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cadenza that Giulio now first surm1sed
what might be the nature of her feelings
towards him. This was the song:
oh, sue not though for fortunes dover
WIN lordiy pomp to gid thy fate
Nor ask OF cold, ambitious power
10 crown thee with a naughty state,
Seek not for conquest to entwine
EnsanguIned laurels 10 the hair
But listen to this lay of mine.
This orison, this ardent prayer
OF "loye me. love mel"
Oh, if the noontide of thy heart
With sorrow were o'ercast,
If grief had done its deadliest part
Till JOY were of the past,
How gently mid such gloom would fall
The brilliancy of hopes Joy shine,
When thought on thought would still recall
When first fond lips were pressed to thine,
WITH love me. love me!''
The song had ceased. 1t was simple
melody. but there was a startling express
sion OF earnestness in 1t which struck to
Glulia's heart. Eor brief space he sat
IN silence, and then thus spoke to the
beautiful cantatr;ce:
Lay aside the mandarin, dear Beat
rice, and let US talk. You have never
inquired who or what am. I consider
you as my sister, and it is not we'll that
you should be in ignorance OF this"
" Nay said Beatrice, with smile and
blush, L will not own you as brother.
and l will have no unravelling of myster-
les. Let me sing this barcarole."
Beatrice said he, with a grave air
and earnest tone that suddenly chilled
her mlrth; Beatrice, this is the time. for
your sake as for my own, to have the
mystery unraveled, if it be worth the
name OF mystery. am not quite what
appear; IN word, an of the royal
house OF Spain; my mother was the
daughter of a noble OF Almaine my father
the Emperor Charles. To avoid mar
rlage OF his choice, heart and hand being
pilgntcd to ladylove Of my own, I fled
from Spain and became pupil of your
fathers as much from love of tue art as
to give my leisure pleasant occupation y
But he spoke to ears which heard him
not, for ere ne had concluded Beatrice
was in a swoon. She was speedily recov-
ere and thus earnestly spoke to him:
II did not know could not-that we
had prince beneath our humble roof:
Dut whatever you are you must quit
Venice. 1t was but yestcrnight l heard
at the riddotto at Signor Barberigo's that
the Provveditori had an order to arrest
Spanish prince who was disguised and
concealed in Venice, l heard it by the
merest chance, as stood near two nobili
who were talking together, and that the
arrest was to be made to- morrow You
must fly, signor; it neither suits your
safety nor your honor that you remain
here. Venice wars with the Emperor
Charles; my father, the most honorcd
citizen of Venice, has been distinguished
by the emperor, and the suspicion of hav-
ing Willingly harbored you would only
be equaled by the misery of your capture
herc.'
Giulio, or, as he should rather be called
Prince Anthony Of Leon, seemed aston
ished at this intelligence.
And whittier can tiy!' demanded he.
seeking counse! in this hour of peril from
Beatrice.
"You named-you spoke of--you have
one to whom your faith is plightea; she
must i'll deserve it # she will not shelter
you;
You speak wisely, Beatrice" said the
price; 'it is the s.augther of Sforza,
Duke Of Milan, and with him, albeit he
is but a cold friend of my house, nor has
he much cause to be otherwise, I shalt
find safety. And you Beatrice?
"Of me-nothing- not word now,
not thought hereafter. Here" added
she, tearing off a necklace, here if you
want tho u-h, II, Ia
Milan. take this; have no more need of
costly ornament"
This offer was declined, for the prince
had Jewels with him more than sufficient
to pay all charges. He saw the urgent
necessity Of speedy flight, pennad hastv
billet OF leave and gratitude to Titan, and
then returned to greet Beatrice with a
farewell He did not mark that her lips
ware as pale as death and her eyes glazed, !,
and her check and brow as stoned.
Her handascarcely trembcd when be press
ed it, and, gently as one would embrace a
sleeping child, he kissed her fair, cold
brow. He was gone!
And with him went the terrible deter
mination-which in this wreck of her
hearts hopes had nervcd her to act this
dreadful part-to simulate indifference
while amid despair she felt the immortal
lty Of love. She never moved nor spoke
and when at eve her father returned he
found her statue-like. For weeks sne Law
helpless as an infant, and at last she died
Her heart was broken. She died, and
with her diea her fathers hopes and pride.
Within month after Giulio's departure
she had ceased to be. Hencetorth-and
be lived to extreme old age Titan 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 IS presumed that he es-
capped. But whether he reached his lad
love, wActher he married her, and wheth-
er IN after life, ne ever paused to think
upon Beatrice, is unknown; but he was
kind and gentle, so it is impossible that
he could have readily forgotten one SO
beautiful, so gentle as her.
There is no more to add. This is the
whole story, SO far as it can now be
known, of Titian's Daughter
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