The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1878-05-24

was from the flush OF her cheek and the
tenderness of her tone IS she closed the
cadsuza that Giulio now first surmised
what might be the nature of her feelings
towards him. This was the song:
on. sae not though for tsssane's dover
XEttn Iordiv pomp to gii3 thv tate
Nor ass Of cold, fabttiosS power,
To crown thee with naughty state
seek not for conquest tosntxins
Fnsauauined laureis n he hair
But listen 10 this lay OF nine.
Ehis orfson. this arden pfayer
of " love me, love
Oti, # tue noouilde o. thF heart
with s0rTow we've 0 eeicssa
II grief had done its deasllest glsrt
Iiil joy we're of tbe pas
How gently mid such stoo1a would fssil
The bTiplancy OF hope sioJ-shiue
When thought on thoH ut would stu recall
When hrst fond lips Weif pressed to thine
With "loye me, love ne
The song had ceased twas a simple mel.
ody, but there was startling expression
of earnestness in it which struck to
Giulio's heart. For abrief space he sat
in silence, ahd then ems spoke 10 the
beautiful cantatriee:
e" Lay aside the mfalarin, dear Beat,
rice, and let US q soarhaye never
inquired who or whse am. / consider
you as my sister, and lis not we'll that
you should be in ignoralce of this
Nay" said Beatrice, with smile
and blush, G viii not own you as Il
brother, and | viii have no unraveling
of mysteries. Let me sing this barca-
role"
." Beatrice, said he, with a grave air
and earnest tone that suddenly chilled
her mirth Beatrice, this Is the time,
for your sake as for my own, tO have the
mystery uDrayelled, if 1t lie worth the
name OF mystery. | am not quite what
l appear in a word, am of the royal
house Of Spain; my mother vas the
daughter of noble of AlmaiSe; my
father IS the Emperor Charlie. To
avoid q marriage of his choice, heart and
hand being plighted to lady-love of my
own. | fed from spain and became a
pupil of your fathers, as much from love
OF the art as to give my leisure pleasant
occupation
But he spoke 10 ears which heard him
not, for ere he had contuded Beatrice
was in swoon. She wasspeediIy recov-
cred and thus earnestly spike to him
" did not know culd not--that
we had a prince beneath or humble roof;
but whatever you are you must quit
Venice. Il was but yestGnight / heard
at the ridetto at Signor Brberigo'z that
the pYorcditori had an oher TO arrest
Spanish prince who was disguised and
in Venice. Heard il by the
merest chance, as | stoodnear two a0bib
who were talking togethe, and that the
arrest was TO be made tomorrow. You
must by ,signor; it neitherMits your safety
nor your honor that vol remain here.
Venice wars with the Emperor Charles
my father, the most honued citizen Of
Venice, has been distinguished by the
and the suspicion Of having
harbored you would only be
equaled by the misery OF your capture
here"
S,iulio, or. a. Av shsnld rather be
called, Prince Anthonyoi Leon, seemed
at this intelligence.
And whittier can 7 fI?" demanded
ne, seeking counsel in thf hour of peril
from Beatrice.
=" You nsmed-you spoa ot-you have
one 10 whom your faith iplighted she
must i'll deserve it if she rill not shelter
you"
" You SPEAK wisely, Batrice, said the
prince; cit is the daughter Of Sforza,
Duke of Milan, and with him, albeit he
is buta cold friend Of my house, nor has
he much cause TO be Otherwise, ] shall
find safety. And you, Beatrice ?"
cor me-nothing-not a word now
not thought hereafter Here" added
she, tearing off q necklace, here, if you
want the means whenwith to reach
Milan, take this, hayeno more need of
costly ornament"
This offer was declined, for the prince
had Jewels with MIN more than sufficient
to pay all charges. He saw the urgent
necessity OF speedy fight, penned a
hasty billet Of leave aud gratitude to
Titan, and then returned To greet Beat
rice with a farewell Hedid not mark that
her lips were as pale as death and her
eyes glazed, and her cheek and brow as
If astonied. Her hand scarcely trembled
when he pressed it, and, gently rs one
would embrace sleeping child, he kissed
her fair, cold brow. He was gone
And with him went the terrible de,
termination, whichin this wreck of her
hearts hopes had neryed her t. act this
dreadful part, to simulate indifference
while amid despair she felt the iInmor-
tality of love. She never moved nor
spoke, and when at eve her father re-
turned he found her statue like For
weeks she lay helpless ss an infant, and
at last she dicd Herheart was broKen.
She died, and with her died her iathefss
hopes and pride. Within month after
Siulio's departure ,he had ceased to be
Henceiorth, and he lived to extreme old
age-Titisn lived but for his art that
was his wife, daughter, all TO him!
OF the prince we have no further rec
ord. The annals OF Venice record not
his capture, so it may be presumed that
be escaped. But whether he reached hil
lady-love, whethes be married her, and
whether in after life, he ever paused tC
think upon Beatrice, is unknown; buf
he was kind snd gentle, so it is impossi
bic that he could have readily forgotten
one so beautiiui, SO gentle as her.
There il no more to add. This is tn,
whole tory. so far as it can now b
known. OF I itian's Daughter.
Reversed Speech.