Litchfield enquirer., 1871-05-11
WHOLE NO 2s07

'.You are very kind,n P I said, sI 6wU ron much; but you do not know,p and E ren. deavored to rise to my feet .ss..,:,,.,.,
 But the Padre Ansolmo; he says h6 hes message for uyotl will at any rate ses the Padre?" rna7 sa8$ as gss9~
 "A message? ?"that altered the casa qs'Yas: should be glad to see the PadreT and ! sank down on the couch again. In truth was scarcely able to stand.l ae bsmsgo Sister Eulalia-I did not then know her name, but learned 1t in subseuuenk sRiaifa to the convent-rang hand.belf. end then went to the door, where she aSb0ks a few words to 8 lay, sister. Tn a few mintans the priest had seen in the church an. tered. lse La-aG aodam 5i .co14rEsa n1 <
 "Do not be afraid, i" he said, inaanamdk to my look of anxious inquiry. s.rhs old man is safe; he will do DO further harm; too much harm I am afraid he has done already. Tell me about his daughter you may trust me; he has done so.'' s9fisa5zao1 be5ooes did trust him. was thankful to have some one to whom I could speak about Sancba, for I felt doubtful of my own pow CTS. and there was no one at home who would have cared to interfere. T told the priest the whule story and where GAmohA \ Ba and also promised that Folcado should not be made aware of her place of refuge, Nil he was fully pursuaded of the ialsensss of Donna Camilla's accusation. ao sa'7T to | For some days, perhaps week, Idu not remember much. By the time ! was able to sit up, and take cognizance of what wAb passing around me, heard good news. 1 The Baron was pronounced out of danner. His life had hung by q thread for some days, but now he was considered safe; though it would necessarily be long before health and strength returned! yodagsIo
 Then my thoughts wandered once more to Sancha; what could she have thought of my apparent neglect? Had Padre 1naol. mo accomplished his purpoSep how was I Co ascertain? The following day T was to be allowed to go down stairs, and then I re. solved to write to the priest. and send Manoel with the note to the Church of Moss Senora do Oabo; knew not where else to find him. U aiE ssEs .asysU was more weak and dizzy than \ ex- pected when reached the drawing loom, and could only lean back and rest. It was evening before I got my note written.c It was about eight o'clock; the lamps were lighted, but unable to enjoy myself, had retired behind window. curtain, and, oha- INou HUH tuc 1SuU HI buo EOOAuS Wuo 4OOA" ing out at the stars. 'f. s. as.8 1 Manoel came into the room, looking round. threw back the curtain, as { sup. posed he was looking for me. Hs cams ID and spoke in low voice, so as not to. Dc heard by the others. There was some one in the dining room waiting to ses WfnmiA. | "Who was it?" ,,~11Sl-s1 @a8 Isa
 Manoel could not tell; an old man Uinhodor, apparently -and young lady; they gave no name, but they said they wan ted to see Minnia, and would not b0 denied. Would I see them, or should he send them away? y s.tags 1s f.1s;iae
 By no means" I said. ]. would 10 to them. I crossed the corridor, end opened the drawing-room door, saw FolCad0 stand. ing before me, and beside him Q slight ng ure closely vailed. t...i..., ..,, 1-s, ' I altered an exclamation of pleasure; it was real joy to me to see them, for tn Che vailed figure had no difficulty in re0pg- nizing Sapcha. Senor. Folcado came ,4pr- ward and raised my hands to his lips, with the grace of an old courier, Avishing all sorts of blessings and good wishes ap0n me; and then Sancha threw herself into my arms. t-s -.
 I did not in the least see the occasi06iOr such an exuberant display of gratitude, but it was very pleasant, nevertheless. No steps had been taken to arrest F6lcado, and, flow the Baron was recovering. tho matter would be hushed up. Donna OAln. fila would not care to have the part she had taken in the affair dragged before thGlleht; and Don Duarte would certainly nos pros ecute Sancha's father. Folc6do YSe no contrition for what he had done; but as he had acted from mistaken idea, was glad 1 the young man was recovering. 'as-41A could scarcely understand how it was that Sancha looked so bright and happy, even though secure in her fathers love. There was the parting from her lover still; and it was difficult for me to conceive how she could feel joyous when she was going away, perhaps forever, from the place where Don Duarte dwelt. When she pdt her arms around my neck in bidding mo good. bye, she whispered in my ear, q I know he loves me; he will not forgetI'
 Blessed in this confidence of youth she was going away. 2" God grant you maybe happyr' was all saids and thea vel parted.
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