length.
Truly, replied Georges, ''your plan is
well conceived, Count L SoyOu have
given the arms TO your creatures, and when
they have deposited them in my chamber,
they will hasten hero and announce the
success Of your project"
'It'is a pity" continued Georges, "that
you should have taken so much trouble
nothing would have been easier than to
ask me my address. However, ! win give
it you-at least my summer residence. for
il 10 only in winter | iuhubit the town, l
sleep every night Mt the foot Of Tomb No.
D, in the cemetery"
The Count turned pale as death, and
grasped at the back Of a chair for support,
but recovering himself, said hosuly,-
Il see plainly l can make no impression
here, | shall carry my complaint else
where, and he strobe towards the door. l
interposed, saying
Excuse me, Count l. my duty OBJ
ligcs me 10 arrest you"
ARREST me p cried he, insolent.
Eyes" replied; 81 am convinced YOU
are the only traitor here"
The Count retreated towards the window,
but finding there was no escape in that
] lNNAA z AN AhAAlNh Nlbh mt anu u Violent
Struggle ensued. At last, with the aid Of
my domestic, he was secured, Georges re-
naming motionlcss rs if unwilling to mid
in the capture of his brother. / invited
him TO make my house his horne, but, in
reply, he only demanded abruptly ifhe had
been the means of d~enouncing his brother.
/ assured him that the Count had betrayed
himself. The end proved that my suspi-
cions were well founded; in his palace was
found an immense number OF arms of all
kinds, and his papers disclosed the exist
ence OF u conspiracy with most extensive
ramiications. Broglio and three others OF
his class were arrested, and, and with the
Count L., were tried, found guilty, and
shot within twenty-tour hours afterwards.
Georges continued to live with me, but
he had undergone a great change; he would
remain for hours without speaking, and /
began to fear that his reason was affected.
About q week after the execution OF his
brother, on returning home Il evening,
found him suffering the most terrible pain,
Notwithstanding his agony he uttered no
complaint, no sigh escaped him. Just be-
fore his death he exclaimed, Pardon, par
don, o GodH and, with tho name of Ros-
liza on his lips, he expired.
Long years have passed since then. As
far rs could understand from the few
words lac let fall, lac looked upon himselfas
the murderer Of his brother, and unable tc
endure this terrible idea. the unhappy mar
had stepped the ends Of his matches in rec
wine, and drank of the poisoned dmught
Transmission Of Mental Disease.
DIR. Charles Elan, an English physician
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