Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-09-25
CHAPTER W.
THE CONSPIRATOR.

CHAPTER ".
 THE CoNsPIRATOR
 Isabella and Jeanne left the duenna at the door, and ran to meet Masaniello But, when they approached him, both of them shuddered, and uttered simultaneously cry of terror
 The features of the young man were full of terrible animation; his eyes were bloodshot, and it was easy to see that rage, hatred and every other violent passion filled his breast.
 "You here, senorar cried he, ion recogniz- ing Isabella. To-day is not day for visits and walking. You must return instantly to the city, and tax care to leave your fathers house no more, for tomorrow carnage and death will reign triumphant in the streets of Naples"
 ''Merciful powersl" exclaimed the two young girls.
 "Senora," added the fisherman, quickly, did you not tell me that your father was an officer ill the army of the viceroy? If such is the case, and if your father loves you, let him break his sword this very evening, for to- morrow there will be neither truce nor mercy! Tomorrow the people will crush, without pity, every hireling of despotism"
 These last words were pronounced in a tone of voice fitted to make the bravest shudder.
 II frighten you," continued he in a milder manner, and approaching Isabella; pardon
 
 given you. The measure is full; the day of vengeance is at hand; yet let not my hands be dyed, sonora, with the blood of your father"
 Unhappy man" said Isabella, "you your self may be the first to fall in to-morrow's combat"
 May heaven hear your wordsI" answered Masanello, provided that out of my blood spring the liberty of Naples, that our tyrants are completely vanquished, and that the squadron you see yonder carries them far away from us"
 He pointed to the Spanish galleons, con- manded by Don Juan Fernandez, which had cast anchor in the bay about two hours before.
 Tomorrow" added the fisherman. ssthe guns of this squadron will pour forth their thunder, with a view to crush the revolt for they are the orders of a man who will nec- essarily supportthe viceroy."
 And who is this mana" asked Isabella. with emotion.
 Juan Fernandez. He was formerly gov ernor of the Indies, and he is now come to marry the daughter of the Duke of Aroos. to whom he brings dowry of three hundred thousand ducats, the fruit of the most infa- nous extortion.n
 At this moment tho eye of Masaniello
 
 the evening before. He started with surprise. What do l seeF exclaimed he "Is it a dream?'
 Jeanne made signs to Isabella, who had, as yet, hardly recovered from the shock pro- duced on her by the last words of Masa- piello
 ''No, brother" said she, "it is not a dream. Providence has been at work for us in your absence,
 The fisherman looked at the two young girls in turn. His chest heaved and his eve was moist. Then he again turned toward the bay and exclaimed:
 "Yes, it is my own bark! I see once more the companion of my life, my daily bread!" "But this is not all," said Jeanne; "come!" She took Masaniello by one arm, while Isa- bella, much affected, leaned upon the other The young fisherman started on, feeling the weight of that soft, white hand which did not fear to come in contact with his rough sleeve.
 "Well, Masaniello," said Isabella, twill you still continue to grieve your sister and me by talking of murder, blood and car nageY'
 Masaniello listened with great emotion to this gentle voice, which sounded like sweet music to him.
 On reaching the door of the cabin Dame Pedrilla said to her mistress, in low voice: My dear child, night is coming on; we must return"
 Isabella did not even hear her, and the angry nurse remained on the sill of the door listening attentively. and casting from time to time a look of suspicion into the cabin The viceroy's daughter was delighted with the astonishment of Masaniello, who, on finding his home furnished again, experi- enced the same emotion he had felt at the sight of his boat.
 "To whom," murmured he, do we owe all this2'
 Cannot you guess, brotherY' said Jeanne pointing to Isabella.
 Masaniello knelt down, and, placing his hand on his heart, said to the viceroy's daughter:
 Dispose of my ife-it is yours"
 Indeed" replied Isabella, 'syou owe me no gratitude whatever; am but too happy at having served you," and she offered her hand to the young man, who carried 1t to his lips. ''So now" continued she, s'you will not return to Naples, or, if you do, 1t will only be to calm the people and to quell the revolt. Promise me this, implore you" Masaniello rose up hastily, passed his hand across his forehead and stared vacant1v at the young girl
 "Calm the people quell the revolt" stammered he.
 "Oh! brother" said Jeanne, 'do not refuse our benefactress what she asks of you"
 ''Not another word-what you ask is im- possible"