The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-06-24
CHAPTER XIV.

Antonio, Duke of Parma, was an early
riser. On the morning next following the
events last recorded he rang for his valet
shortly after sunrise, and the June day was
not an hour old when he was dressed and
his toilet complete for the duties that were
to follow.
The cloud that had come upon his brow
with the first reflections Of his waking hour
grew darker and more gloomsome as he APP
preached the breakfast table. Ordinarily,
his dear ward had been as early up as him
self, and his chief delight and blessing of
the day had been his hour of sweet comun-
ion with her at the morning meal, for she
had scarcely ever failed of being in her
place at the head of the board, with her
warm and loving smile to give him cheerful
greeting as he entered.
But on this morning her place was va
caut. Instead of her happy, beaming wei
come he met the servile salute of servant
and he sank YEARLY into his seat to eat
| alone. He had partaken of all the food he
could bear-and that but slight in quantity
and had called for wine IN place Of the
rich chocolate, which was his usual break
fast beverage, when the page Filippo en-
tered, the picture of CONSERVATION and
alarm.
"Well, boy. what is the Ali What ails
you? What has happenedN And the Duke
liable dread striking to his heart.
The page told him that the Count Gui-
seppe Denaro was dead, and that the
painter, Zanoni, had been arrested and
was then in prison for killing him.
"Nol mol You have Numbered, boyl
There is mistake in this. Denaro dead
Zanoni his slayer! o! it cannot ber'
But the lad was confident He had been
told by the officer who made the arrest
NJ ga nd ~ ha addad Gfba
old sergeant appeared to be very sorry
and he asked me if would inform your
excellency as soon as could. That is why
made bold to seek you here"
"OIn exclaimed the Duke with anger and
sharp agony in his voice, this is the handi-
work of Steffanoi know it know it"
"Sire, the sergeant said, the Marquis was
his accuser."
And if there was trouble, if there was a
conflict, the Marquis was present"
Eyes, sire, he was"
"Ol was sure of i'll They were together
yesterday. The Count was gloomy aud
! f-oubled, while the Marquis added fresh
| fuel to whatever of wrathful fire might
have slumbered in his bosom"
Thus speaking, the Duke Speedily left
the room and in very few minutes was on
his way to the prison. He had inquired for
his brother before leaving the palace, and
arisen. At the office of the prison he found
the er-Maraccini--of whom he learned
all that had been done in the council on the
previous evening; and when he had heard,
he groaned in bitterness Of spirit. 1t was
wonderful what a hold this painter had
taken on his feelings. Never was a heart
torn by more widely varied and conflicting
feelings.
Toward two principal points did his
thoughts converge between those two points
his feelings fought fierce battle,
First, his great affection for Zanoni as a
man and as a friend. He had come to es-
teen him highly, TO take delight in his con-
versation, and he had gained from his rich
stores of knowledge much and valuable in
formation. Then his skill as an artist, and
the beautiful works he had hoped to obtain
from his brush. Even the est Cecilia"
could not be fnished-the picture upon
which he had based so much OF his JOY and
happiness in the coming time. Alasl he
must give that up; give up all. in short, he
had expected or hoped for from the painters
matches skill.
But there was another side. II zanoni
lived continued TO live 10 Parma--waat Of