Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-09-25

"Oh! MaSanlellol MaSaniellol"
 "You, sonora, are Spaniard, and you can- not, therefore, understand my duties"
 II know that you are rushing headlong to your ruin" "What does it matterY'
 ''The Duke of Arcos has immense forces. and Naples is full of soldiersn
 "We have God on our side"
 "But what will become of Jeanne if you fallr'
 "Pietro, her affianced, who cannot join US in the struggle on account of his wound, will be left to protect her. But Jeanne is brave and strong minded, and she would rather weep over her brothers tomb than see him abandon the holy cause which he has espoused."
 "Oh, Heaven! oh, Hea%enl P murmured Isa- bella; ''he cannot guess the real cause of my terror!"
 "Do not forget, sonora, the advice I gave you with respect to your father," said Masa- niello.
 My father But if it is not on his account that trembleP'
 'What do hear?'
 'Alas! he runs no risk; it is you alone who are in danger"
 "Then, sonora" said the young man, in 8 trembling voice, 'since you fear not for him whom at first imagined to be the cause of your alarm, I may be allowed to think-But no! mol such thing is impossible!"
 "Do you, then, think it impossible for me, Masaniello, calmly to see you rush to certain deathf'
 ''Senora, you cannot be aware of the trouble that your words throw into my heart Pityl oh, pityr'
 'Masaniellol my friend-my brother"-
 ''No, nol' quickly replied the young man. ' hau cixya ;p my dreams, a far dearer name"
 "And l will answer to it" cried she, with burst of frantic passion. 'Oh, Isabella, spare mel Can l, the poor fisherman, ever hop De to obtain the love of''-
 'Stop!" cried the young girl, with great emotion; "in owning to you the weakness of my heart, reserve the right of bidding you adieu forever, if you refuse to accede to all my wishes"
 ''It is perjury you would have me com mita" said Masaniello, in 0 trembling voice.
 Ut is not perjury to quell revolt which you yourself have raised"
 "Your accusation is unjust. The anger of the people has been excited solely by the bad faith of the Duke of Arcos"
 Isabella shuddered.
 Though it be so, Masaniello," said she, ''does fault justify crime: What matters it on which side the wrong lies! I am a Spaniard and you are Neapolitan; thus, if the revolt breaks out, we shall be separated forever"
 "You are right, senora," said Masaniello, after a moments struggle with himself; "a fault never justifies crime. Supposing that the people and I were wrong in committing a first act of violence, the man who after ward odiously deceived us, and who profited by the confidence with which he had treach- erously inspired us, to shed the blood of the Neapoitan people on the place of the Vicaria, is d.
 "Stay, MasanielloI"
 This man, say, is an infamous wretch!"
 "Oh! implore you, do not speak thus"
 "If the fault is the peoples, the crime is the viceroy's, and will undertake the pun ishment."
 "Great God, exclaimed the young girl, "I have just told him that love him, and this is his reply"
 "You love me, Isabella7 Oh, may Heaven pour its blessings on your head for this avowal, which fills my soul with pure and boundless joy! You love me!-you! Alas! alasl'
 "Masaniellol no longer turn, l beseech you. deaf ear to my prayers"
 The young man answered nothing, but let fall his head with the greatest melancholy
 D. and said:
 "You were right; you are Spaniard, and I am Neapolitan: what is about to happen will raise an insuperable barrier between us; you will, doubtless, hate me, but must sacrifice your love-"
 "Silence! silence!" sobbed Isabella.
 Clear me, and let me tell you how holy and unchangeable is the affection I have con- ceived for you. Your image has been deep ly engraven on my heart since the first day I saw you"
 Ut is false; for, were it so, you would have some pity for me-"
 My sufferings are greater than yours, Isa- bella But would you have me betray my brothersf'
 ''You are leading them to their ruin"
 II am leading them to glory"
 ''No, mol you can have never loved me.n
 Ut is because love you that am inlex- ible."
 Hear him, oh, heavenl and judge," said Isabella, clasping her hands.
 "Yes," repeated Masaniello, ''because I love you. Were I to obey you today, to- morrow should blush in. your presence, and you would possess the right to treat me as a coward"
 "MasanielloI"
 'As an infamous and cowardly wretch, for I should have lied tomy conscience, broken my oath and repudiated my principles I should have laid the basis of my happiness on the suffering of the people, and my happiness would have been cursed and blighted"
 "No more! Come, join your prayers to mine, and tell him that he is mad!' exclaimed the young girl, running to Jeanne, and talk ing her by tho hand.
 Masaniello's sister was weeping by herself in silence. She dried her tears, rose up slowly, and, pointing to the sky, said to the daughter of the viceroy:
 'I begin to think it is the will of heaven. l, as we'll as you, have tried, by my prayers, to turn my brother from his purpose, and