The Morning herald., 1877-02-19
CORD ANDNCRsRBRl.
CHAPTER XXI.
pxoLo LANGHETrI.

. elms~ lnass ID an, and Mrs. Thornton. His journey
usst y sRrsndon village had been without re-
. y. He knew not what to do. The in
ni!. Ill.,. ~ which he made every where turned
~. lut',u useless. Finally Thornton informed
9?' ;a, haiti that It was utterly hopeless, at period
plL Ians ' otter the event, to attempt to do
% . ..s;1s lSus whatever. Enough had been
;nr.AaS ilr. lanp ago. Now nothing more could
Ts,Ssd RaMsd. but not daunted, Despard fell
..oI J for the present from his purpose, yet
':I1 .:1i cherished ~ it and wrote to different
W.. ..srs . for information. Meantime he
f.d'tc ~ W return to his life at Hobby, and
Mrs. Thornton was still ready to assist
W., g. the time went on, and the weeks
,,.s.d, NJ till one day in March Despard
vent up as usual.
Or On r entering the parlor he heard voices,
md sav stranger. Mr.. Thornton greet
s 81 him as usual and sat down smiling.
n The STRANGER rose, and hs and Despard
looked u one another.
'' 4. WAS of medium size and slight in
ss,n His brow was very broad and high
w. hair was black, and clustered in curls
n,sr n his head. His eyes were large and
s.smd S. TO possess an unfathomable depth
rhieb seemed to give certain undefina-
bs md mystic meaning-liquid eyes, yet
rhere all the soul seemed to live and
,sox itself-bcnignant in their glance, yet
joA,. like the eyes of a being from some
superior sphere. His face was thin and
sb,yen close, his lips also were thin with
4 perpetual smile of marvellous sweet
uess and gentleress lowering about them.
twas such a face as artists love to give
10 the APOSTLE John-the sublime, the
divine, the loving, the inspired.
"You do not know him." said Mrs.
Thornton. ut is Paolow
kaDespard at once advanced and greeted
him with the warmest cordially.
II was onlya little fellow when l saw
YOU last, and you have changed somewhat
since then," said Despard. "But when did
you arrive? l knew that you were ex-
pected in England, but was not sure that
you would come here"
"What "Teresuola mia," said Ian
ghetti, with afond smile at his sister. "Were
you really not sure, 'sorellina,' that |
would come to see you fr>tofall? Infdelv
and he shook his head at her, playfully.
A long conversation followed, chiefly
about Langhetti's plans. He was going
to engagea place in London for his opera
but wished first to secure a singer. Oh, il
he only could find Bice-his Bicinia, the
diviuest voice that mortal ever heard.
Despard and Mrs. Thornton exchanged
glances, and at last Despard told him that
there was person Of the same name
at Brandon Hall. She was living in Sc
clRsion 80 strict that it seemed confne-
ment, and there was mystery about her
situation which he had tried without sue
cess to fathom.
Langhetti listened with painful sur.
prise that seemed like positive anguish.
Then | must 90 myself-oh, my Bici-
MIA, to what anguish have you come. But
DO you say that you have been there?"
"Yes."
"No."
"Why not"
because know the man to be villain
indescribabIe."
, Langhetti thought for moment, and
then said:
=, "rrue, he is all that, and perhaps more
than you imagine"
have done the utmost that can be
done" said Despard.
Perhaps so; still each one wishes to try
1or himself, and though / can scarce hope
70 70 oe more successful than you, yet mus
n. n oniy ior my own peace of mind. Oh
Dlclna cara! to think Of her sweet and gentle
nature being subject to such tcrmeSts a.
'nose ruftans can infict!
You DO not know ..how it u.s." said he
at last, very solemnly; "but there arr
reasons n: OF transcendent Importance VIII,
nlce ',.: should be rescued. | hope, if daret
mention mention what | hope, he cried, will
piercing emphasis, and in a tone tha
lnrilled through Despard, to whom h,
spoke, you would make it the aim O
your life to save her."
II do not understand" said Despard i,
astonshment. -
mo, no." murmured Lanshetti, "yo,
10 not; nor dare explain what 1 mean. |
nas been in my thoughts for years. 1
Va was hrSt broug ht to my mind in Hon,
hong, when she was there. Oplv on
person ,'9,' besides Potts can ;lonly one.
"Who," cried Despard, ,.eageriv.
Compton,"
i, Yes. Perhaps she is dead. Alas, i
sue Is; Yet could l but see that woman
d: would tear the truth from her if per