The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1873-04-15

/ 'ug with his finely chiseled lips
II. al, 1,remember if you refuse to become
the Queen of the mountains, Bernardo
dies. And as my brio promise you
happiness-happinesS which with Bern
ardo you would never know"
Isadore Giovanni did not reply, and
turning on his heel, as he uttered the
word, "Remember," the brigand chief
left the moonlit spot.
81 will meet him here tomorrow
night" muttered the girl while she
watched the dark faced man disappear
among the trees. "Berrardo shall not
die; l love him too well to give him up
and the bride of Rupertino ] will nev-
ter, never become"
Then how was Bernardo the chival-
rous and handsome Bernardo-to es-
cape with his precious hfeP Isadore
has said that he should not die, yet she
would not become the Red Kings bride.
Suddenly, at length, she turned from
the spot, and few moments later she
flung the story of her. sorrow into her
sisters ears.
"Isadore," said fearful Bertino, ssun-
less you become his bride you cannot
save Bernardo"
II can, will" cried our heroine,
with brave determination. "Sister will
you aid me?" -
81 will, dearest Isadore," and Bertino
flung her arms around her sisters neck.
What would you do, sister, Unfold
your plans, and we will work together
like one SOUL
Tenderly, lovingly, Isadore Kissed
Bertino, and for many minutes the sis
ters stood by the window, conversing
in low but determined tones.
Bernardo, the kidnapped lover, should
not die!
"By my soul! what have we here p
Two harpers, as live! and the prettiest
little fellows l ever saw. What, ho!-
Ruperto, come and see our prize. By
the virgin they shall make us happy
while our king is away.
Thus spoke tall brigand who had
just intercepted train of harpers
among the mountains, the day succeed
! ing the scene recorded above.
The faces of the wandering musicians
we're very beautiful, and their gaudy
clothes fitted them to nicely, and gave
them a romantic appearance.
"What! ho! Rdperto, say" called
the brigand in louder and impatient
voice. .Here's something worth look
ing at, and-what! here at last.
The robbers companion laughed
right heartily when he saw the two
harpers, and when be familiarly touch
ed, one under the chin, blush stole
over the pretty face.
'Do see the little fellow, Tortiono!n
he cried eThe bushes steal over his
face as if he were girl! By heavens,
he'd make a fair girl, wouldn't he? Say,
boy, why don't you don a dress, and
have an amour with bdr kine1"
This question failed to elicit any re-
ply from thsAarpers, but the white fin
gers stole to 9bas cords and several bars
of bewitching mnsic scared above the
crags, and ldss themselves iii the sum-
mer clouds a3oSe
"Reserve Your music till we reach the
palace said onesof the brigands, gent,
ly removing the hand from the strings.
''The king is absent, but you shall play
for us until he returns. You will go ?
we'll have wine, and, by Jove! with such
music as yours, we'll dance the merry
hours away"
The golden haired harpcts nodded as
sent, and followed the two brigands
down the dark de6!e.
Presently the robbers turned 10 the
right, and the mouth of the cave burst
upon their vision.
"Here's the Red Kings home," said
one, turning to the harpers, land mind,
you fellows, if you ever tell a soul that