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

"Signor! Where-where did you ever
see that facet" he asked in hushed, quiz
ering tone.
Why do you ask my lordi Is it face
familiar to your
"Yesl Yesl o, for the love of heavenl
tell me-where did you know it9 You must
have known it to have painted it so truly"
Duke" answered Zanoni in solemn,
earnest tone, "You behold there the pictured
face of the now sainted mother who gave
me birth! Yes. my lord, 1 have given to
your Saint Cecilia the form and the fea-
lures of my own blessed mother, as l hold
them in sacred, loving memory. Are you
pleased with the picture9 Does it satisfy
youF
Pleased Does it satisfy mel" repeated
the astounded potentate like one struggling
out from wonderful dream. He gazed
upon the painter-gazed with his very soul
In the searching, eager look. what does
1t meanwh he continued, after he had taken
breath. "Zanoni, what is this mystery?
You say that is the face of your mother!
YES, sire; it is even So"
Then heaven help mel must be going
mad, for l can swear it is the face of my
mother as well! Aye, it is my own, own
mother the mother whom l loved with
the deep, passionate yearning of my bovish
heart, and whom I mourned with bitter,
burning tears; whom l have mourned for
yearSm
A great light shone in Zanoni's face-the
light and power of an emotion sacred and
sublime. He was wondrously moved, yet
calm and collected. AS soon as the Duke
had partially recovered from the shock of
the astounding revelation that had burst
upon him from the picture he-the painter
said to him, in pleasant, persuasive
manner, and with a waking smile on his
handsome face my lord, if you will sit
nd pIy VI T11a al fora faXx
| moments | will very soon convince you that
| you are not mad, and that if you have
made any mistake it is not in relation te
the picture. Will you please me, and sta
! will stand"
Zanoni handed out charlie had seen
that the other was in use behind the easel
ard the Duke, his face the picture of I'M
utterable wonder and astonishment, with
shades of nervous anxiety and expectation
mingled herewith, sat down.
MY lord,n commenced the artist, with
| rich moisture in his eyes and a thrill of
heartfelt emotion in his tuneful voice, 81
will be brief. Should my life be spared
long enough, l can give you details at q
| future time. | can hardly tell you when
| first suspected or had gIilnmering of the
| truth that is now known to me. | first
| strongly suspected when your fair ward had
| told to me the story of your unfortunate
| parents. suspected more strongly-I may
| say then almost knew-wheE found that
| StefPapo was seeking my life-when | knew
! that he feared me. Also the wonderful
| likeness which the Princess bore t. my
mother. l think you yourself had told me
| that she was your relation on your mothers
| side
"And, now, to my story. The first l re-
member of my mother was at Carthagena,
| in Spain; but knew we had come to that
| place from distant land, though | knew
not where When | was cd enough to ask
for information, my mother told ma that
| she had been forced to flee from her home
in Italy. She did not tell me in what part,
| but she caused me to understand it to have
been one of the Italian dependencies; and
though she never said so, l finally settled
down in the belief that Sicily had been the
! place of my birth"
lone moment" pleaded the Duke put
ting forth his hand. what was your
mothers namem
''She took the name of Zanoni, in Spain,
| Joan Zanoni, and called me Juan Shortly
| be fore her death | learned that she had an
| other Christian name. found it on an old
| letter 1t was Beatrice"
The Duke started, and was on the point
| of an explanation when the painter stopped
| him.
"Let me finish, my lord; will not tire
| you. From Carthagena we went tC
| Toledo, forced to leave behind the b st
| friend we had in the world-a priest, Father
| Paul"
Again the Duke would have interrupted
! but the other went on:
yet we did not lose his friendship. For
| years he corresponded with my mother, a
| friendly courier bearing tbs letters to and
| fro. Corsiglia was the courier's name. We
had gone to Toledo, and thence to Madrid,
| where my mother found safe and welcome
| Il. 1 81
| named Olympia, who had married with
the powerful and wealthy Duke of
| Talavera. The Dukes home was in a
grand old castle twenty miles from Madrid,
in the wild and picturesque Sierra Guada-
rama. And there"
At this point the Duke sprang to his feet,
his agony of suspense at its utmost limit.
"Stopi Stopl For the love of heaven
| tell me how have l been so juggled-so be-
trayed-so cruelty outraged and deceived'
| tell me all the rest at some other time.
| You-you-are the true Juan Steffano
Farnesel My brother My brother! Is it
not so. Tell me-is it not so"
"Antono-in my heart-my deepest
heart-I beiieve it is. In fact, | may say,
by no possible torture of the truth can it
| be otherwise"
"My brotherl Ny brotherl OF now |
know why | loved you from the first, why
my heart went out to you, full of deepest
affection, even when knew you had stolen
from me the love Of my beautiful ward"
mo, no, my lord" interrupted the
painter. earnestly do not say that She
never loved you more truly than she loved
you while loving me-"
well, well" pursued the other, with a
kindling light in his eye-almost smile. |
NAV say this, at least. In that hour when
knew she loved you, l wished in my heart
| that you were noble, that you Nigh. bless
her with your hand. o! Juanl Juan! /
cannot call you by your other chris
tan name. never will Juan-my brotheri
Iknowit! Tina TX heaven! | know it now y
And he threw his arms around the artists
neck, and wept tears Of joy upon his bosom.
But great anxiety was still giving him
| unrest.
"Now, tell me-" he said, when he had
| arisen from the warm embrace, and wiped
the tears from his eyes, "how did the vii
lain, who has for so long time-for years
-persOnated yourself, gain the information
tina enabled him to do it, o my soul! his
very face-his every look, and every tone
his features and his formal all, should
have told me he was never Farnese! But,
tell me, how did he do itf"
my dear brother" replied Juan, having
seated himself on the edge of his narrow
pale after the Duke had resumed his seat,
THANK kind fortune, and keen remem-
brance of faces. and facts. | am able to tell
you the whole story. The first time set
ewes on the Marqus-so let US call MN Ior