The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-02-03


AZ the foot Tommasino and Mar
folo awaited him; and when he came
down alone, NIartolo again signed the
cross; but ToGnnaaS1lno glanced one ques-
non, and, finding answer in Antonio 5
nod, struck his open palm on the quar-
terS of Duke Paul's horse and set it
Tree to go where it would; and the
morse, being free, started at a canter
adong the road TO the city. And An
tonic mounted and set his face again
toward the hills. For awhile he rode
alone in front but when an hour was
gone, he called TO Tommasino. and on
the lad Joining him, talked with him not
Bayly indeed Chat could not be-, yet
TFIdh calnauess and cheerfulnesSs on the
matters that concerned the band. But
PauPs name did not cross his lips,
and the manner in which he had dealt
with Paul on the hill rested unknown
until a latter time, when Count AM
tonic formally declared it and wrote
with his. own hand how Duke Paul had
died. Thus then, Count Antonio rode
hack to the hills, having executed in
the Body Of Paul that which seemed
70 him right and just.
Long had Duke Valentine waited for
his brother in the summer house, and
greatly wondered that QlIe came not.
And as the morning grew and yet Paul
came not, the duke feared in some
manner Antonio had detected the
L
oner, for it did not enter the dukes
mind that Antonio would dare to kin
mis- brother. And when it was O'Clock
the duke, heavy-eyed for want of
sleep, left the summer house, and,
having traNersed the garden, entered
his cabinet and flung himself on a
couch there. and. Notwithstanding his
uneasiness for his brother, being now
Very droWsy. he fell asseep. But before
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two of his pages, who ran i'm crying
that Duke PaulS horse had come rid
erless to the gate Of the city. And the
duke spraug up shifting his thigh, and
crying: If harm has come to him /
will not rest until I have Antonio's
head" So ne mustered a party of his
guards. some on horseback and some
on foot, and passed with all speed out
of the city, seeking his Brother, and
ToWing vengeance on the insolence of
Count Antonio.
But the duke was not first out of the
city, for he found a stream of towns
men hocking across the bridge, and at
The end Of the bridge was a gathering
of men huddled close round, a peasant,
who stood i'm. the center. The pikemen
made way for his highness, and
when the peasant saw him, and rest
ing his hand on the neck of the dukes
horse, as though he could scarcely
stand alone. he cried, pointing with
his hand to the hill that rose to the
west: The Duke Paul! The Duke
Paul.' and no more could he say.
Give him a horse, one of you, and
let another lead it, cries the duke.
and forward. gentlemen whittier he
points"
Thus they set forth, and as on they
went, the concourse grew, some over
taking them from the city, some who
were going on business or for their
pleasure into the city, turning and fol-
lowing after the duke and his COM
pany. 50 that a multitude went after
Valentine and the peasant, and they
rode together at the head. And the
duke said thrice to the peasant:
what of my brother?" but the pea
SAINT who was an old man, did but
point again to the hill.
At the foot of the hill all that had
horses left them in charge of the boys
who were Of the party, for the duke,
presagfng some fearful thing would
suffer none but grown men to mount
with him. And thus they went for
ward afoot till they reached the grassy
summit of the mill. And then the
peasant sprang in front, crying,
There, therem And all Of them be-
held the body of Duke Paul bound to
the tree by the embroidered scarf, his
head fallen on his breast and the ivory
tablet hanging from the ribbon of the
order Of St. Prisian. And a. great 81
lance fell upon them all, and they
stood gazing at the dead prince.
But presently Duke Valentine went
forward alone, and he lzpelt on one
knee and bowed his head and kissed
his brothers right hand. And a shout
of indignation and wrath went up
from all the crowd, and they cried
Whose deed is this?" The duke
minded them not, but rose to his feet
and laid his hand on the ivory tablet
and he perceived that it was written
by Duke Paul; and he read what Paul
had written to AntoniO,a how that he,
the duke, being dead, Antonio should
come 10 his own again and we'd Lucia,
and hold foremost place in the duchy.
And, this read, the duke read also the
subscription Of Count Antonio:
Witness my hand-Antonio di
Monte Velluto."
Then ne was very amazed, for he
had trusted his brother. Yet he did
not refuse the testimony of the ivory
tablet, nor suspect any guile or deceit
in Antonio as his instrument. And he
stood, dry-eyed, looking on the dead
face Of Duke Paul. And, turning
round, he cried in a loud voice 50
that every man on the hill heard him,
"Behold the body Of a traitor" and
men looked on him, and from him to
the faces of one another, asking what
he meant, But he spoke no other
word, and went straightway down the
hin and mounted his horse again and
rode back to the city, and having come
TO his palace he sent for his little son,
and went with him into the cabinet
behind the great llaH, where the two
stayed alone together for many hours.
And when the child came forth he
asked none concerning his uncle, the
Duke Paul.
Now al the company had followed
down the hill after the duke, and no
man dared to touch the body unbid-
den. Two days passed and a great
storm came so that the rain beat on
PauTs face and the lightning black
ened 1T. But on the third day, when
the storm had ceased, the duke bade
the lieutenant of the guard to go by
night and bring the body of Paul;
and the lieutenant and his men flung
cloak over the face, and having thus
done, brought the body into the city a;
break of day: yet the great square was
full Of folk watching in awe and ST.
lence. And they took the body to the
cathedral and buried it under the wal
on the north side, in the shade of a
cypress tree, laying a plain fiat stone
over it. And Duke Valentine gave great
sums for masses 20 be said for the re-
pose of his brothers soul Yet there are
few men who will go by night to the
alill of Duke Paul, and even now wher
I write there is a man in the city who
has lost his senses and is an idiot; he
they say, went to the hillSon the might
of the 18th Of the month wherein Pau
died and came hack 1ollr1l11iIe7 r1ni11