Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-10-22

forward to the window, where he re-
mains listening. AS they are directly
underneath, he can hear every word
that passes between them distinctly, by
the sound borne upward Words do
pass between them, the Specification Of
which not only startles him, but causes
the blood to run in quick current
through his veins. The first reaching
his ears are:
Il tell you, she's mad jealous, friend
Tomasso; jealous as a she-tigress.
And certainly not without reason. The
capo has set his eyes upon a girl-a
new sweetheart-and where he sets his
eyes he won't be long before laying
his hands-not he, Corvino."
But who is the girl. Giovanni?
never heard that"
mo! have; by chance, though.
overheard the chief speaking of her to
his pet pair, Giacomo and the Smash
er. You remember that mountain viii
lage-over the Roman frontier-where
we were disturbed in our dancing by a
report that the soldati were upon us?"
Val di Orno?"
Henry Harding gives a start, then
stands listening with all ears.
Eyes, that's the name," rejoins Clio
vanni. Il had forgotten it."
We'll, what if it is?" asks the other
in a tone telling of something more
than Impotence. What were you
going to say of Val di Orno?"
"That there dwells the damsel whose
face has fired Corvino. And no COM
mon sweetheart she-no contadina or
village maiden. Who do you think she
is"
II haven't thought. Who?"
"The daughter of Sindico; he Of
Val di Orno! By name Francesca Tor
reani."
This time Henry Harding does not
start. That already heard had half
prepared him for what he hears now.
The sweet face in the balcony! 1t was
no fancy, his thought Of having seen
it before-for though not in the flesh
he had on plate of ivory-a minia-
ture portrait.
He remains silent; the only sound
within his cell, the dull, heavy beating
of his heart. 1t is Tomassao who next
speaks, simply exclaiming: Poor
Torreani!"
The commiserating speech, but more
its tone, strikes pleasantly on the ear
of the Englishman. There is mercy in
Tomasso, and where there Is that.
there may be hope.
'sPoor Toreani?" echoes the other.
evidently surprised. why do you say
that, comrade?"
Because l pity him."
For what, pray?"
"Oh! you needn't ask. You know,
well as l."
"But why do you take such an inter-
est in him?"
THAT, Giovanni, you can't under
stand-wouldn't if l told you. I may
give you a hint, however; since you've
been my friend-I may say the only
one here with whom 1 care to have
confidence-both of us a little differ
ent from the rest. You've no doubt
~ 7 i1,orso tori
have to my cost; since it's from be-
longing to it I've become a bandit
Outlawed and chased, hunted like a
wolf l had no other chance for the
saving of my skin. Well, the Signor
Francesca Torreani's one of us-a
leader. That's why feel for him.
20 yes, see." gravely responds Gil
ovanni. But it's no use. The capo
has set his heart on having that girl,
and he'll have her, sure. King Fran
els himself couldn't keep her out of his
clutches. He's been to Val di Orno
twice since that night-so Giacomo
told me. And like enough that's where
he's gone now. Corpo di Bacco! l
shouldn't be surprised if this time he
brings the signorina along with him!
She will be our new chieftainess; and
then the old one II be compelled to
abdicate, or as the sailors say, walk the
plank. Bat come, campagnol we've
been here long enough. Just possible
Corvino may be coming back tonight,
and no knowing the hour. If he should
send the signal down, and We not out
to answer it, we'd have to suffer some
thing worse than chilly wind. He'd
make it hot for US. l warrant"
That's wue.p assents Tomasso.
But it's piercing cold outside for all;
and / don't see why we we should both
starve at the same time, since there's
way to avoid it propose a COM
promise"
.I1l be only too glad to hear of it, ;"
rejoins Giovanni Let me know
what's your scheme"
Simply for one to keep watch, while
the other stays here by the warm fire.
There's no need for us both keeping
our ears on the stretch. If the capo
should snund the signal one can hear