Litchfield enquirer., 1871-05-11

an. Sancha noticed him, and drew hel veil closely over her face. embraced her promising to see her again in a few days then I descended the steep flight of broken steps. and joined my attendant, listening penitently to his remonstrances about the risk Of exposing myself to the monday sun. as$S~ f& "#
 I was sitting at my window, all in cool white. thinking of my mornings adven ture. had written my letter to Senol Folcado; was sure the best thing for San cha would be to return homo to her father then, when she was under proper pro tectiOn, the Baron might be told where she was to be found. and if his love wa. worth anything, he might follow her and ask her of her father in a manly straightforward manner.
 was leaning my cheek on my hand with my face turned toward the open win dow, while these reflections were passing through my mind. All at once, my atten tion was attracted by person issuing from the doorway of the Palacio Teial He was an old man with gray hair hanging upon his shoulders; be was dressed in thu garb of countryman, with leather gaiters embroidered jacket, scarlet sash and high crowned hat. This costume proved hin not 8 Lisbonese, for the city folk all affect ed the French fashions; but this was not what fixed my gaze; quinteiros and win hodors were common enough to be seen It was the countenance and manner of thu man that startled me. He reeled from tn. door almost like one intoxicated, and theI he looked up at the front of the house raising his arms with wild gesture, as ii calling down curse upon it. Then h' walked rapidly away down the calcads still gesticulating vehemently, and strik ing the ground now and then fiercely witE the staff he held in his hand.
 The conviction came across me like , lightning flash. It was Folcado, Sancha' father; and he had heard the Marquesa' story. My heart seemed to stand still fol the moment. What might be tue conse quences if he were to find Sencha in hi present mood? I knew the hot blood O these men; knew he would be capable O. striking his daughter to the earth in hi wrath. before any explanation could b. given.
 started up breathlessly. To have rush ed down the street in my flowing white robes, at the risk of being taken for ghos or lunatic would have been Q small mat ter; but he had the start of me, and wal stridiDg along faster than could run. seized the hand-bell and rang it violently then ran to the door calling ''Manoel- Manoel ]" But when heard Manoel come lumbering up, stairs at the summons, it al at once struck me-What was it was go ing to say or do? In the first place, this man whom had seen must be already lost in the crowded thoroughfare; and how did know after all that he was Sancha'l father? It was only my imagination that had lead me to such 8 cODclusion-there was nothing to be done, as it appeared
 ''It was mistake-some one thought I saw-never mind," said I to my facto rum, as dismissed him to the garlic and tobacco smoke .imbued existence he car. ried on in the basement But for myself Il could not rest I took up my book and laid 1t down again a dozen times, and was glad when dinner time came and ou1 family assembled round the table that might be diverted from my own thoughts
 The days adventures, however, were not thus to end. The gentlemen of our party had an engagement that evening. I was alone in the drawing-room. had been trying over some new music by the way oi passing the time, and had just risen from the piano. when the omnibus sound of g bell struck upon my ear. knew the sound well, and never heard it without a shudder. It was the sign that the priests from the neighboring church of St. Sacra. mento do Lapo were carrying the viaticum to some one who was dying. 5f
 went to the window and lifting the cur. tain looked out. The moon was shining brightly. I saw the procession distinctly the incense burners in front. the Host borne under canopy. The bearers were hurrying fast-fast. It was evidently 6 case that admitted of no delay. I turned sick at heart with fear and foreboding as saw the great gates of the palacio Tejal thrown open to receive the procession; ai the same instant I heard that indescribable resembling ''pitchu"- a Portuguese makes when he wishes to at. tract your attention. Turning round I saw Manoel standing in the doorway. Finding I was alone, he advanced into the room.
 Did Menina know the dreadful thine that had happened?
 No, I did not know, and I was toe frightened to ask; I could only sink into my seat and stare. ..- -.ss
 'The poor young Baron-Holy Marial What harm has he ever done to deserve such fate2" and Manoel stopped to cross himself. '.Ai, but it was sadp'
 'What is it?'' I asked, at length finding voice. 4~
 'Dom Duarte; he has been brought home desperately wounded-dying, no doubt. May God and his saints have mercy on his souir' And again Manoel crossed himself devoutly.' ~3 fsas 9i eQ a1
 covered my face with my hands, as if I could thus shut ont from my imagination the object presented to it. Oh, poor San chat who was to be the bearer of this dread. ful news to her? As for the perpetrator oi the deed, there was not shadow of qpes. tionl An! what evil the pride and heart. lessness of that woman, Donna Camilla, had efectedl How would she feel now, when she saw her young brother, dying be- fore her-when she found what her evil speaking had done? as
 I could not sleep that night. but count. ed the hours till daylight came and brought the morning, when inquiries might be made at the palacio Teial. During the night. Ihad noticed light burning in one of the windows; it was now and then ob- scured by the shadow of some one passing to and fro. The windows were open on the first floor; knew by this that Dom Duarte was not dead. No; not dead; that was all that could be said when the mes senger returned. 7 ssaa Eao $ a As soon as breakfast was over summon.
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