Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-03-04

As Maria turned to depart, a young
gOndOlier appeared at the door, and fur
lively approaching her, said, DEAREST
Giannettini rushed forward shouting:
"Out Of this! Out of my house, beggarw
The young man did not stir.
'Have you finished?" he said, i'm a
gOOd-humOred tone. Wherefore these
loud words? Have you never loved, sig
nor? Have you totally forgotten the
feelings of your YOUTH Know you not
that since was ten years old and Maria
five, we have loved each other fOndly?
Will you not then allow us to hallOw
your old age with our grateful blessings,
or must we water your path with our
tears?"
IL don't want to havea parcel of beg
gars for my grandchildren" said Clan
nettini, roughly.
Certainly. you are rich,' replied the
young man; "but what hinders that |
should not become SO too? A stout arm,
a brave heart, an honest soul, will, with
the help of heaven do mnch."
"A FOOLS dream"
NAY" said Anlnnio, lit is sober sense.
Prince Lorenzo de Medici was mer-
chant; Duke GiacomO SfOrZa, a cow
herder."
The man in the corner had hearkened
attentively to this dialogue. He rose,
and touching BarbarigO's shoulder, said:
well spoken, my brave gOndOlierl
Courage brings success, and struggling,
conquest. Maria shall be thy wife"
Never" cried Giannettini.
"Well," said the unknown, turning
disdainfully towards him, "if this youth
could lay down 600 pistols would you OBJ
ject to the marriage?"
BE that as 1t may, you must remem-
Der that he is now little better than
pauper,"
"Pshaw," said the unknown, "babblers
are more tiresOme than thieves. Before
tomorrow you shall handle that sum-
So saying he drew from his pocket
piece of parchment and a crayOn, and
turning towards table, began to rapid
ly sketch mans hand. 1t was represent
ed open, impatient, with followed palm,
as If expecting shower of gold pieces.
1t had, so to speak, a sensual, avariciOus
expression, and one of the fingers was
encircled with massive ring.
"Tis my hand" cried Giannettini.
"And your history" said the artist.
Giving the sketch to Antonio, the au-
thor desired him to carry it to PietrO
BenvOlO, librarian at the palace of st.
Mark, and demand in exchange for it
600 pistOles.
six hundred fools heads" cried the
inn-keeper; Il would not give zecchin
for it.
Without speaking the artist turned
naughty away. al W DDS
The gOndolier took the parchment and
looked with establishment at its guise.
He then turned dOubtfully toward
Maria, but glance from her soft, dark
eyes treasured him, and he set out on
his mission.
With folded arms and moody brow,
the artist commenced pacing up and
down the large room in the hOstelry,
casting at interyales scrutinizing
glance on the young girl, who now
penitent :for-her intended crime. was
silently praying in corner. AS for her
father, he seemed unable to shake off
the strange ascendancy gained over him
by his strange visitor, his habitual
effrOntery failed him, and for the first
time in his life, he dared not break the
silence.
An hour passed. Then hasty, joyous
steps were heard. and Antonio appeared,
bearing in hand bag and letter. The
bag contained 600 pistoles, and the let
ter was addressed to the artist, praying
him to honor the librarian with visit.
take these coins and weigh them,"
said the stranger. as he threw the bag
toward Giannettini.
Antonio BarbarigO stood before his
benefactOr, trembling with joy.
Zone favor more" he said; who are
you.
"What does it matter?"
"What does it matter say you," cried
the gOndOlier. "Much to mel Tell me
your name, signOr, that Imay lOye and
honor it to the last moment of my lifep'
MEN call me Michael Angelow
AS to the crayOn sketch of the miser's
hand, it was taken from Italy by sol
der in NapoleOn's Amy and placed in
the Louvre. During the invasion of
1914 it was unfortunately lost, and, so
far as can be asertained, has never been
recovered. The story of its production,
however, still fingers among the tradi-
tions of Venice.