Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1899-10-05
CHAPTER XXXTII.

To this day, in the great cemetery of
San Lorenzo, at Rome, people show
the grave of the beautiful lady who
died at the Palazzo Giorni and whose
husband sorroWed so deeply that he
became i'll, and nearly lost his life
There is a fair white marble monu-
ment and it tells the age and name
of the Inflated lady who sleeps be-
meath. Years afterwards, when the
sad story was fading in mems minds
there came one day to the grave a
young English officer. He had travel
ed from Canada, he said; and the
guide who took him to the cemetery
saw him lay his head down upon the
marble, while deep, bitter sobs shook
his frame.
BERTHE Bohun never forgot Lady
Lynne; no other woman's face ever
charmed him. He never spoke of love
again; his heart was buried in the
grave of the beautiful brilliant girl
who had remembered his love in the
last and most bitter hour of her life
Never had any event caused a great
er sensation than the sudden death
of Lord Lynne's young wife The
Palazzo Giorni was thronged with
visitors, callers, and friends Agatha
Lynne saw but one, and that was the
Count Rinaldo. She gave orders that
If he called, she wished to see him:
and he was hown into the darkened
room where she sat. He was pale and
agitated
Miss Lynne" he said, in low
voice, Il dare scarcely ask can this
sad news be true?'
1T is true, Count Montalti," she re-
piled. who should know it better than
yourself? You hunted her to DEATH
| will give her last message to you,
and then never let me see you more.
For your own base and cowardly sake,
you will keep my poor sisters secret
Its betrayal will harm no one but
yourself. She is safe out of the reach
of all the harm your slanderous words
can do her"
He listened White she repeated the
words Inez had written. The power
of speech seemed to have left him. He
had, in his mercenary schemes, pushed
his cruelty and persecution too far,
and they had recoiled upon himself.
Agatha Lynne spoke but few words
to him; they were what a good spirit
might have used but they were
spoken in vain
His schemes and plans were over;
the fate of the wicked was upon him.
Co where he would, do what he might,
the face of the girl he had deceived
and hunted to death haunted him. He
tried everything,-h plunged into
mad scenes of the widest dissipation,
he sought refuge in the haunts of
the gay and worldly; but all in vain.
Sleeping or waking, by night or day,
he saw that face. There was no OBJ
livion for him. He left Rome before
the funeral of Lady Lynne took place
Three years afterwards Agatha read
in one of the French daily journals a
short paragraph, which told of the
death of Count Rinaldo Montalti. He
died. stabbed in a quarrel which took
place in a Partisan gambling-house
and Lady Lynne was avenged.
After her interview with him was
ended, and he had left her presence
frightened and subdued, Agatha went
TO the room where her sister lay. She
knelt by her side, and kissed the colo
lips, murmuring the while that she
had done her bidding, and would keeI
her secret Well Agatha never gazet
upon that beautiful face again: it was
hidden from all eyes.
1t was on a bright sunny day tina
Lady Lynne was laid to rest in tn,
cemetery of San Lorenzo. Those wht
saw Lord Lynne then barely recog
nized him; he could not recover from
the shock. He could not endure tn
sight or the name Of the place wher
he had lost her. Two days after tn
funeral he left Rome, and went, h
hardly knew whittier.
Society had received a shock in tn
death of its most brilliant ornament
But no stranger perhaps felt NOR
sympathy with the bereaved househol
than did good Mrs. CALDWELL Sh
discussed the event in all its bearing
with Mrs. Goodwin, who had change
places with her, and was now patron
lied instead of patronizing.
There were mourning and lamen
tation in the old Hall of Lynnewold
when the tragic fate of it's young mis-