The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-05-20

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of member the committee having that
especial work in charge shall make out and
publish as full and complete record of the
life of the deceased as the material at hand
will permit"
Steffano thanked the man for the infor-
nation he had vouchsafed He said,
further, that he could now understand the
matter, and it met his hearty approval.
From the office of the intendant the Mar
quis made his way to one of the upper
chambers, where games of hazard were
played, and found it unoccupied. Here he
sat down and thought. His brow was dark
and furrowed; his lips tightly compressed;
his large, coarse hands clenched, while his
eyes, with baleful light, seemed searching
for something afar off. AT length his
thoughts found words.
81 cannot be mistaken. 1t is he-aliye-
living here in Parma; and-heavensl how
do l know that he is not on my tracks Yet
| do not think he knows me-he could have
never known me. Though | saw and
knew him, doubt If he ever set eyes on
me. "
Here he lapsed into silence for a time.
while he arose from his seat, and paced to
and fro across the floor. Presently terrific
iInprecation burst from his lips, and his eyes
flashed black vengeance.
1.-THE matador betrayed mel" he NUT
tered. HE lied to mel o! if | could but
see himl But to what end' He would lie
again, and | should be none the better eff.
Ali Mark! That should be Denaro's voice.
Aye, and so it isl"
Now" shifting his hand upon his
breast, good fortune attend mel What
shall dos This painter is dangerous! He
must be put out of the way, at any cost
must give me aid. Mol l think | can find
a way.
''Guiseppe!" he cried, as the Count en-
tered the room where he was, "Iheard your
voice, and was just coming i'll search of
you. You are the very man | wished to
See"
Then our wishes were alike" returned
Denaro, as he took the others extended
hand, ''for you are the very man | have
been in search of for half an hour at least"
"Well, here we are, and alone and not
likely TO be interrupted before dark"
"Do you realize, SteTdno, that it is almost
dark even nowl"
''I faithl So it is. But never mind
that. Tell me for what you have been seek
ing mo-"
The Count Shutdown and brushed his hand
across his brow and over his eyes He was
evidently in trouble. His brow, usually
fair and open, was gloomy and contradicted,
with deep lines above the bridge of the
nose, his cheeks hotly flushed, and his lips
quivering
"Dear Marquis" he said, when his com
panion had seated himself by his side,
"you must not laugh at me, for / tell you
my heart is sore. Oh! if you could know
how love the Princess Isabelp
He was not looking toward his friend, so
did not see the curl of contempt that
played around his sensual lips nor the
CLEAN of hate that shot forth from his SIMS
ter eyes.
"My love for her" he went on, with a
passionate wringing of his hands, 'has be-
come a madness If l should lose her, L
should not prize life another hour"
"My dear Giuseppe, you must not lose
her. The Duke favors your suit; and-but
my assistance you do not want"
Eyes, yes, Steffanop' the Count ex-
may help me much. know you will give
them to me-"
"Of course, 1 will. Command me, in
any way you please, and / will serve you if
can. And now, old fellow, tell me what
is the particular burden on your mind at the
present timer
''Steffanow the Count returned, after a
slight hesitation, as though he ought TO feel
ashamed of the confession he was about to
make, 81 saw the Princess go into Zanonis
rooms this noon. 1t was but few min
utes past meridian. ] know, because looked
at my watch. | saw her when she entered
the vestibule of the house. and | saw her
when she came forth. How long do you
suppose she remained thereN
Probably, most of the afternoon"
"Why do you say thatF'
Because | saw her, with old Madelon,
going toward the palace, just before 1 came
in here. | was on the opposite side of the
way, but | saw them very plainlyn
NVaS won did And thew had inst nop1o
from the painters studio. In heavens
name, Marquis what does it mean? Can
YOU believe it possible that she can have
become infatuated with his pale, hypocrti-
cal faceN
'There is one thing can believe" Stef-
fano said, looking his companion straight
in the eye; II believe that Juan Zanoni,
poor and proud, with ambition far above
his station, has his greedy eyes fixed upon
not only the beautiful Princess, but also
upon the wealthy heiress. l have thought
so ere this, and now am sure of it, Aye,
and l will tell you one thing more; know
Isabel di Varona. She is as romantic as she
is lovely. SIZE is fond of poetry, and of
poets. L verify believe, if Virgil could have
lived in our time and she could have
known him, she would have thrown herself
into his arms if he had been as old as her
grandsire and as ugly as a ghoul And did
been told that he has written verses that
have received high commendation from the
holy fathers of San Herculanus.n
'Steffanol Steffano'' tho poor Count
cried, in an agony of torture. what can l
dol Will you advise me! If we could open
the eyes of the Dukel But we cannot.
He is blind. If this thing goes on he may
get his picture, but he viii lose his fair
ward.n
The Marquis arose from his seat and took
a turn across the room. Finally he stopped
before his friend aud said:
Giuseppe, it is growing dark, and they
will soon be here to light the lamps.
Listen TO me: We must find proof of
what we fear. That first, and then we can
act understandingly. l have plan in
mind. Shall you be at the palace this even
ingp
Duke"
"All right. Look to it that you do not
fail Mol Ask me nothing now. You will
see for yourself in good time.
"And now, my dear Count, let us adjourn
to the reiectory. Our steward has received
a fresh supply Of our favOrite Lachrymd
Christi. Ohol What rare old monk he
must have been whose inspiration gave us
that name"
ITO BE CONTINUED
l Told You So.
Mr.. f. A. Ireland, Of Breen, Phillips &
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