The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-06-17
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, JUNE II, 1883.


force this thing to a deadly ending! Should
you kill me, no law can touch you to do you
harm; while, should be so unfortunate
as to kill you, the law will demand my life
in return; aud no power can save me-"
"Signor Zauonilp interposed Marquis
Stetfano, at this point, ''you are mistaken.
| have no fear that you can do mortal harm
to my friend, the noble Count; but, should
you chance to do So ! give you my word
you shall not DO called to answer for it."
Your word, Marquis! What power or
authority have youF'
Authority, none!-but power, much, ="
returned Steffano, cody, and with, assur-
ance. Let what will come, you know you
must leave Parma. After what has oc-
curred-after what has been discovered
you cannot surely hope that you win be
suffered to rem1in longer in the midst of a
people whom you have so grossly insulted
and outraged. Coed heavens do you think
the Duke would allow you to contaminate
the air CT his capfltal longerl No, you
must flee; and | will help you. That
promise. If the worst comes for YOU
the killing, or seriously wouuding, of
Count Denaro-I will help YOU to leave the
country. And can do It'll"
Could the poor Count have looked down
into the heart of his protesting friend at
that moment, or read Alright the diabolical
| expression on his swart face, he would have
given up the contest at once and trusted to
some other means of obtaining his desire
But he could no5see, he could not read Stef
fano's dark face; and, when the latter had
| done speaking, he made ready for further
attack.
Once more the outraged, cruelty aggra-
waited, and grossly insulted artist sought to
bring his enemy to listen to word of rea-
son. His final plea may have been mis-
take. AT all events, as it found utterance
| the Counts rage burst forth into more hot
and vengeful cursing and imprecation than
had before soilei his tongue.
Count Denarow Zanoni had exclaimed
as he lightly and dexterously turned the at
| lacking blade over his shoulder. 81 implore
| you to desist If you do Motif you push
me to the verge of danger to myself shall
| kill youm
"Nol Come onl / am not SO easily
| killed as you thinliW
And the Count, thus retorting, sprang to
the attack with all the force at his COM
| mand. He did not sea-he did not feel
| that his strength was leaving him His
| physical eXertions had been great-far be-
yond any exercise of body he had ever used
himself to-while his insane passion. surg
| ing upon both heart and BRAIN did much
to enervate and weaken frame that had
been already overbraced and excited by ex-
| traneous stimulent.
The keen-eyed Marquis, watchful of every
| sign, saw that his man was firing; and the
fear came to him that the painter might
utterly weaken and disarm him without be-
| ing called upon, for his own safety, to strike
home. "Oh!" he said, in his heart, "if |
could but nerve Giuseppe to .pricking the
| fellow into real anger, just for one short
moment! 1t would be sufficient" And,
with this feeling he slipped up behind the
Count and Kissed into his ear:
"NoW, Guiseppel Remember the upper
strokel-the throatl Then the heart! At
himr'
A simple accident, after all, was to end
the conflict. In his endeavors to avoid his
antagonists thrust, without thrustiDg in
return, Zanoni had moved back-and back,
and backward still-unti1 he had reached,
without discovering it, the very edge of the
rivers bank. Another backward step
would carry him over the brink into the
flood.
In this situation the Count, with all the
force and strength at his command, made
the feint, and the attack which Steffano had
suggested. Zanoni saw. and saw that he
must put forth all his skill A half step
backward carried his left foot 80 far over
tine brink behind him he became aware of
the second danger, and instinctiyely sprang
from it. -1 90 -"'-
At this iuncture the point of the Count
had been at his throat, and in putting it
away he had left his own point advanced.
This was the situation when our hero made
his involuntary leap away from the river;
and at the self same moment Denaro made
desperate lunge. Threatened by this two
fold danger the painter forgot the life of his
enemy, and thought only of his own; and
in a moment more his keen, bright blade
entered the Counts bosom, piercing him to
tho heart.
AS quickly as possible Zanoni leaped back,
withdrawing the fatal steel as he did SO,
but he was too late While yet uncertain
as to the force and effect of the uninten-
tional stroke, Count Giuseppe Denaro fell
supine up the trampled sward-dead
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