The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1888-12-28

But his strength was soon unequal 70 his
courage. and he fell completely exhausted
into chair.
Such were tho alternate fits Of furious
madness and of Encouragement, Of excite
ment and weakness which Masaniello was
destined to experience until the fatal NOR
row.
The murderous perfume Of the bouquet
given by Fernandez had deranged his reason.
The state carriage of the Duke Of ARGOS,
a magnificent and heavy vehicle, inclosed on
all sides with plates of Venetian glass fixed
in frames of carved wood ornamented with
gold, drove out toward evening from the
stables of tho Vicaria- The fresh sea breeze
had arisen, and the population began to scat
ter themselves through the various streets,
delighted at quitting their houses, where the
sun had, so to speak, kept them besieged
during the day Masaniello, dressed in a
suit OF clothes made in the French fashion
and of the most incompatible richness and
elegance, occupied the seat Of honor at the
back Of the carriage. On his left was the
viceroy, and opposite him Fernandez. Tho
Count of Spinola was seated opposite the Duke
of ARGOS Officers galloped at the doors of
the magnificent vehicle, while number OF
reiters closed the line of march. The palmy
days Of Spanish tyranny had returned.
In vain, during his progress through the
city, did Masanielo seek among the crowd
for some of the popularity he had enjoyed
only the day before; in vain did he attempt
to gain few cheers by bowling to the few
lazaroni that were grouped along his pas
sage The people remained dumb They
contemplated with uneasy curiosity tho fish
erman of the Mergellina metamorphosed into
| N i1aI
in him their chief, but merely saw in him an
ambitious man to whom his brethren owed
nothing, since he had received from the
| Spaniards the price for which he had sold
| himself.
A silent feeling of rage was boiling in Ma
| saniello's soul when he reached the market
place. He could now hear the cries of men,
ace which rose above the murmurs of the
crowd The most violent of the lazaroni OK
claimed:
"Down with the traitors Down with
Masaniello"
AT this moment he had one of those fits of
irrestrainable and senseless fury produced in
him by the fatal disorder to which his strong
system was now prey. He got out of the
carriage and mounted his horse Then put
ting himself at the head of the Spanish SOL
diers, and advancing with drawn sword into
|
"Who was it cried, Down with Masa-
niellop"
| There was something so menacng and SO
full of despair in his look and attitude that
the crowd were awed. Prolo, however, the
same who had conducted Corcelli and his
brigands TO the faubourg of Loretto, adj
vanced bravely, and replied
at was II"
| Without giving him time to continue, Ma
sanielo seized hold of the fisherman and lift
| ing him up by superhuman effort, carried
him up to the front rank of the Spanish sol
diers and throw him under the horses feet.
| This act of violence excited an immense cry
| of Indignation through the entire market
| place
"Ahl you have not had enough sedition,
| enough murders and combats?" continued
| Masaniello, with menacing gesture. "Fol-
| low me, soldiers Let us charge these
| wretchesp
Speaking thus, he galloped forward, fol-
| lowed by the soldiers of the cavalleria del re.
When this torrent Of men cased in steel and
of horses excited by the spur had swept
across the market place, five or six Neapoli-
tans, killed or wounded, were seen stretched
upon the ground.
They raised up those that still lived. Some
of the horsemen threw them across their
horses necks, and with these funeral trophies
did Masaniello return to the palace. That
same evening, while the young man, a prey
to the working of the poison and worn out by
the emotions of this unfortunate day, was
lying stretched out senseless upon his bed, the
prisoners were hanged by torchlght.
Over the gallows was the following inscrip-
ton:
"Thomas Aniello-condemned by the head
of the people,"
In n moment of hallucination Jeannes
brother had indeed signed this sentence.
The town was stupefed.
The night had scarcely set in when tho
streets were deserted, and q man wrapped in
q cloak glided along the outskirts Of the fau-
bourg Of Loretto. and directed his steps to-
ward a little grove Of fg trees and laurel
roses which stood out a short distance from
him like a somber mass on the transparency
blue sky. Hardly had this mysterious per-
sonage reached the border of the wood before
another individual advanced from the
bushes, and taking of his large slouched
hat, said to him:
'Good evening, monsignore"
"Whatl it is you. ruftian, is it? How could
you have the audacity to Gomez"
"Why should not comes" asked Corcellii
"you sent for me-"
"ADd suppose had you hangedT replied
Juan Fernandez
"What, for carrying OFF Donna IsabellaT
eyes"
'Per Baccoi that piece of work was GER
Jainly lucrative enough to merit hanging, l
must own"
Sand the Abbey of Santa Chiara, which
you pillagedr'
"a peccadillo, monsignore"
"You have come here to make up for the
loss you sustained from the fight Of the be-
loved senorar' =
Precisely so; / have to feed two hundred
strapping fellows, with stomachs Of ostrches,
teeth of iron, and threats of the depth Of
All, it is not all profit in my profession"
"Tell me-" continued Don Juan Fernandez,
"how much do you ask to be present to-mor-
row with your band at the marriage Of Dom
ma Isabella d'Arcos and Monsignore Masa-
nellof'
"What, is Masaniello to be married to
morrow
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