The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-06-03

Sleep he could not, and his chamber would
not hold him. He must have heavens free,
fresh air in which to breathe-in which to
think. So he had arisen and dres sed him
self, and wondered forth. A lovers instinct
had probably given direction to his walk
1t had strangely CHANGED that on that
self-same morning, and during that identi-
cal hour, the Princess Isabel, finding it i'm
possible to sleep, had arisen, and sought her
favorite out-of-door retreat-the garden
aforesaid. NiNg. aN@''
Until the present season there had been,
just inside the iron fence, high, thick
hedge of close shrubbery, through which no
prying eye could penetrate, but it had be-
come old, and was dying, for which cause it
had been taken UP, and new, fresh Young
plants had been planted in place of the old
but they afforded no protection as vet, and
would not before, ah6ther year However,
our heroine had not, Thought of that; or, at
all events, it had not held her back. She
had come forth, and was. pacing thought
fully to and fro. r..ft svi.s.,s.
She had plucked a single rose, still wet
with dew, and picked it in pieces, and as
each white pedal had fiuttered to the earth a
sigh, or whispered murmur, had fallen
from her lips 1t was splainly to be seen
that she had been weeuihg, but there was no
signs of tears now. Her lips were closed,
save when they parted for a murmured
word, and firmly compressed. Her eyes
glowed with steady, fervent light; her
hands were tightly clasped before her, and,
in form and feature-in every look and
every movement-she was the incarnation
| OF resolution and will.
Count Denaro turned his eyes in the di-
| rectlon of the garden, and saw her, but she
did not see him. She saw nothing save the
one dear object of her every thought and
every feeling. She did not know that she
had plucked a rose and pulled it in pieces
pedal by pedal, and cast the sightless stock
away. She did not know that the wither-
ing petals were beneath her feet, though her
eyes were turned straight upon them The
whole populace might have congreg tied and
passed the iron fence, so that they had made
no disturbance, and she would not have seen
them.
Denaro saw, and his heart bounded with a
throb that well nigh took away his breath.
Her image had filed his thoughts at that
moment OF her, and of Zanoni, he had
been thinking ever since he had lifted his
head from its pillow. One question-one
transformed the center around which all
his fevered thoughts and imaginings had
held their course. The question was this:
Ii the painter were out of the way, re
moved by his-Denaro's-hand, wonld
she in time listen to his pleadings9 Would
the Duke give him his best influences!
What strange anomaly-what a glar-
lIS INCONSISTENCY uodIb Vi Il Hldll pas
sionately, blindly in love may present. "If
| should kill the painter in a fair and hon
orable combat could | hope to win the hand
of the Princess. Could l ever hope to WIN
| her hearth
So he asked himself, and'when his COM
mon sense answered mo" he straightway
flew into a paroxysm of wrath against the
man he would Stay. The fact was, his ex-
ceeding jealousy of Juan Zanoni had made
| him mad. Never at his best man of strong
mind; never an independent, self-governed
man; never a brave, bold and fearless
champion of right, he was now, under the
influence of binding passion, in danger of
| becoming idiotic.
80! if could see her and speak with
hern
What he would say he never told himself,
for, as the last word of the sentence found
speech, his startled eyes had rested upon
the witching form of the loved one in the
garden. .-fts
He had been admitted to that blooming
bit of paradise more than once, and the way
was familiar to him. Without pausing to
refect-with only the one thought Of meet
ing and speaking with the Princess in his
mind-he turned quickly toward a small
postern, which he knew he would find open,
determined to reach her If the thing were
possible.
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