The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-08-17

desperate about this miserable money.
/ wish you would go to the Via Pales'
tro and ask for Mr. Leighton.
Giacinta went, and returned in floods
of tears. Mr.. Leighton had heen ar
rested that morning. The pad"ona
said he was such a nice, open-handed
gentlemen; there must be some mon
strous mistake about it all.
Natalia seized pen and paper, and
sent Giacinta to the Bargello with a
tear-stained note declaring her belief
| in his, Philips, entire innocence, ana
her shame at her uncle's conduct.
Philip,in durance vile, poured out as
much of his soul as the back OF an old
play-bill would hold, in reply.
Thus these two lovers-for the cruel
ty of the tyrant uncle had reused in
both young hearts this consuming pas
sion were made to suffer, each for the
distress OF the other, in hopeless un-
certainty.
The third day of Philips bondage, a
Young woman, with a handkerchief
bound over one eye, presented herself
at the Palazzo Roselli and asked for
the young contessa.
"They tell me a young English sig
norino is in prison for stealing the
contessa's money" she began. Per
haps they will let him free if 1 tell
what I saw on Thursday night when
the money was taken.
aA,lV hat did yop see? Tell me every
Dried featalia, eagerly. A'ts'
"I'm chambermaid in the house
heross the street. A bad headache was
on me on Thursday night; couldn't
sleep, and came to the window for
fresh air. saw two men prop a lad
der against your window. One man
was big, brawny, evil-looking fellow;
the other was lame.'
''This lame man, was he old or
Young?"
"Old, signorina, with one shoulder
higher than the other"
''Paolo!" said Natalia, under her
breath; "My intuition was right. Go
on-what happened then?"
1.-The big man began climbing the
ladder. l thought it all looked sus-
picious, and slipped out of my room
to give the alarm. 1t was dark as
pitch in the corridor, and l fell down
stairs, giving my head a furious blow
on the stone stairs. | was wild and
wandering like till yesterday, because
of this wound on my head. To-day |
remember everything, and thought it
right to tell the signorina contessa.
May the Madonna strike NE dead if
what say is not true"
With all possible haste Natalia dis
patched man of the law to Libro
Aperto to question Paolo, the farm
servant. Paolo was accused of the
theft, frightened into full confession
of his guilt, and the greater portion of
the money was recovered.
Philip, upon his release from prison,
learned from Italian friends the history
of the Roselli family.
Tie young contessa was considered
lite less than an angel by those who
kew her we'll.
"Poor child" continued Philips in
lIormant, ''she hasn't friend or pro-
.tector on earth but that faithful old
nurse, Giacinta. Her uncle is q hard,
cruel man, and the rest of the family
are all gone. There is barely enough
money left to keep this young contessa,
the last of a long and noble line, from
actual want. The big polazzo has the
name of being haunted, and they can't
get a tenant for any of the scores of
rooms. wish some prince would fall
in love with the contessina and give
her the surroundings she deserves"
81 wonder if poor artist would do
instead" thought Philip, as he betook
himself to the Palazzo Roselli.
A week later the poor artist, poorer
in his own estimation than in reality,
offered himself heart and soul to his
beautiful patrician mistress.
my darling Romeo, could not live
without you," was her shy response to
his pleading. Lucy Blake, in Leslie's
Illustrated Newspaper.