Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1885-05-13

AfbI9 luiE was toiNrNi HtIh a N"1f'i4''S ,
b.8e; the stalactite walls Of tne cavern,
the deep water that TefiRcted then,
esen the silver cIests of the dancing
waves that scarcely disturbed the calm
surface, seemed tinted with the azure
radienCc.
cat last what, Venetia?" inquired
her companion, as he secuted the oars
and allowed the little boat 10 drift AIM
isssly about.
"Out OF the glaring sunlight, scorch-
ing aud red, the eternal blueneSS OF the
heavens. the white, binding waves.
All it is so much relief 10 be here with
the cool. refreshing breeze. Can't you
appreciate your surroundings Bertor'
she asked. leaning forward and peering
eagerly into his face. These long, sen
Emental speeches were a pecuiiarity OF
Ter OWE.
"Whatl you an Italian, and declaim-
ing against the characteristic beauties
Of your native land; you should be
ashamed to own ii, Venetial But con-
fess / am glad 10 leave the heat and
glare. 10 escape to this terrestrial Para
disc. alone with NatuTe-and you" "
be answered with light langh.
The girl laughed neTvOusly. and said,
with a sigh: "lf I could beliye you; you
speak this way to me nOw and an hour
hence YOU Will say something as sweet
10 LADY Maud BOrie. All, Gilbert, you
tribe with me; accuse ne of not being
an Italian, say that my SoiOUrn in Eng
land has cooled my fiery nature and
made NE sbeptic, but you shall learn
differently some day.
Her voice was low and musical, and
though strongly accented, her English
was wonderfully correct. Her dark
ewes looked earnestly into the young
mans smiling and seemlngingly mock
ing cOuuteuauce as he asked:
''Is that a threat, ma chere? Vene-
TIA darling, why viii you not trust me?
You know I love none but yOu.n
Il DO not or shall not. Your very
words aIe careless, the idle coinage of a
still more Idle brain. If l were proud,
] would have refused coming to Capri
with you, but my pride has gone,
sou have now another victim. Gilbert
DuUieu, and now you may eNult over
your latest achievement. At times !
hate You. do uOw." She was white
and trembling with the passion that
swept through her soul, and throwing
herself back u the beat buried her face
ON her arms.
A sueer Curled DOrTien's lips, but
kindness beamed from his eyes. What
was her seutImeut-guSh, he called it
20 hlm5 He had panied her 10y his IN
difference, and she loved him.
Beloved; put thy faith in what l
SAY. I love you f0ndly, truly; my first
and only love" he entreaUed, bending
forward and taking her hand IN his.
w Iy is ID I am . weakI l dis
trust you always; and yet at the
slightest eudeaTment from you yield.
If you fail me. CaTissimO, my life will
be dark indeed - she said, smoothing
the golden rings Of sIlken hair from his
white forehead. Then she added sud
denly. "It Is getting late, and II Will be
DARK when We reach the city, BeTtO.'
Her lips trembled jOyOUsly, but the
tears sloUe Iu her eyes. Ii was strange
that she could not believe in him. lie
was an oUq, rich and talented, and
al his posses lus had been laid at her
feet Tor love ,1 poor Venetia Savelii,
who could IN y boast a beautiful face.
''Au TevOir, ny Venetian beauty.
viii call this eyning after the entertain
meut on the PalaZzO, when We will SEE
the bay Uy moonlight alone, }" DOTriem
said with a light caress, as he left lei
at the door of her fathers villa.
'BeTt0, BertO, is it true that with
your careless, almost baltering words
OF affection, you love the Italian who so
devOtedly loves you, or is it in my mad
ness L OYerstep all the pride | once
bOasted Of and accept the iattery of
this young Englishmanr'' Venetia mur
INJURED as she watched DOrrien's slight
form pass out of sight.
''SignOrita, letter for you. II came
a short while ago. whispered Alessan-
drO, the house servant, creeping
stealtbily 10 her side.
"Alessl how you startled mel You
VIII Xii me yet, OF frighten some one
else to death. One never knows you
Are about till one hears you," she ex-
claimed in Italian, taking the letter.
The old man cTept away as softly as
he came muttering something about her
''cold English ways"
Prom Milan" she said, glancing at
the posJmark, then hastily opening the
episi.e, she read:
Miss SAYELLE l hear that Gilbert
DOTieG is troubling you with his atten-
tons. They may be acceptable TO Won
OF they may not, but l beg to inform !
YOU that whether Indifferent or not, YOU
are not aJ liberty to receive any hatter-
ing devotion. As he is my husband,
yog VIII Oblige my by refusing to see
him after my information.
JUDITH DoRRIEN. "
Not a word escaped Venetia's pale
lips; her face was frozen in its naughty
contour; in one hand she clenched the
letter, the other was thrown over her
dark head.
"My loyerl' she Missed through her
closed teeth. "Where was my pride !
when 1 listened to his servile tiattery? |
Ny pride! All, heavens, it Is humbIed |
I'm the dust now, for lOve-I love him !
still" With a deep grOan she fell to |
the ground beneath the orange trees in !
a deep swOon,
How long she lay there she knew not. !
but when her wandering senses returned |
night lay over Naples; the stars were .
passing over the heavens in bright ar
ray, while through the dark branches of
the orange grove fell the mellow moon
beams. A cool breeze caressed her fore
head, and, trying TO rise from her un-
easy posture, Eenetia found Eerself
ClasTed in a strong pair of arms.
Where am I2' she whispered.
''Here, where you shall always be
helcel0Tlh, in the arms of your BertO,n
answered Dorrieu gently. But, throw
ing OF his arms, she sprang to her feet,
lightning flashing from her eyes.
AWAY keep your arms and soft
words for their rightful owner, your
wife, Gilbert DJTrien. How dare you.
how dared y0u avail yourself of your
treacherous beauty, and betray a girls
c0nddmg Lowell Oh, was there ever such
heartleSs crueItyi"
My wife-betrayr' exclaimed Gil
bert 'Fenetia, what do you mean
what has changed my dark-eyed % zelle
ID this passionate furious wOman2''