The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1894-08-25

perfumO.laden flowers 70 nm upper 2al'
leFy. where the croupteE 2ractousIy bade
the Don enter his apartments.
Some simple food and wins vera
brought These Don Enrique at frst
refused, now agbast at hls attempt upon
his own llfo, bowildered by the strange.
mess oil his cotnpaniOn's conduct aud
speechlea,ly awaiting some word OF ex'
planation.
with a kindly Shrug aud a winning
smilo. "a mans empty stomach
should mover DO talked To. Eat drink.
Then you will again beeome reason
able being"
The would.be suicide complied me-
chanically enough. But the diplomatic
croupier was right. Ho touched boil.
A Young woman with dark, rostleas
eyes and sweet, but hunted, haunted
face, whom ho called GriGeldA. brought
more wine and fow cigars. The place
soon took on the GLOW OF comfort and
good fellowship. Don Enrique could
bear tho myatory no longer. HO said
impuisivciy:
''senor, friend and stranger, no words
can express my sonso Of thankfnlnesS
and humiliation; thankiulnoss for your
interference In so degrading an attempt
upon my own life, humiliation at my
utter poWorIoesness TO requite you.
Gratitude IL indeed q sorry coin with
out the royal Bignet Of power behind 1t.
/ am shorn OF all power. aAn homo
loss, obioctlOss. ruinOd mani!
''You arc not, Don Enrique. soy
you are notl" returned tho csoupior
warmly. "You arc heir 10 great estates
Ia Arragon. You havO youth and conr.
age, grand courage, SENIOR" he con.
t!nuod, with meaning look, "as We OF
Don Carlos cabelloria know to our loss,
from your heroic charge in the canon
beyond tho Ebro."
"You woro a soldicr. thcn7" OK.
claimed Don Enrique, spsinginE TO. his
feet and approaching his new'tound
friepd.
The croupicr nodded gravoiy.
"And not a-a-W
"Loathsolne cronpior Of Monte Carroll"
finished the other with q dark look in
his face.
"No; and yOs;" no added lightly after
n little time. mo, Us to my past. Yes,
rs TO my present"
"Iimploro you to reveal yonr true
character, my moro than friendW
The croupior aroae and goutly forced
Don Enrique into his scat Tho action
had delicate protest in itthat command.
ed obligation; and it Ind obligation in
1t which limited Of command.
40 reveal ones truO character is
sometimes moro than tho greatest will
do, senior. | am only another Quo
ruined by tho fortunes Of war. That ia
all. Since you. Don Enrique. endorsed
me at tho head Of my command at
Ebro, and rode over my wounded body,
aud since my lender, Don Carlos, is
fugitive In France, 10 croupier dc
Monte Carlo is tito which at least
gives me bread. The other" and hero
he turned his face away for moment,
"cannot do even so much as that!"
"And that title waa-T
"Count BAIL do Orense, at your sor-
vicol"
Don Enrique flow to tho man and
ciasped him in his arms. A thousand
rocollectiohs Of bravo tales OF the house
OF Osenses, told him ut his fathers
knoe, flooded upon him. Tho sonso OF
his great obligation to one 80 reduced;
tho emotions of brave soldier who
meets in dolor and loss former fear.
lees antagonist; the apparent magnan-
unity, noble philosophy and Silent sui-
fcrings OF ono who could himself roach
no greater depths of misfortune; in
deed, ovcry high, chivalrous thought
which could prompt trust, admiration
and gratitude swept over him; and ii
was no mean thing that he wept.
Count. We aro brothers forever.
moro" criod Don Enrique.
"With oil my heart--amenl !" respond.
cd Count Basil with gfoat solemnity;
bat with sudden start, for something
like sigh camc from behind the sway.
ing cortina, followed by tho rustic Of a
woman's gown.
With excuses, Count Basil stepped
hastily to the gallory. Had not hia
guests overwhelming bcwildorment at
hisown changing fortunes rendered him
oblivious, he would have heard the
sound OF sharp scutilc and blow, and
low voice full OF deadly menace, hiss
ing OF some detected listening culprit:
"Begonc you witch! or I'll grind your
itching Gypsy oarsand babbling tonguel
Cursed was l when l took you from tho
roads Of Catalonia"
AB tho man who spoke those words
re-entered, his faCo was al! blanduess
and compassion.
"Don Enrique" be resumed with seri.
ousness, there Ia good fortune for you,
but nevermore for mo, beneath this
yery roof. But yesterday, o courier
with escort arrived ut Monte Carlo. 30.
ing related to the serving woman OF this
place, thoy lodge below. Their lido
garrulouaness made 1t easy, and rs
evonts have proven, wise, for mo TO
know that thia very courier was In
search Of maynard sou OF a noble
house. That son was rushing headloug
to total ruin ut tho cnbino. l dotor.
mined to sovo him II in my power, and
mako what easily found by this vino.
drinking courier to DO now loaso OF
liie's possibilities, serviceablo to him.
l Jaw by his play tonight that he was
ncar his reckoning. Ho played his last
pcsOta and-losk Do you understand
MOI"
"Maria Purissimal Do you moau-"
'That your father has lot a thy
stream Of his rivera Of gold flow Dur
way-but tiny stream. Don Enrique.
Yet that ami what 1t may furnish, arc
bettor than the pistoletc aud the last
sIcepI"
Don Enrique sat in stupofod silence
at the turn affairs wero taking, Tho
girl, Grisclda, re-ontored in response to
tho coll OF Count Basil. who, indifferent
to her flashing cyOg and crimsonod
forehead, which disclosed that recent
brutal blow bad boon struck, coarsely