Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-10-06
CHAPTER XIX.
POWER AND POWER.


 The head of the people had for a whole weary day awaited Pietro's return, but in vain. Devoured by anxiety and agitated by that feverish feeling of impatience which renders men accustomed to take the lead in- capable of waiting, he had resolved to set out for the Apennines the next morning and place himself in direct communication with Corcelli. After long conference between the head of the people and Dom Francesco-a confer ence in which they were not able to come to any standing-Masaniello was on the point of setting out from Naples, when our old acquaintance, Conrad, appeared before him.
 'Cheneral," said he, accompanying his words with military salute, 1T haf goot news do dell you"
 "Who are youW asked the fisherman.
 1T am galled Conrad, and as late as yes derday belonged to Gorjelli's band"
 "To Corcellis band! What has become of my sister? What has become of the daughter of the Duke of Arcos7"
 1T hab garried dem off dis morning wid Bietro."
 And where are they now?"
 ''In Nables, Cheneral, in a gabin ov de Marchellina."
 "Come, come, my brave fellowv' said Masaniello as he rushed into the street pre- ceded by the lansquenet
 Conrad proceeded to the sea shore, and, after walking sometime along the beach, reached the f1sherman's hut.
 1t is derel" he said.
 Masaniello's heart beat violently, and his limbs could scarcely support him, as he en- tered the wretched dwelling that he was never destined to inhabit again. Jeanne threw herself into his arms Isabella cast l,I Ioc1- Fv,l1 N% >P love.
 As for Pietro, the poor smuggler, he was worn out with fatigue. As he lay stretched upon coarse mat in one corner of the cabin, he could hardly press the hand Masaniello | held out to him. Thanks, thanks, my brave Pietro!" lnur- murmed the chief of the people, in one of | those tones of voice that proceed direct from 1 the heart.
 He approached the viceroy's daughter, and knelt down before her. He then took | her hand and kissed it. "What have I seen-what have hea:d Masaniello!" said Isabella to him. "Can it be true that at Naples houses have been pillaged | and burned-that nobles have been killed in their own palacesT' The fisherman held down his head. | II have also been informed" continued the Spanish maiden, "that it was you who led on the pillagers, the incendiaries and the | murderersl"
 Dear Isabella"-
 'What" she continued, ''do you wish to dishonor the revolution you have effected to sully the victory the people have achieved, and raise against the Neapolitans the whole of indignant Europe9'
 "Do not judge me without hearing" he replied.
 'Speak, oh, yes, speakr she exclaimed; ''for between you and me there is at present blood, the blood of the dead! You were ever dear to me, Masaniello, but alas at present do not know that you are not odious in my sight"
 ''Odious. do you sayg" asked the young man shuddering mournfully, and passing his hand across his forehead. He then continued as follows: "Senora, am but poor fisher man; have no right to feel indignant as 8 noble viceroy does, who crushes beneath squadrons of cavalry the vulgar rabble that rise up in insurrectionl have incurred your contempt, and should have expected it. dared, III a moment of rage and despair-I, c mere serf, lazarone, dared to meet assasSi nation with murder, dared to reward treach cry with the incendtary's torch"
 Assassination, treasonp exclaimed the young girl "Gracious powers, what has hap pened during my absence; who has betrayed youT'
 "Your fatherl"
 My father attempt to assassinate you? asked the young girl
 "Prince Caraffa, and others whom sus pect, but whom will not name. had two hundred musket shots aimed at me-" replied , Masaniello.
 Unhappy creature that I am!" said th