The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-08

think me superstitious, do not shake your
head in doubt. This picture, which l am
now painting, l mean shall be my master
piece, and there shall come to it a redeem
ing power. AS gaze upon it in my day
dreams, from the canvas the face Of an
angel-of a saint, indeed, as well as in name
looks forth and blesses me. OF my love-
my darlingi Do not ask me to forsake it
As true as heaven, the magic Of my master
piece is reali''
The Princess gazed at him with dread
mingling Of love, of wonder and of strange
alarm in her look.
"Ol my darlingl" she cried, seizing his
wrists, and looking up with a world of
prayerful entreaty in her earnest, eloquent
eyes, "thinkl Think OF think what must
be your fate-what my fate-should your
mystic hope fail you'll There is safety in
flight. OF will you not save yourSelfN
Isabel Can there be safety IN dishonorl
Ask your own heart-cast your thoughts
forward into the future-to the time when
this present agony shall have become sane
titled to you-and ask yourself, would you
not rather remember me with honor-be
able to bless my memory in your heart
than that should bear you lifelong COM
partnership, with the remembrance of a
broken faith clouding every hour-which it
certainly wouldl o! my Lowell You will
not-you cannot-ask me to perjure myself
before God and manm
He paused at this point, standing firm and
strong though in earnest supplication,
while his companion shook like an aspen.
Presently he took her to his bosom; drew
her close, and imprinted loving kiss upon
her pure white brow.
Isabel If you have come now, can you
not come again when my picture is finished
that will bel will call it, on the sixth
day from this"
"OiJuanl" throwing her hands upon his
shoulders, and gazing up into his face with
startling eagerness and hope. "And will
you Gnsn lies. If l come at that time, will
you. do as shall asks"
He paused a moment, thoughtfully; and
then, with, clear, bright light in his eyes
| and in his handsome face, he answered:
Eyes, my own, promised Remember,
on the sixth day from this. II you come,
and you shall then open the way for my es-
cape and ask me to fee, will do So"
"The sixth day from thisn
YES"
Counting tomorrow as the flrstr
Eyes"
"And then-then-you will fee from
your prison, and seek with me a happy,
blessed union in some friendly cline where
the laws Of Parma cannot reach uSl You
promiseW
my darlingI" have perfect faith In you
lin your love and in your judgment-and
give you my promise that whatever you
shall ask me to do, when next we meet,
will do it.h
Enough o! bless you, my Lowell bles;
you'll and again her head was pillowed onrhis
bosom, his strong az ms encircled her and the
little time they had left them was given &c
| the whispering of the deep, enduring pas
sion that had become part and parcel Of
| their lives
What explanation, if any, the Princess
vouchsafed to the person or the persons who
had aided her In her brave and devoted eff
fort in his behalf our hero could not know
He only knew that on the following morn
| ing, when Pandolfo came with the break
| fast, he appeared to regard him with new
| interest, and to treat him with new re-
spect and esteem. But no word was spoken
no sign was given, from which it could be
| suspected that he was cogniZant of any oc
| currence in his department out of the usua
course.
From this time Zanoni worked with a
| new zeal-a new ardor. He had brought
the face of his saint to perfection, saving
| only here and there, at minor points, whore
| a new touch of light or of shade might be-
needed; and before he could do this he mus
| put the final touches upon all the rest of the
| picture; every light and every shadow mus
| be as it was to remain for all time
| This done, he went back to the face; and
with patient care; with soul-sent, prayerfu
earnestness, he put upon it the final touches
of his brush.
And so, with his picture finished, the
morning of the sixth day dawned. The
sixth, counting from the visit of the Prin
cess to the prison cell.
ITO RE CoNTINUEp1