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onardo, grown to be o bright and
handsome boy, was sent to Capua.
to school and while ba vpoo tt,..c

eSVo ouu wuHe ne was tier
his mother died. At the age q
eighteen he went to Lyons an,
thence to Paris, where he mad
himself acquainted with mercan
tile matters. On the very day tha
he was oDe.and twenty he cam,
home, bringing with him a beauti
tnl girl. whom he wished to max,
bis wife. She was a native O
Marseilles-an orphan-and nam
/ ed Cora. Old Antonia loved he,
at once, and nuptial ceremonies
wore not long delayed. =
On the day following the wed
ding the old man conducted Leon.
ardo and Cora down into the eel.
lar, and showed them, in a Dit,
twelve stout earthen Jars full OF
gold. And tlcn he told them the
story Of his adventures in the In.
dian Ocean.
My son." he concluded, I" this
great wealth / have saved for You /:
but we must not expose il here
I'm the morrow VIC will move it
away, and set sail for France. You
and Cora shall make a.home in
Marseilles, and / will be happy
with you.''
Cora asked il. there were rob.
bers in the ueighborliood.
Ah," said. Antonio, shaking
his head, "yon don't know our
county. The mobiles would be
robbers. Look at Gregorio Bar.
bier 1ler, the coan. mt Of .il MeadsagGaass
because he discovered the famous
medicinal waters; he would not
hesitate to rob a church if he had
an opportunity"
There seemed to be direful
magic spell in the calling of that
name for within half an hour of.
ter they had assembled from the
cellar the Count OF Mondragone,
accompanied by six serving men
as evil looking and as ugly as him-
self, made his appearance at the
cot. He did not stop to ask ques.
tions there, but having seized An
tonic and his son, and bound them
hand and foot, he bore them away
to his castle of Mondragone, where
they we're introduced at once into
a torture-chamber-a dark. dis
NAL, underground crypt--and
where the Count made known his
business.
He had long suspected that An.
tonic Morino possessed much
wealth, and had closely watched
all his movements. He had sent O
spy to be present at the wedding
of the Son and Cora, and had learn
ed that the old man bestowed on
tho bride a necklace of Oriental
pearls. And now. he demanded
to know the truth. But Antonio
would not tell him, nor would the
son. TLen the Count called in his
assistants," and the old fisherman
was stripped, and cast upon a rack,
and his wrists and ankles lashed
to the rollers, poor Leonardo stand.
ing, all the while, SO fettered that
he could afford HE father no re.
lief.
snow, Antonio Morino," pro
nounced the Count, ''tell me, where
is your golaQ ] ask not whether
You have much, or little; but l
simply demand to know, where is
iis I will set your body upon the
torment, and will rack your limbs
from their sockets, if you do not
tell me. And if you die in your
silence, / will put your son in your
place; and he, too, shall undergo
the terrible ordeal. Now speak.
Where is your gold hidden 2''
What could the old man do? He
knew that the wicked count would
keep his word. Had there been
hope that his silence could have
preserved the gold to his son, he
would have died ere he would have
spoken.
"Hold !" cried Leonardo, rs he
saw the strong men about to turn
the racking beams "I will tell"
" No, no, my son!"
"How2 Dost think that would
have gold that cost me my fathers
life2 No--not a morsel Of pain
shall rack thy dear old limbs, if
can prevent it!--look ye, Sir
Count"
The old fisherman interposed,
and asked Barbieri how much gold
would satisfy him. The base and
covetous man knew that father and
son were in his power, aud he would
have all, or none. 1t length, when
he saw that there could be no DOS,
sible hope, old Morino spoke:
"The gold Is in my cellar. II
tho corner next to the old fountain
is a tagging stone of o darker hue
than it's mates, and at the angle