The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1872-09-13

myself much longer, if the Prince
continues to be so rude there will
be an affray and a scandal, for her
name will be dragged into public
gossip. Had l not better leave
Rome, and SO relieve her from anx-
iety?"
lay awake all night revolving
this sacrifice, and fell asleep in the
early morning, having resolved upon
it. There was train at midnight
by the way of Civita Vecchia-I
would take that, and put the Allan
tic, as soon as might be, between me
and my hopeless love.
Zone last glimpse" " I said, "is all
I ask. I cannot even trust myself
to a farewell. Mrs. Townsend told
me they were going to concert at
the Barberini palace this evening. I
am not asked there, but 1 will go to
the Golden, about the time they will
return, and catch, unseen, a look at
her as she descends from the car
riage.
The Palazza Goldona is one of the
smallest of it's rank, and has not even
a courtyard. It is situated on a
side street that runs at right angles
with the Cors). Up and down this
narrow street l paced between ten
and one o'clock that night. Once
or twice I fancied that another cloak
ed figure was engaged on the same
errand; as once or twice before, when
watching for light In Miss Won
.i | I oil 1oI
1 was not alone. At last the ap-
proach of wheels was heard, and 1
had Just time to conceal myself be-
hind one of the huge columns that
fanked the portal, when the coach
came rattling up. In another mo-
ment Mrs. Townsend, followed by
Miss Vonberg, had descended; the
great entrance swung wide open,
and the elderly lady disappeared I'M
der the glowing archway. But her
companion paused for moment and
looked up and down the street as if
expecting some one. Has the Prince
promised to follow them home Or
had he been prevented from attend
ing the concert and did she hope
that, even at this late hour, he would
pay her a visit As she stood there,
her rounded white shoulders gleam-
ed like Parian marble in the door
way never had she looked more
dazzling beautiful.
A Jealous pang shot through me
It was only for moment, however,
that she waited. After a hasty
glance up and down the street, and
an instant of eager listening, she
turned and entered the portal, the
carriage, meantime, driving rapidly
away. AS she went in, l stepped
noiselessly forward, my eyes hungry
to follow her till she disappeared en-
tirely. I was 50 absorbed that I did
not observe another cloaked figure
which had been concealed Oh the Op-
posite side of the portal, and which
sprang lightly forth after me. All
l noticed was that Miss Yonberg
suddenly turned, as if detec ing foot
steps behind her. To escape re-
cogniiion, I darted to one side,
throwing the cloak over my face. A
dagger that would have pene rated
my heart if it had gone where it was
intended, struck me on the shoulder
blade and glanced of but it was
driven with such force, that coming
unexpectedly as it did, it prOstrated
me prone on my face.
A piercing shrek cut the sill
night air, there was a rush of wo-
mans garments, and Miss Vonberg
was kneeling beside me, endeavoring
to lift me up.
"He is murdered ! she cried; and
never shall forget the agony of that
voice. "The Prince has done it. 1"
Then in o whisper, as her arms
clasped me frantically, cob my
love"
Could believe my ears Was it
me she called by that endearipg epi
thet? For a mOment l remained
passive in the dear arms that enCir-
cled me, till hearing the footsteps of
the porter and Mrs. Townsend, 1
was compelled to rise.
"I am not hurt, darling" I said; !;
q I was only stunned for a moment" ]"
"Thank God l' she cried, with a
long, eager look. Then she started
back, the color deluging her face,
her hands went up to hide it, and
she burst into tears.
Nv arms were around her imme-
diately, in spite of the spectators.
"You knew me-" 1 cried "yOu re-
turn my love-oh! merciiul father
what happiness"
She looked at me timidly.
20 Yes, I knew you" she replied
softly. "I have seen you watching
my window some nights. l wanted
to warn you against the Prince, but
I never had a chance. L knew your
life was in danger" and she
broke down again.
The next morning found me an
early visitor at the Palazza GoldOna,
for, as the reader may suppose, 1
did not leave Rome by the midnight
train. My mistress met me, all
smiles and bushes.
&" In love with Prince BOrgia," she
cried Indignantly, when confessed
my jealousy. 4" I am too thoroughly
an American ever to have married
any foreigner, least of all Prince
Borgia. For weeks have done every
thing short of rudeness to get rid OF
him. His mother, before he came
to Rome, was very kind to me, and
I could not, for her sake, treat him
J as I otherwise should. Ever since
that day on the Campagna, or rath-
: er the day after, when I saw his
: manner toward you, I have dreaded
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