The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1889-04-11

uttered yell Of pain.
"Now for the other eye!" Missed out
Buscoli.
"Stop" gasped Andrea; 81 will do
your bidding"
He turned the key in the lock. The
next moment the chevalier pushed the
door back and flung the breathless keeper
into the cell. There he beat him sense
less with his powerful fists and flung him
on the couch. Then he took the keepers
bunch Of keys, put on his hat and left
him in the cell, which he very carefully
locked.
The corridor was dark, and the cheva-
lier carefully groped his way to the stair
case. With noiseless step he reached the
second floor. There sleepy sentinel said
to him:
"Andrea, my good fellow, do not forget
the flask Of wine you promised me-"
The chevalier grunted assent, and de-
scended to the ground floor.
There he was met by the corporal Of
the guard, who was likewise deceived by
the huge bundle Of keys which Buscoli
had in his hand.
Keeper" he said to the Chevalier,
''vALDoSI, THE HANGMAN,
Is waiting for you at the door"
Buscoli nodded his head. Valdoni did
not know him; but he had seen that ter
rible man often enough.
Taking a quick resolution the cheyalier
stepped to the huge front door. He saw
valdoni talking to several officials. 1t
was then eleven O'Clock in the forenoon,
and raining hard. BuscOli stepped up to
Valdoni.
Andrea" he said boldly to the execu-
toner, "wants you to come upstairs. I
just brought him from the head provost,
an order for another little job for you,
Signor Valdoni, Shall l accompany you
upstairs"
Valdoni was completely deceived by
Buscoli's assurance.
mo, no." he said, zone man is enough
at these little private strangulations, my
friend. Where is Andrea?"
"On the third corridor"
"Aha! he told me he would soon have
more work up there"
So saying he went back into the front
door, while the chevalier quickly walked
round the corner. There he threw his
bunch Of keys into the canal. Then he
called a gondolier, and ordered him to
row him to terra firma. He reached the
opposite shore in three-Quarters Of an
hour, and proceeded on foot to the village
Of Mortones, which he reached in the
afternoon.
There he remained at the only tavern
until after dark. He counted his money I;
he had exactly twenty sequins. For one
Of them he purchased peasants suit Of
clothes; then he hired a seat in q cart
bound for Mantua. He arrived there on
the third day, and heard at the tavern
where he took his breakfast that the sem
ate Of Venice had offered reward Of TO-
900 sequins for his apprehension. This
was an enormous reward, and the fugitive
knew at once that, familiar as his features
were to numerous persons in Upper Italy,
he was in imminent peril Of speedy rec
ignition.
At the next table to him sat two re-
cruiting sergeants Of the Duke of Modena.
A sudden thought struck him. What
could be better for him, under the circum.
stances, than to enlist in the small army
Of the Duke Of ModenaP
He spoke TO the sergeants, and they &C
cepted him at once as 4 recruit. He was
then taken before their superior, Lieuten-
ant Monaldi. This Monaldi was q fugi.
tive from Venetian justice, like Buscoli,
and he recognized the latter as soon as he
was brought before him. Monaldi said
nothing about Buscoli's troubles, but the
chevaIier saw at once that the lieutenant
knew all about the offer Of reward, and
that he was cogitating how he himself
might earn It.
In this dire distress Buscoli told the
two sergeants who he was, and that he
suspected treachery on the part Of their
lieutenant. To his great good fortune he
found them to be two good-hearted, hon
est fellows. They promised him their
protection, and told him that II Lieuten-
ant Monaldi should attempt such thing
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