Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-09-28
Fisherman Naples
 BY ALEXANDER DUMAS.

"Oh, Heavenl sonora, where can you have been to at this hourP said Inez.
 'Silencel" replied Dame Pedrilla-
 Then, approaching Isabella, who had just fallen with sigh into chair, she said:
 ''I feHcitate you, my child, on the step you have taken. Follow my advice, and go and find the viceroy. Acquaint him with the project of this miserable fisherman, so that prompt measures may be taken for arresting him and all the wretches of his kind"
 "What do you sayT cried the young girl, starting up, and burning with indignation.
 II say" stammered the duenna, that this Thomas Aniello ought to be hanged immedi- ately, with all his accomplices."
 Miserable creature!" shrieked Isabella, with a furious burst of passion Out of my sight, and let me not your face again."
 The duenna hung her head and left the room.
 As soon as she was alone with IneZ, Isa- bella burst into tears, and related to her all that had taken place in the 6sherman's cabin.
 This was not the first time that Isabella had made a confidante of Inez, and the sparkling soubrette was far from disappearing her mistress intention to see Masaniello once more.
 s'Retire, sonora, to rest" said she, "for O few hours. will awake you at day break, and we will go together to the cabin on the Mergellina."
 The first rays of the next days sun had scarcely kissed the waters of the sparkling bay, when the two young girls were to be seen walking along the beach in the direction of Masanieho's dwelling. But what was their surprise on beholding immense crowd as- 1o5 tha cahjpt An fhnSp yyh0EbN6 taken the oath at the cataconrbs the night before had already arrived, and were impa- tiently waiting for their young leader
 Isabella and Inez traversed these groups of men, who were clothed in ragS and whose looks were somber and suspicious.
 The viceroy's daughter guessed too well tho cause of the tumultuous assemblage. She entered the cabin, and found Jeanne alone with Pietro.
 Isabella ran and embraced the young fisher mans sister, and begged forgiveness for the manner in which she left her the evening be- fore; then, looking at her uneasily, she trem- blingly murmured: "Where is he, Jeannef' Before Pietro's affianced could answer loud, joyous clamor was heard outside, and the air rang with cries of "Masaniellol Masa- niellor' It was the young fisherman, who had just returned from Vesuvius with the artist 'Go, Jeanne," said Isabella, ''go and tell him that I implore him to see me once again."
 Jeanne obeyed. But when she approached her brother, and whispered something in his ear, he started, and made a violent move ment expressive of refusal
 Tho viceroys daughter saw the gesture and shuddered. ''Salvator, my friend" said Masaniello to the artist, Ego back, l beg of you, with Jeanne; she will take you to person whose tears have already made we waver. She is | Spaniard. You must make her understand that can neither speak to nor see her now" The artist followed Jeanne to the cabin, and Masaniello, turning to the crowd, ex- claimed:
 Everything is ready; we are provided with arms"
 ''Where are theyq' was heard on every side
 'At the gate of the Marina, hidden in 1 three cart loads of straw, which are under | the care of some of Corcelli's men, disguised as peasants"
 ''Bravol" cried all the conspirators.
 And now,' continued Masaniello, 'listen to my last orders."
 All were instantly silent.
 "Divide yourselves into two parts. The first will remain, unarmed, under my com mand; the other will proceed to the gate of the Marina, where the men who form it will receive partisans. blunderbusses and mus kets. Keep your arms as secret as possible; utter cries, but wait for the signal, and enter the city the moment you hear the tocsin of the cathedral sound"
 'We will obey you," cried they all.
 II name Salvador Rosa, whom you all know, leader of this division"
 Bravo! bravo!"
 "Long live our leader!''
 "Long live Salvador Rosar'
 At this instant the artist rejoined Masa- niello.
 "Brother," i" said he, in a low voice, 'where did you make the acquaintance of this young girlp'
 "Here, on the beach,"
 "Do you know her familyT'
 "No."
 'Has she never spoken of her father to you7"
 'Her father is captain in the Spanish army"
 "You have been deceived"
 "What do heara'
 "I say that she has deceived you; her name is Isabella d'Arcos, and her father is vioeroy of Naples"
 Masaniello started like wounded tiger
 'Viceroy of Naplesl" exclaimed he
 Il am sure of it." replied the artist. ''She did not recognize me, although I have often worked at the frescoes of the Vicaria- Her presence here must be owing to some deep design. Masaniello, bewarer' Great God!' cried Masaniello, "my head burns She, the daughter of the despot, in my cabin! I understand all now; she doubt less came here as spy"
 'Masaniello, be calnl.'
 'I will, said the fisherman II think" added Salvator, "that you ought to go and speak to her. If there is treachery she can be detained as hostage. But, in ) this case, there must be no mercy, no weak. ness"
 II would pluck out my heart sooner than show any," said Masaniello, pressing the artists hand
 Salvador Rosa put himself at the head oi l his division and moved toward tha .alacs