Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-07-19

"Been i'm the Tower of Arceni with q
handsome American !" he said, frown-
ing again.
"Well? did not know he was there" !"
"And he is going to paint your por-
trait, and you will have to 20 and see
him dozen times before that is finis-
he'd. You have asked him to visit you,
and when you went away you allowed
him 10 kiss your hand! You will love
that young American in less than a
week,'
You have been acting the spy, Vito
rio! Begone! L love the young Amer
lean already, and-and-hate you"
Her eyes scintillated with passion,
her dainty hands came together emphat-
ically.
'You promised to marry me long
ago, and you shall keep your word! AT
least you shall never marry himr"
"I do not know that he wishes me to
marry him-perhaps, even, he is already
married. Yet 1 love him, and will mar
~ him if he should ask me-"
"If you persist in visiting him, you
had both better beware"
With these words the young Corsican
strode away toward the sea, while Van
nina entered the dwelling.
In the meantime Nolan Gordon re-
opened his sketch-book, and attempted
to resume the work which had been in
terrupted by the entrance of the Corsi-
can beauty, but he found it very diff
cult to confine his mind to his subject,
and at last closed the book in disgust.
"Such faces as that of Vannina Pr
nell would soon deprive me of my ad-
miration of landscape beautiesv he
muttered. "How passionate and i'm
pulsive these Corsicans are! If read
her countenance Alright she is in love
with me now. 1t would not be such an
unpleasant fate to be the husband of
this fair Vannina, and-but l must see
more of her before indulge in school
DOy lONe-ureaIns.
He seized his sketch-book, donned his
hat, and descended from the tower and
made his way to Benito, where at that
time he made his stopping place.
The following day found him at the
ruined tower, which he had converted
into an embryo studio. To his surprise
he found Vannina Pinelli already pres
ent, her mandile thrown back, her
round, white arms bare, and her face
brilliant in its rich beauty.
"You were not so impatient as l.,
siore," she said.
"The later begin my work the later
it will be before can complete it. You
see am in no haste to end the pleasures
of your society,"" he responded.
The girls face grew bright with inn
pulsive happiness.
''He will love me-" was what she
kept repeating in her mind, while he
displayed the canvas which he had pre-
pared expressly for her portrait.
He instructed her as to the position
she was TO assume, and arranged her
meanwhile with his own hands. His
back was towards the entrance of the
apartment, and he did not see the dark,
menacing face which peered in upon
the scene. The face was that of Vittorio
Paoli, the Corsican lover Of Vannina.
For a minute he glared upon the un-
conscious object of his rage, and then
with an oath, he sprang forward and
ealt the young American blow upon
the head with his clenched fist, Telling
him to the floor insensible. With a
scream Of terror, Vannina attempted to
escape from the apartment, but before
she could do so the Corsican seized her
light form in his giant grasp, and bore
her down from the tower and toward
the wave-washed beach. He placed his
hand upon her mouth to prevent her
uttering any outcry, and bore her along
the beach until he reached point hid
den from the land by high precipirous
bluffs. Here he placed her upon her
feet and released his hold upon her
mouth.
"You did not heed the warning which
1 gave you yesterday, and now you shall
suffer the consequences!H he Missed,
fixing his snaky orbs upon those of his
captive.
"You are spy-a contemplate cow
ard!" vannina reiterated, meeting his
gaze unflinchingly.
fsBe sparing OF your epithets, fair
one. l have borne you hithcr to force
you to promise-nay, you have prom
ised already-swear to wed me, and no
other! You have confessed that you
love that young American, and l know
by his every action that he loves you in
return. Marry him you never shall !!
Now swear, by all your hopes Of salya-
ton, to become my bride, or you shall
suffer the most horrible of deaths :"
Vannina's dark face blancbed, but
the resolute look did not leave her eyes.
81 hate you, Vittorio Paoli; and l
will die a thousand deaths rather than
wed you; she cried, her clear tones ris-
ing above the swash of the waves at
their feet.
He saw that naught that he could say
or do would alter her determination.
"Then you have chosen your fate,
and when it is too late you will regret
your decision"'
As he spoke, the Corsican once more
raised the girl in his arms and bore
her along the beach for a considerable
distance, at last reaching the mouth Of
a cavern which extended beneath the
cliff, and which was nearly concealed
by huge bowlder poised upon end.
Once more releasing his captive, the
Corsican said.
"a few days ago as 1 was passing
over this spot espied the opening of