Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-10-01

tbe taxes" cried a hundred voices
 'sHave you any paper that I must sign, or wlat else must doF'
 All eyes were turned toward Masaniello
 Mot an hour ago." said the latter, ''I published on the market place, in the midst of the victims whom your satellites had inn molated, three decrees. sanctioned by the acclamations of the people Let these edicts receive the approbation of the king of Spain and before sunset Naples shall be, if not tran quill, at least disarmed" ."
 While he thus spoke, Masaniello drew 0 paper from his pocket, and read it aloud.
 II thoroughly approve of all this, Masa- niello," said the viceroy, tapping the fisher man on the back; ''you must remain with me, to be my counselor and my guide, and you shall see yourself to the execution of these decrees. You will also free me from the fatal influences which have miSed me up to the present moment"
 ''Sign, then" said Masaniello.
 What is not the word of a nobleman, of Spanish grandee, of the representative of the family of the Arcos, a sufficient guarantee for youg'
 ''No"
 ''Nol nor repeated all the others, mot after you have already lied to an entire people"
 The fire of hatred showed in the viceroy's eye.
 He contained himself, however, ,tremblingly seized the paper, and leaned back against the wall, in order, apparently, the better to peruse it.
 A moment of solemn silence followed.
 All that was heard was the confused mur- mur of the crowd, and the noise made by the muskets and partisans on the stone flooring of the palace
 Suddenly panel of the wall yielded be- hind the Duke of Arcos.
 He glanced at the crowd of men before him, gave loud, sardonic yell, and disap- peared.
 Masaniello tried in vain to follow. A hun dred arms struck, ill turn, at the secret door through which the viceroy passed. But the panel yielded not. The insurgents could but just perceive the joint, after they had torn down the Astrakhan leather with which the wall was covered.
 Cries of ''Treachery! To arms" now re sponded on all sides.
 Masaniello leaped on the carved oak table which stood in the middle of the room. In one hand he held his poniard, and in the other the paper containing his decrees.
 'The Duke of Arcos has fed" said he. ''So much the better, for he only knew how to pillage, assasSinate and betray. The peo- pie are intelligent enough to govern for themselves, and strong enough to defend the independence they have conquered. I de- clare that Philip the Fourth, king of Spain, has forfeited the throne of Naples, both he and his descendants! Long live our Lady and our libertyr' "Long live our leaderl long live Masani- ello" added the insurgents. Masaniello carried in triumph to the terrace in front of the chamber in which the scene we have just related took place.
 The streets were filled with noisy and mot ley crowds of women, peasants, fishermen and laZaroni who were rejoicing over their victory, and singing their national songs
 Tho combat had ceased, and not a soldier was to be seen anywhere They had all taken refuge in the Castel- Nuovo, on the towers of which they were already pointing their cannons against a people intoxicated with joy.
 An immense shout ran throughout the city when the Neapolitan flag was seen floating on the terrace of the Vicaria.
 But a greater one still was raised when he who had planted it there was recognized
 It was Masaniello.
 He motioned the people to be silent. : "No more Spanlardsl" cried he
 ''Long live Masaniello, the head of the psople!" replied the multitude.
 "No more taXesH'
 "Long live MaSaniellO!H
 ''No more tyrants! Henceforth the motto of Naples shall be Christ and Libertyr"
 'Christ and Liberty!" repeated the enthu siestic people, in voices of thunder. . The fisherman returned to the cOunci chamber, called around him the leaders o1 the revolt, ordered them to keep tlle people under arms, to place sentinelS at the corner! of the streets, and to cut off the aQueduct: leading to the CaStel-NuOvO
 Then be drew up proclamation, in whicl the life and property of every one was pro claimed sacred, and in which those who com mitted the slightest act of pillage wer, threatened with instant death. At this moment Dom Francesca entered ''We are victorious, father" said Nasa niello 1.-The treacherous Duke of Arcos ha hedn
 '.Let him go," replied the monk, land tel his master that the people of Naples will nt longer bear foreign yoke, and that the, have regained all their rights and liberty
 "Yes," added Masaniello; "let him go though he takes with him my last hope-m, only lover'
 You weep, my son" exclaimed the monk who was still ignorant of the dreadful secre which Salvador Rosa had divulged.
 Francesca" said Masaniello, lone da, has sufficed to destroy all my happiness"
 "What do you mean!' ''This young girl loved'- 'Wellw
 , 'For whom I would sacrifice all, my life my liberty-is Isabella, the daughter of tn Duke of Arcos!n
 Unfortunate man." exclaimed the monk Abundant tears ran down the fisherman ? sunburned cheeks.
 All is lost!" murmured the monk. ; "No! mol" exclaimed Masaniello. ''Libert is too precious thing to be thus abandoned l it must be conquered by tears and suffering Were it even to kill me, I would tear frol my heart the love I have conceived-ths monstrous passion which was to unite tt man of the people and the daughter of tt tyrant."
 "Win you have the strength to do thi 3 my sona"
 ''Yes, father: the field of liberty mu! l often be watered with our tears as well { . with our blood" l May heaven bless your efforts, Mas !. niello! Man is weak. Remember that u : look of woman may break the swol f. grasped by the firmest hand, Isabella mu