The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-06-10
THE PAINTER OF PARMA
OR.
The Magic Of a Masterpiece
An italian Story OF Love, Mys-
terry and Adventure.
By sYLvANUs COBB. JR.
rCopyrioht 1888 BY Mary J. Codb.l
CHAPTER XII.
THE PLOT THICKENS.

sol my Lowell my loVeI though the whole
vorld should combine its might and power
AGAINST us it shall not put us asunder.
am thine, and thouh art mine. In for
.ion cline we will find a new home and will
make new friends; and there our love shall
h. our life-our life, all love and joy and
gladnessp
The Princess had paused In her walk. and
these words had found utterance in a wax
ing ecstacy, as though long train of pa
TENT thought had thus eliminated. She
had spoken, and divine fervor shone in
her golden eyes and lighted up her beauti-
ful face. Her gaze had rested upon pure
white rose, and she had put forth her hand
To pluck it, when a quick, nervous football
arrested her attention, and she turned to see
who had intruded upon her.
"Count DenaroW
"Of all men living that she knew she
would rather have seen any other at that
moment than the man who now stood be-
fore her. She was startled, but not fright
ened; nor did she for one moment lose her
strong self-control. She was deeply indig-
nant at the unwarranted intrusion, and the
look of scorn and contempt she cast upon
the intruder would have caused any other
man who knew her to shrink and cover.
But this man could not see-could not I'M
derstand His mingled passions of love and
jealousy had made him blind; and the
finding of himself now in the presence Of the
object of his passions made him well-nigh
insane.
"Dear Princess! OF if you knew how 1
love youl If you could know the depth and
strength and power of my affectionl If you
could know what l have suffered, how my
heart is racked, and
"Hush! OF hush! You will drive me
mad"
by heavens, Princess, you have already
driven me mad"
save, you must have been, or you would
not have intruded here. Count, will you
leave me2 This intrusion is as unseemly and
unkind as it Is unpleasant to me-"
mo, no, PrincessIn the Count cried, rails
ing his clasped hand toward her and taking
q step forward. ''Do not Danish me from
your presence until you have answered me
question. After all that has happened,
after all that has been told me-after the
months-aye, the years-of warm. devoted
love l have given you-and, after the
smiles you have in return bestowed upon
me, you cannot refuse me the simple boon
crave. have the right to demand it
that you answer me the question have to
ask"
Count Denaro, am but weak woman,
and cannot put you by force from my
presence. If you will not leave me at my
bidding, will leave you"
mol Mol Not yet, PrincessF' And he
threw himself in her way so that she could
not pass him without brushing her robe
against the thorns of the thickly growing
rosebushes. "You must answer me! You
shalln
"Well, Signor," she said, as he stood be-
fore her, fairly quaking with the depth and
strength of his emotions.
"PrincessW with a gasp as for breath,
''the question have to ask may be in two
parts. The Fl. It / know you will answer;
but for the lovs of mtrly and justicel for
the love of he .venl beg of you answer it
calmly and nationally, and not in anger.
Dear, dear Princessl May 1 hope-ever
hope-may l take to my heart single ray
of hope that you, you will, at some time,
give me your love, and with it your hand.
o. if you could know; if you"
"Stopl StopI"
She raised herself to her EXTREMIST
hight; she looked at him proudly and dis
painfully, and her voice had the ring of
power and purpose and of truth.
Giuseppe Denarol l never spoke to you
aword; never gave to you a sign; nor did
ever give token of thought that should
lead you to think l loved you, or that
lCT your lONo. Anu now near luis: L
am young; love life; the world is good and
beautiful in my eyes; while death and the
grave are cold, chilling, terrible to think of,
yet, sooner than marry you-sooner than
stand before Gods holy altar and give my
solemn promise that l would love, honor
and obey you while life should endure
sooner than do that, would lay me down
and choose the eternal repose of the gravel
Does that answer youw
Nbar IL. 4. 4
several seconds before he could speak. At
length he said, struggling with all his might
TO hold in check the hot wrath that possessed
him:
81 have the other part of the question to
ask VIII you tell me: Is it love for an
other that prevents your loving me9"
mol Mol Ten thousand times-no
Were there not another man than yourself
hylng could not love youP
"Ah! you prevaricate. You do not an
sWer my question. Do you love anotherp
At this ner hot indignation burst forth in
flame. The flame enveloped her cheeks
and shot forth from her eyes.
Fool! Idiot Let me passl"
And she strobe by him, pushing him from
ner path as she went, and was soon gone
from his sight
He stood and gazed after her-held her
In view until she had gone from his sight
thOll BdLeu upon Ulb VdCdnp space she
mad last occupied. He stood like one upon
whom thunderbolt had fallen, bereft for
the time of sense and power. Gradually,
however, he awoke to a realization Of the
situation, and then he began to reflect. 1t
could hardly be called reason.
Poor grill By San Marco! She's as
mad as mad can be- That man has utterly
oewitched her. If she'd not been mad she
never could have talked like that-and to
mel Oh, the villainl What SPELL can he
nave wrought Certainly he has cast
naleful spell upon her. To think-oh, to
tnlnk how good and kind she has always been
me-. No sister could have been more
lohu OF a brother than she has been of me,
ana 1t would have grown to love if it had
NOT been for the interference Of this de-
mon! Aye, he is demonl-a very imp of
esrkness and mischief Think Of the look
vi ner eyes when she spoke to me! My
soul IL ever woman was insane, she was
insane thenl And he-he-has made her SO!
l. Nowl Now" he ground out, between
MS clenched teeth, ~ know what to do. 1t
nould be sin to leave such man alive. |
tTlA stand IN his way and he shall fight me-
ga and he shall find that it is not Steffano
nrarnese who holds the sword of vengencel
~ y! let me but meet himl l must find the
marquis. | must have his countenance. He
WI stand by me, 1 know He had read
sue man Alright from the first. / feared his
he isn
:. de bent his gaze once more in the direc-
i Leu winch the Princess had taken when she