The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1872-11-21

she said, elinging passionately TO him.
Hush, hush! Quick-it must be
done 1 shall escape, perhaps. What
Z IS my life against my sisters safety !:
Quick, Lucia"
Forced to yield, the exchange was
soon made. Then there came an ag-
? Onized parting, and the two parted.
The goaler let out the sister, the broth
.er remained in the prison. His dar-
ling was saved, and as it was already
, dusk, the gOaleF, in entering with
. food, did not notice any difference.
} The bowed form in its velvet robe
was apparently the same as before.
! Il was not until late next morning
/. that any one came in, and then, at
3 tended by the gOaler, the governor
himself entered the prison. He stop
ped in blank surprise that was even
ludicrOus, as his eye fell, not on his
= intended victim, but on the slight
form, and bold, naughty face of her
I brother. "Ha what is this Whom
have we here 81 he almost shouted,
a with an oath too blasphemOIs to be
: written here.
"Andrea de Cavarra," said the
. young Venetian coOlly. "At your
service, Signor Conte."
The governor uttered fierce Ger
man exclamation, and lifted q gilt
tering weapon to strike the speaker;
but a yet more cruel thought arrested
his hand.
''No," he said ferociously, death
were release; captiVity-death Here,
then, rot out existence, knowing that
this girl will in a few hours be mine
on nv own terms"
"Do your worst" cried the Venetian
scOrnfnlly, $50 my own fate 1 am
utterly Indifferent since my sister is
saved, and forever beyond your reach.
Torture this body if you choose, shut
it in here for life, care not L glory
in suffering for Lucia.n For one mo-
: ment Valdenstein gazed on his cap
tive in utter emaZement; such soul,
such self-saerifice was absolutely be-
yond his comprehension.
'iBe a martyr, thenD' he said, with
q grim, hOarse laugh, "a few months
will wonderfully aletr your tone"
"Never," replied Cavarra steadily,
and in his eye there was such look
before which the tyrant quailed. He
turned and left the dungeon. It was
years before that iron door opened to
the brave boy.
ALI search after Lucia Cavarra fail
ed. Earnest Won Valdenstein was
baffled entirely by wOman's wit. Luz
cia never left the town. but some
how it got about in the neighbOrhOod
that the two Cavarra had fallen into
Austrian notice, and fled secretly.
Then as time went on people
thought they were dead, or at least
utterly vanished, and so they were
forgotten. None guessed that the
one lay hidden in dungeon, and the
other in a convent, disguised under
the veil of a S0ur de Charite-both
victims of a bad mans passion and
revenge.
Lucia sat by a window, bending
over some fine embroidery for the al
tar. Look on the soft outline, the
sweet mouth and patient brow, would
YOU recognize the proud, bright, brill
liant Lucia Cavarra in this gentle,
chastened woman Seven years she
had sought ever means to rescue her
brother, refusing to believe in his
death, till failure after failure crushed
hope in his release, and the poor heart
was almost broken. Then in its sOr-
SOW the beauties of religion found
their way into the once proud nature,
and as the years passed by patient
resignation had taken the place of
agonized hope and schemes of ven
geanee. No vows bound her to the
sisterhoOd, but by the leave of her
aunt-the superior-she wore the hab-
it which 80 well had sheltered her,
and in her gratitude did all the work
she could within the walls.
'rYou mean, Madre Dolce, that our
Italian standard is raised in IOmbar-
dy," and her brow flushed.
"Yes, know"
"And our army is in want of nurs-
es," continued the superior. Some
of our Sisters are going at once. All,
you start, Lueia-yonr eyes bright
| en-
az will go too-oh, please let me go,
Madre". The hands were. .clasped pas
sioately-the old strong, energetic,
active nature arose at once to new
Lie, but life now rightly directed. 81
am more fitted for such work than
this" said she, throwing down the
embroidery. "Let me in."
"Go, and God be with thee, my
daughter" said Teresa BagnOlO, kiss
ing her tenderly. "Go, and carry
consolation amongst the ounded
and dying.n
A desperate battle had been fought,
and the bright southern moon fell on
a CHASTITY scene of blood and carnage;
of dead and dying and wounded
beaten Austrian and victorious Ital-
ian, equal here at least. a fearful
sight, but it does not appal those true,
brave women, who, accompanying
the searching parties, are seeking those
in whom life is still left. One espe-
cially, a tall, slight woman, whose
veil is drawn close, seems incapable
of WEAKNESS, but returns again and
again, binding up wounds. admins
tering restoratives, and helping to
convey the sufferers into camp.
Now she moves forward in advance
of the little troop to whom she is at
Il tached, and the moonlight falls full
on that pitying face as she bends over
the corpses which lie thiekly around.
"Dead-dead," she murmured, and
for a moment the bold spirit sickened
at the carnage" Ho! what is that?'
A groan close by, then silence; she
listened intently till another groan
guided her, and then searching care
fullys she found the wounded man, an
Austrian, whose rich uniform showed
him to be of mark, but his face was
so disfigured that perhaps his own
mother would have failed to recognize
him. Lucia knelt down and lifted
the sufferers, head so as as TO force
some of the brandy which sile carried
4 between his lips, while scarcely rais-
ing her voice in the clear air, she
called her troop.
"Ola here is one living STILL"
"Who are you a.? am dying" The
voice was very feeble, the accent
husky, the speech Austrian; but
through it all something made Lucia
start and tremble. ''Let me die-on-
ly more brandy-who are you-and-
those men ?" The heavy, glazing
eyes stared up at the soldiers now
round them. Their commander said,
'She is a Sister of Charity; we are
: going to take you into camp to be
looked after"
The Austrian tried to lift himself,
: but fell back against Lucia.
= 'FOr PHYS sake let me die here.
My wounds are mortal-only l must
T first undo-Oh, how can l die with
: out her pardon ~
: fHe wanders," said one.
! HHush ~ said Lucia, sternly; "Ee
J is dying. Whose pardon ?" she asked,
bending over him. "Who are you ,"
: "I am Count Valdenstein. Give
me brandy-ah-good Leave me
) alone, only" the words came slow
t and weak 'iin mercy carry one mes
sage for me-"
: ITO whom 81 she said, still forcibly
! controlling herself.
: "To her-to Lucia Cavarra."
For one second that calm face was
e upIifted with a look those around nev-
er forgot. Then she said, quietly
a ''It is Lucia Cavarra who supports