The Iola register., 1891-04-17
ewes wfth an anmIrab1y releneu s1pres.

| eyes with an aQmira0ly 1elgned express
sion of shocked alarm.
"0ur lady and the saints forgive your
| he exclaimed piously, ''for thinking that
| /, an honest marinaro, would accept ons
baiocco from an accursed brigandI II,
| luck would follow me ever afterl Nay,
| day; there has been a mistakes; / know
| nothing of Carmelo Neri, and hope the
saints will grant that l may never meet
him.
He spoke with so much apparent sim
cerity that the officers in command were
evidently puzzled, though the fact
of their being so did not de-
ter them from searching the
brig thoroughly. Disappointed in their
expectations, they questioned all on
board, including myself, but were of
course unable to obtain any satisfactory
replies. Fortunately they accepted my
costume as a sign of my trade, and
Though they glanced curiously at my
white hair, they seemed to think there
was nothing suspicious about me. After
a few more elusive compliments and
civilties on the part of the captain,
they took their departure, completely
baf1led, and quite convinced that the in
formation they had received had been
~
were out of sight, the merry Andrea ca
pered on his deck like child in play
ground, and snapped his fingers def
antlY.
"Per Baccor' he cried ecstatfcally,
"they should as soon make priest tell
confessional secrets as force me,
honest Andrea Luziani, to betray man
who has given me good cigars! Let
them run back to Gaeta and hunt in
every hole and corner! Carmelo may
rest comfortably in the MontemaggiOre
without the shadow of gendarme to
disturb him! All, signore!'-for l had
advanced to bid hii.I farewell-'I am
truly sorry to part company with youl
You do not blame mo for helping away
a poor devil who trust. me?''
Not IL l answered him heartily.
'On the contrary, | " AOuld there were
more like you, Addlp! and with this" |
here l gave him the passage money we |
had agreed upon, 'acceF. my thanks. 1
shall not forget your Il ndnesS-if yoe |
ever need friend, send Tor me-"
But" he said, with baive mingling |
of curiosity and timidity, chow can | do |
that if the signore does n1t tell me his |
name?'
night / knew it would be necessary to |
take different name, and l had, re-
resolved on adopting that of a school .
friend, boy to whom / had been pro-
foundly attached in my earliest youth,
and who had been drowned before my
eyes while bathing in the Venitian Lido.
So | answered Andrea's question at once
and without effort.
ASK for the Count CeSare Olivia"
said. 81 shall return to Naples shortly,
and should you seek me, you will find
ne there"
The SiciIian doffed his cap and saluted
ne profoundly.
81 guessed WELL" he remarked smil-
ngly, that the Signor Contes hands
we're not those of coral fisher. Oh, yesl
l know a gentleman when l
tee him-though we Sicilians say we are
Ill gentlemen. 1t is a good boast, but,
ilas! not always true! A rivederci, Sig
Tor. Command me when you will am
Iour servantl''
Pressing his hand, sprang lightly
rom the brig on to the quay.
"a riverderci!' / called to him.
Again, and yet agakl, a thousand
hankSI''
''Oh! tropp'onore, signore-tropp'o-
lore!" and thus | left him, standing still
)areheaded on the deck ef his little ves-
el, with kindly light on his brown
ace like the reflection of fadeless sum
)eam. Good hearted, merry rogue!
His ideas of right and wrong were oddly
nixed-yet his lies were better than
many truths told US by our candid
riends-and you may be certain the
great Recording Angel knows the differ
,nCe between lie that saves and the
ruth that kills, ard metes out heavens
'eward or punishment accordingly.
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