The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1878-08-29

whenever lnt Duhc VI DdNOl hahAtu W
send any one on n confidential mission
lie invariably selected the Marchese.
The latter was, half an hour later, at
the palace. Charles Emmanuel cOmmu-
nicated everything TO him. In conclu-
sion the Duke said:
"Tressini, ferret out the perpetrators
of this outrage, and | shall give you the
finest estate own"
The Marchese promised to do his best.
For two days all the efforts he made to
discover a clew as to the men that had
carried off and ravished the young
DuchessAngelia remainedunsuccessful.
In the afternoon of the third day he
reappeared before the Duke, who had
just returned from the funeral of his
poor sister, which he had attended as the
only mourner.
"Any news ?" asked Charles Emman-
uel eagerly.
II know who did it," replied the
Marchese. Your Highness, few
days ago rode once more along the
Astorga road, near the point where our
lamented young Duchess, according to
what she told you, reawoke to con-
sciousness on that terrible night. Sud-
denly was met by young man gallop-
ing up the road. 1t was Signor Cabe-
dino, one of the five young Venetians
that recently arrived in this city.
Upon catching sight of me he was
visibly frightened. Suddenly it occur
red to me that he might be one of the
guilty parties. So ordered him to stop.
lie accelerated the speed of his horse.
| fired my pistol at him and wounded
him in the shoulder. He fell to the
ground. Hurrying up to him | leaped
from the saddle, DO not kill me- he
said, imploringly, 'and will confess
everything And then he told me that
he and his four friends from Venice,
after drinking a great deal of wine, had
conceived the idea of carrying off the
Duchess Angelina, whose charms had
excited their desires. A faithless foot
man of your Highness was bribed into
betraying to them how they might easily
gain access to the bed chamber of your
noble sister. They entered it, drugged
her, and carried her on horseback TO
deserted villa near Castle Teverini.
After perpetrating their horrible out
RACES upon the ill-fated lady there, they
left her in her night dress in the road
near the villa.
"And these scoundrels are scions of
the noblest houses of Venice !" exclaim-
ed the Duke, bitterly.
"Their names are Antonio Ballerio,
Bernardino Zefarri, Francesca Varone,
Marco Odone, and Sergio Allogrotti.
AllOgcOtti is the one | shot"
"Where is hep" asked the Duke.
81 left him at peasants house near
where l caught him, your Highuess."
"Set us ride thither. Tressini."
An hour later they arrived at the
PEASANTS house, where the young Ven
etian was lying on couch writhing
and groaning with pain.
"What footman OF mine was bribed
by your" demanded the Duke.
''Tommaso Algi," replied the Vene-
tian.
The Duke drew his pistol and shot
Allogrotti through the heart. He then
ordered the peasant to bury the corpse
in some lonely spot.
Returning to Turin Charles Emman-
uel summoned the four Venetians to his
presence.
"Signori," he said to them, seeming
ly in careless tone. 81 have to show
you a small but very curious room in
this palace?"
Leading the way he conducted them
TO a sCrt of niche in the very thick,
solid wall of an apartment in the base
ment of the building.
AS soon as the four young men had
stepped, not without serious misgivings,
into the niche, the Duke said to them
in a terrible voice:
" DO you know why showed you
this niche? You are to be immured
here, murderers of my sister!"
They tried to rush out, but drawing
his sword he drove them back. and
closed the niche with large board.
Then two masons made their appear
ance. They carried bricks and mortar,
and quickly walled up the niche.
The four victims were buried alive!
Their fate remained profound secret
for forty years, when their skeletons
were accidentally discovered. Their
families had made the most desperate
efforts to ascertain what had become Of
them, but all to no purpose.
Tomasso Algi, the Dukes faithless
footman, was slowly and barbarously
tortured to death. His eyes were dug
out of their sockets and then he was
burned over slow fire. His execution
lasted three quarters of an hour.
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