Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-02-11

Prince Raoem1 84g aS8olase On
bis lofty balcony at Florence and
curaed things generally. Fate had
indeed dealt hardly with the young
The Prince had been misled by
the apparent reasonableness Of the
adage that il You want thing well
done you should do it yourself. In
committing q murder it 10 always
to have some one else to
do it for you, but the Princes
plans had been several times inter-
fered with by the cowardice or in
efficiency Of his emissaries /; so on
one unfortunate occasion ne had
determined to remove an objections
ble man with his own hand, and re-
allied then how easily mistakes
may oecur.
He had met the man face to face
under q corner lamp in Venice.
The recognition was mutual, and
the mXn. fearing his noble enemy,
had fed. The Prince pursued, and
the man apparently tried to double
npon him, aud, with his cloak over
his face, endeavored to sneak past
along the dark wall. The Prince
deftly Eau the dagger into his vi
tails. His Highness was appalled,
to see that he had assassinated o
scion of one OF the noblest families
of Venice, which sas very different
from murderiIg 9 Q maa of low de-
gree. whose life .Sse law tesS little
note of.
So the Prince had 20 Zee from
Venice, and he took 20 MS resi-
dence in q narrow street in &n oo-
scure part Of Florence.
On this particular evening the
Princess somber lneditations we're
interrupted by song. The song
apparently came from the same
building in which his suit of rooms
were situated, and from an open
window some distance below him.
What caught his attention was the
fact that the song was Venetian,
and the voice that sang it was the
rich, mellow voice Of Venice
There were other exiles, then be-
sides himself. He peered over the
edge of the balcony perched like an
eagles nest high above the narrow
stone street, and endeavored to To-
cate the open window from which
the song came, or, better still, to
catch a glimpse of the singer.
For time he was unsuccessful,
but at last his patience was reward
I'd. On balcony to the right and
some distance below his own there
the most beautiful girl
even he had ever seen. The dark,
oval face was SO distinctly Venetian
that he almost persuaded himself
he had met her in his native town.
'Pietro,' he whispered softly
through his own open windows to
the servant who was moving silent
ly about the room, fcome here for a
quietly The servant
came stealthily to the edge Of the
window. you see that girl on the
lower balcony said the Prince, in
\ whisper. Pietro nodded. Find
put for me who she is-why she is
here-whether she has any friends.
Do it silently, so as to arouse no
Again the faithful ser
rant nodded and disappeared into
The gloom Of the room.
Next day Pietro brought to his
Eager master what information he
had been able to glean. He had
succeeded in forming the acquain-
tance of the signorina's maid.
For some reason, which the maid
either did not know or would not
the signorina was exiled
for time from Venice. She be-
longed to q good family there, but
the name Of the family the maid re-
fused to divulge. They had been
in Florence for several weeks, but
had only taken the rooms below
within the last two days. The ng-
norma received absolutely no one,
and the maid had been cautioned
to say nothing whatever about her
to any person but she had appar-
emily succumbed In O measure TO
the Establishments Of gallant Pie
tro.
That evening the Prince was
upon his balcony, but his thoughts
we're not 80 bitter a. they had been