Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-09-28
Story OF A MANS HEART.
Written by Alexandra Dumas. Enol;sh
Adaptation by Emile Dufais.
CHAPTER II.-Cont,uu..,.

0A AGA discontinued.
a lew weeks sutficed for Lucien tn
Pu. MS analrs In order, to take the
daughters place and walk beside Mon.
sieur Duclos as the old father ho,vad
in sorrow and despair. followed h;s
wlfe'a remains to their last ras+;nn
place, for Madame Duclos had never
raised her head after Madeleine,s
nlgnt, and to execute his last will and
testament, for Lucien realized to it's
1ullest extent the risk he would take
Wnen ne entered the land of the still
etto, bent upon executing a vengeance
that must betray itself in every motion.
IN every glance. 1t would be very nos
sloie that Angelo should know quite as
Wen now to guard his plumber as he did
TO remove it from under the very ewes
OF the lover. And yet how would he
ever know that Lucien Barthelemy was
standing in front of him about to raise
an avenglng arm to strike him down
with the force of thunderbolt?
HIS own mother would have had diff
nculty to see in this pale, smooth-faced.
whlte-halred man the specimen. of
glorious manhood she had left behind
her. So long as Madeleine did not
near his voice, she, too, would never
dream that this was the man she had
so deeply wronged, SO lightly aban-
doned. She had only known the beard
ed face: she had no knowledge of the
countenance that lay beneath the
beard. His plan was, therefore, to
follow boldly after the fugitives with
out meditating any further disguise
than that which nature had provided
for him.
But 1t proved to be no easy task to
come upon trace Of them. Upon re-
turning to Italy, Liverino had tray
eled under an assumed name, and a
month elapsed before Lucien was ena-
b!ed to discover his whereabouts, but
his zeal and intelligence triumphed at
last Angelo and Madeleine were
traced from Venice to Florence. from
Florence to Rome, and from Rome to
Naples. Here they disappeared so
completely that Lucien was quite per-
|suaded that they had left the city by
water = probably taken passage for
America. By this time the new scenes
and new faces, the glory of Italian
skies and the melody of the Italian
tongue, had begun to work change in
Lucien. Strange fate that had led
him into land which was serving to
aggravate rather than cure his malady;
for at times, with a desire that knew
y
child who had been snatched away from
him, and who now in his pilgrimage
through this southland would fit so
delightfully."- in his poets and scholars
heart.
While wandering about the streets
one evening, peering into every face,
measuring every form that passed him,
he strOlled into wine shop and sat
down at one OF the tables, when SID
denly smothered cry of rage escaped
his lips. Angelo Liverino had entered
the place in company with several
friends, and taken seats at another
table. The hour was late. Angelo
and his companions, although already
inflamed with liquor, summoned the
keeper of the wine shop, and noisily
demanded to be served at once. The
man, apparently afraid lest the good
name of his place would suffer from
the outbreak OF a midnight brawl,
vainly endeavored to quiet them, and
consented at last to furnish them with
wine.
Sing! Sing! Angelo:" cried the 9TH
ers, and in compliance with the demand
Liverino let out his glorious voice to
its fullest diapason. It was made more
tender and sympathetic by the glow
and as Lucien listened his heart for an
instant softened against this hated RI
val, and he comprehended what world
of difference there was between the
monotonous melody of the spoken voice
and the delicious sweetness of song
Nth its mysterious power to touch the
souls of mOrtals, and he saw how poorly
equipped he had gone into loves arena
as compared with Angelo.
Still listening, his head sank upon
his breast, and a disappointment so
deep and SO tragical filled his heart
that it seemed as if he must sit there
and die, and that as his soul winged it's
way heavenward Angeles voice would
be poured upon it like celestial balm,
and all the hurt from the lost love
would be healed.
In spite of the entreaties OF the pro-
prietor, the jewellers now went from
bad to worse, and it seemed as if their
wrangling must soon bring about de-
scent of the police agents. One, Pletro,
with inhamed visage and wild tongue,
summoned Angelo to sing q leWd bal