The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-15

from Italy. In it were her jewels, together
with packet of priceless papers, some of
which were family records, brought with
the casket; some she had written herself,
for my information and guidance; others
being letters, some of the olden time, and
some from Father Paul This packet soc
had shown to me, telling me that 1t should
be given into my hands when | was one
and-twenty years of age; or, at her death,
if it should occur before that period.
This casket fell into the hands OF the
brigands; and, of course, the papers, into
the hands of the chief, Rinaldo, who,
later, gave them to his son.
And now, Antonio, we come to the final
plot. The papers told them-father and
son-not only the sad story of my mothers
misfortune, and her husbands cruel
wrongs-for am very sure it was all there
but they told my own story. The attack
on the Castle of Talavera, the killing OF
many of the armed servants and the rob-
berry made stir in Madrid, and troops
were sent in every direction to find the
brigands. A few months later they we're
overtaken and sharp engagement re-
suited. Rinald was shot dead, but his son
escaped.
Still later, after the death of my mother,
| saw Ludovico Bojario in Madrid. was
sure it was he. Time went on, and l saw
him again and again. At length was I'M
pressed with the belief that he was watch
ing me. Finally something happened. On
a dark, stormy evening, as L was on my
way from the studio to my chamber, l was
attacked by noted bravo whom | recog-
nized, and whom l remembered to have
seen with young Bojario. His name was
Pedro Pedrosa He had been famous
matador at one time in the Plaza de Toros,
but had been discharged for drunkenness,
and quarrelsomeness. Fortunately had my
rapier with me, and sent him Oft with
wound that must have given him trouble;
but he wounded me severely-So severely
that was confined To my room FOR Two
weeks.
When l once more got out and able to
look around, both the bravo and LudoVlco
Bojario were missing. The former | never
saw again The latter l saw no more
until met him here in Parma, passing for
Farnese and brother of the Duke. In all
probability the ex-matador. Pedro, had as
sured him that I was dead, as he had doubt
less paid goodly sum to have me killed.
Now, my lord, YOU know how the i'm
poster gained the information that enabled
him to so wretchedly deceive you. You
also know how he CAME into possession OF
the papers and the few keepsakes of my
mother, which he so boldly exhibited. One
or two of the papers, however-ospeclally
one purporting to be from a good prlest-he
| must have forged, or had them forged for
him. Your fair ward told me about
| them"
Poor Isabel " said the Duke. with ring
of deep sympathy in his voice. What
| will she say when she knows all this! All
can fancy the joy-the gladnes', that will
fill her heart. What may she be suffering
even now"
Brother. you will not now refuse
~
"Hushl Say no more. Oh the joy-bells
shall ring! Before another day you shall
be set free from this place; the wonderful
story shall be published. You shall be pro
claimed to the principally my father held
an honor we would not give to the other
and joy shall rule the hour. | know the
| people will rejoiceW
"Ard-Isabel! What of her, my dear An
| tonio"
''If you can win her now that you are
| Primo instead of a handsome painter, she
will certainly be yours"
"On! my dear, good, kind, blessed guar
dian! how happy you have made mem
And tae monk came FORTH the black
robe was flung back and away, and the
| Princess Isabel threw herself upoa the
| Dukes bosom And by and by, when he
could be brought to believe the evidence o.
his own senses, and she had recovered ONE
| tulIlS VI hSl NRlhtOSuAVs ohC iNCfASN u /
through her happy tears, exclaiming, in
tones of earnest, prayerful supplicatlon:
80! My noble, generous guardian, |
| know you can be kind and fOrbearag, as
well as j lst. Before you cast a shadow
| of blame hear me-and above all-let nc
thought of blame to Juan enter your mind.
| O! Did you know me so little as to believe
| that | would suffer my dear lover to remain
here. where death, as we all thought, was
| 4 Ii. i,ly al
| hesitate at any risk-auy danger-to my
self? MOI MOI No! But, guardian, be-
| fore l say another word, promise me that
| you will not punish nor expose to the wrath
| of others the person who has befriended me
| in this He did 1t. not more i'll sympathy
| for me than because of his love and esteem
| toward my hero. VIII you promise"
The Duke promised and the Princess pro
| ceeded.
lone week ago-just six days-I came to
| this prison cell. 1t was my first visit. |
had arranged for my darling's sure escape.
The way was open, and he could go; and |
| told him would go with him. What, think
you, was his answerf'
And then she told how Zanoni had dis
appointed her--how he had declared he
would die rather than break his word given
to his friend and patron-the Duke. Final
| w." she said, in conclusion, "he told me that
| II COlno JHb SlAJu
and should then ask him to fee, he would
| do so.
"And here l am" she added, brightly.
| And she told how she had come in, shortly
after himself, and how she had remained,
| through all their talk an unseen specta-
| tor; but she would not attempt to tell the
variety of emotions that had whelmed upol
her while she had listened.
She had scarcely spoken her last word
when the ass slant keeper, Cola Pandolfo,
entered the cell. 1t had grown to be quite
| dark, and he had come with a light, never
dreaming that the Princess was there. He
had not seen his wife since she had CON
Quoted her thither. His establishment and
his fright can be easily imagined. But the
| Duke did not allow him long TO suffer.
"Signor Pandolfo, not a word; my ward
has told me all, and will forgive you on
condition that you hold your peace hence
forth. Remember, the Princess came
hither with me. You understand. Has
| Maraccini returnedp
Eyes, your excellency. He came unex-
pectedly. At Rossena he met the Senior
| Philip Galejo, colonel in the Spanish army
who was on his way to visit our prison, and
with him he returned"
"Ohor cried our hero with a wonderful
surge Of feeling. "He is not in the Spanish
army, Signor. Philip CALICO, when knew
him. was captain OF the mounted police OF
Segovia. He richly deserved tn be a colonel.
who captured Rinaldo Bojario and hi son,
previous to the trial OF which | had told
you
A. L. /.