The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1888-10-26

those by whom they have been oppressed SO
longr
~ believe" answered Isabella, shat If
the Duke of ARGOS were informed OF the real
state OF things, he would prevent all revolt
by doing the people justice"
"May Heaven inspire himr said the fish
crman.
Five minutes afterward, Isabella skipped
lightly out of the boat, and taking the hand
OF Masaniello's sister, soon disappeared be-
meath the shady trees of the island of Pro
cida
As soon as they were we'll laden with or
anGes, which they had bought of the peasant
girls, they hastcncd to return to the seashore.
AS they approached within sight, they OBJ
served Masaniello, who had remained in the
boat, waving a piece of sail as a signal of
distress
snake hastep' cried he, as soon as they
were within hearing "The sky looks threat
ening, and the sea begins to swell"
mercy on u.s." said Dame Pedrilla, max
ing the sign of the cross. at would be bet
ter for us perhaps 10 remain on the island"
MAKE up your mind as to what you mean
to do" said Masaniello. ''As for Jeanne and
myself, we shall leave, happen what may"
"Then you don't think there is any danger?"
asked the viccroy's daughter.
II think we shall have tempest. But we
shall brave it, shall we not, Jeanner
"Oh yes"
"And so will l." said Isabella, leaping into
the bark
''AIy child, you are madl" cried Dame Pc
drilla, in the greatest alarm
"You can remain behind" said the fisher
man to the duenna "but we have no time to
lose, so You must be quick, if you are coming
with u.s."
81 order you to come," said Isabella i'm
periously.
Dame Pedrilla obeyed, but she really
thought her last hour was come She there
fore drew forth her rosary, and began to in
woke every saint with whose name she was
acquainted.
The sun had disappeared, and the sea now
began to assume that greenish tint which ALI
nounces the approach of dreadful disorder in
its fathomless depths. The foaming waves
dashed boisterously against the sides Of the
frail bark, and the sea new shrieked forth
its shrill notes, as it flew backward and for
ward over the heads of the fisherman and
his companions.
Masaniello, stationed at the stern Of the
boat grasped the rudder with a steady hand,
and dexterously guided his bark through the
roaring pillows. His look was intrepid, and
his bearing noble.
"How Is it," said Isabella to him, shat
you still follow the calling of a fisherman,
when you might aspire to a more lucrative
and less perilous professionr
because it gives me freedom" said the
young man. There is no profession which
the foreign domination now exercised at
NJ, ,l1 ell
blush"
"What do you mean" asked Isabella
"When the poor man." continued Masa-
| niello, "renounces manual labor he has but
two resources left him-domestic or military
service; but the former is the worst of
slavery, for it degrades and dishonors him."
'Well," added Isabella, "but what say you
to the military professionr
at is" answered Masaniello, ga holy one,
when it calls on you to deliver your country,
but a cowardly one, when 1t merely serves
to Cypress it, The only profession which
would have suited me-" continued the fisher
man, sis that of an artist. Twenty times
has the celebrated painter, Salvador Rosa,
sketched before my eyes, in this very bark.
the majestic views by which we are sur
| rounded"
"Why did you not become his pupil, then7'
asked Isabella.
81 contented myself with being his FRIEND"
replied Masaniello, "for it was too late to
begin to study. He also advised me to enter
the army; but he soon understood my aver
sion to do so, for he, too, loves liberty, and
abhors despotisrn. No, mol 1 would sooner
starve than serve under the viceroy."
"You hate the viceroy, then"
81 hate injustice and tyranny"
These words were exchanged in the midst
Of the noise caused by the thunder and the
roaring of the waves but Isabella paid no
attention to the Storm she was entirely alb
sorbed by contemplating the pilot of the lit
tie argosy.
"How handsomel how grand he looks!"
thought She
The violence Of the tempest increased;
flash upon fash Of lightning turned the
gloomy heavens into vivid glare; the
thunder rolled forth its heavy peals in quick
succession, and seemed to whirl the wind
along like monster cannon balls before it. so
boisterously did it blow. The waves, too,
rose like precipices, touching the skies; and
as one Of these living mountains appeared
about to fall on Isabella's head, she suddenly
yielded to her fright, uttered shrek, and
fell, half dead, into Masaniello's arms A