The Morning herald., 1877-03-14
CHAPTER XIII.
LANGHETTI's, s,ArTEMPT.

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Two days after Brandon's visit to Potts,
Langhetti reached the village.
A searching examination in London had
led him to believe that Beatrice might now
be sought for at Brandon Hall. The po-
lice could do nothing for him. He had no
right to her. If she was Of age, she was
her own mistress, and must make applica-
tion herself for her safety and deliverence;
if she was under age, then she must show
that she Was treated with cruelty. None
of these things could be done, and Lah-
ghetti despaired of accomplishing any
thing. - lr"r "'
The idea Of her being once more in the
power of man like Potts was frightful to
him. This idea filled his mind continually
to the exclusion of all other thoughts. His
opera was forgotten. One great horror
stood before him, and all else became OF no
account. The only thing for him to do
was to try to save her. He could find no
way, and therefore determined to 60 and
see Potts himself. ...,. .... Fl.
1t was desperate undertaking. From
Beatrice's descriptions he had an idea of
the life from which she had fled, and other
things had given him true idea Of the
character Of Potts. He knew that there
was scarcely any hope before him. Yet
he went, to satisfy himself by making a
last effort. ....
lie was hardly the man to deal with one
like Potts. Sensitive, high-toned passion
ate, impetuous in his feelings, he could not
command that calmness which was the
first essential in such an interview. Be-
sides, he was broken down by anxiety and
want of sleep. His sorrow for Beatrice
had disturbed all his thoughts. FoodAnd
sleep were alike abominable to him. His
fne-strung nerves and delicate organiza-
iion, in which every feeling had been len-
dered more acute by his mode of life, were
of that kind which could feel intensely
wherever the affections were concerned.
His material frame was too weak for the
presence of such an ardent soul. When
ever any emotion of unusual power appear
ed he sank rapidly.
So now, teverish, emaciated, excited to
an intense degree, he appeared in Brandon
to confront a cool, Unconditional villain,
who scarcely ever lost his presence OF
mind. Such contest could scarcely be an
equal one. What could he bring forward
which could in any way affect such man?
He had some ideas in his own mind which
he imagined might be of service, and trust
ed more to impulse than any thing else.
He went up early in the morning to Bran-
den Hall.
Potts was at homo, aud did not keep
Langhetti long waiting.
There was vast contrast between these
two men-the one corse, fat, vulgar, and
strong the other refined, slender, spirstual
and delicate, with his large eyes burning in
their deep sockets, and a strange mystery
in his face.
Il am Paolo Langhetti," said he abrupt
ly-"the manager Of the Gov ent Garden
Theatre"
"You are, are you?" answered Potts,
rudeIy ''thcn the sooner you get out OF
this the better. The devil himself couldn't
be more impudent. l have just saved my
daughter from your clutches,an Pm going
to pay you off,, too, my fine fellow, before
long"
"Your daughter" said Langhetti.
"What she is, and who she is, you very
we'll know. If the dead could speak they
would tell different story"
To BE CONTINUED.
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