Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1869-10-27

abode-all was silent and deserted, L de-
manded her new address.
"sTomb Number 5, in the catacombs of
the cemetery, was the answer 81
Il did not even tremble at this terrible
news Rosina was dead, and [ thanked
Heaven for it. Had she lived to partake
my sad destiny, [ felt should only have
condemned her to a slower and more cruei
death. I went TRANQUILITY to the church
yard; I passed two days and nights kneel-
ing before her tomb; the third day | re-
turned to the city. [ went to see my friends,
but had forgotten that though the law ac-
cords pardon to the criminal who has ex-
plated his fault, society is not so mercitul,
and [ was everywhere received as thief.
presented myself a. my brothers, only to
be shown the door by his lackeys. This
did not astonish me; I foresaw what recep-
ton awaited me, and my visit was only
made as 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,
[ obtained the necessary authority to sell
matches II the streets. [ installed myself
before the palace OF my brother, and every
time that he Or any of his family appeared
in the street, hastened 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 rela-
tionship with the Count became known,
delightedin 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 I
would consent to quit Padua; but my new
position suited me; I held to my post and
sold my matches. Broglio, who inhabits
the palace of the Count, was so afraid of
meeting me, that as long as I was before it
he never dared leave the house
| 81 have now related my history. What
think you of the scene you witnessed this
morning?" - .- e.
Too much moved to reply, I could only
murmur, stPoor Georges F' I was still
| considering in what terms I could console
! him, and induce him to renounce his plan
of revenge, when there was knock at the
| door, and the Count entered. On perceiy-
ing his brother he started back. I rose
and went forward to meet him, hoping to
seize a moment in which to reconcile the
two brothers; but the furious glance with
which the Count regarded US soon con-
vineed 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, and turned to me and said hastily
! ''The miserable man who sit there is guilty
| of treason: he has arms concealed in his
house, and he distributes them secretly in
| the city"
'sAh p cried Georges, 'you know where
l live?" The Count was silent. This ques-
| ton seemed to embarrass him greatly. I
repeated it, and begged him to name the
abode of his brother.
s'It is only to-day that I have discover
ed his guilty intentions, by an anonymous
letter which does not give me his address;
but I shall soon know it; have ordered
my people to find it out, and to bring it me
here, said he at length. H..
''Truly, replied Georges, ''your plan is
well conceived, Count Il Soyou have
given the arms to your creatures, and when
| they have deposited them in my chamber
they will hasten here and announce the
success of your project"
'1t is pity" continued Georges, s'that
you should have taken so much trouble, :
nothing would have been easier than to
ask me my address. However, I will give
it you-a at least'my summer residence. for
it is only in winter [ inhabit the town, I
sleep every night at the foot of Tomb No.
5, in the cemetery"
The Count turned pale as death, and
grasped at the back of a chair for support,
but recovering himself, said hastily
Il see plainly can make no impression
here, I shall carry my complaint else
where, and he strobe towards the door, I
interposed, saying
excuse me, Count L, my duty OBJ
liges me to arrest you"
f'Arrest me p cried he, insoIent
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
quarter, he turned upon me, and violent
struggle ensued. At last, with the aid Of
my domestic, he was secured, Georges re-
naming motionless as if unwilling to aid
in the capture Of his brother. I invited
him to make my house his horne, bat, in
reply, he only demanded abruptly if he had
been the means of denouncing MS brother
I 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 a conspiracy with most extensive
ramifcations. Brogho and three others of
his class were arrested, and, and with the
Count l., were tried, found guilty, and
shot within twenty-four hours afterwards.
Georges continued to live with me, but
he had undergone great change; he would
remain for hours without speaking, and I
began to fear that his reason was affected.
About q week after the execution of his
brother, on returning home one evening" I
| 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, 0 God !" and, with the name of Ros-
ina on his lips, he expired.
Long years have passed since then. AS
far as 1 could understand from the few
words he let fall, he looked upon himselfas
the murderer of his brother, and unable to
endure this terrible idea. the unhappy man
! had stepped the ends of his matches in red
wine, and drank off the poisoned draught
! THE LIVING AND THE DEAD. many
years since certain miners working far I'M
derground came upon the body of a poor
fellow who had perished in the suffocating
pit forty years before. Some chemical
agent to which the body had been subject
ed-an agent prepared in the laboratory of
nature-had effectually arrested the progress
of decay. They brought it up to the sur
face and for while, till through exposure
to the atmosphere, it lay the image OF a
fine. sturdy young man. No convulsion
had passed over the face in death-the fea-
lures were tranquil; the hair was black as
jet. No one recognized the face
generation had grown up since
the miner went down into the shaft
for the last time. But tottering old
woman, who had hurried from
her cottage at hearing the news, came up
and she knew again the face which through
all these long years she had forgotten
The poor miner was to have been her hus-
band on the day after that on which he
died They were rough people. of course
who were looking on; liberal education
and refined feelings are not deemed essen
tial to the man whose work is to get
up coal, or even tin, but there were no
nIV ewes when tha pTav- headed old T,i1ori,,,