Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-11-05
CHAPTER LvII.
EyIVA GARIBALDI!

authoritative possession. At any other
time the sight might cause. him sur
prise. But not now; for he has just
heard of his terrible bereavement, and
Is too painfully excited to feel surpris-
ed at anything Nor yet has he had the
particulars OF the sad tale, but is hast
ening inside to hear them from Beppa.
He is about to pass the two men
without interrogating them, when one
Of them stepping forward, whispers a
word in his ear
"Ha! you, Tomasso!" he exclaims,
recognising one he believed to nave
sealed from Freedoms cause, fallen far
below that.
eyes" answers the ex-bandit. Ills
WHATS left of me-"
.'How came you to be here! heard
',
at pray you, Signore, don't speak OF
the past. There's enough in the pre-
sent and the future-yours and mine
to Occupy US. How | come to be mere,
and why, needs more than two words
to tell, and, think, would better be
told inside the house
"Enterl May ask who is the young
gentleman? He appears to be OF your
company"
"That will inform you, Signor Tor
reani," interpues the Englishman,
speaking for himself, as he presents the
long-detained letter of introduction.
cts from your son, Luigi"
Come in.'' says the Sindico, hur-
riedly passing through the porch. TIL
read it inside
The three enter Beppa shutting the
door behind them, and leaving the
street people in a maze of conjectural
mystery.
Scarce a second does the Sindico
consume in reading Lugi's letter. The
bereaved father has other things to
concern him-thoughts that excuse GER
emonious courtesy. He but grasps the
hand of his sons friend; then listens
to his tale of captivity and escape hur-
riedly told; and after it to the scheme
they had conceived for rescuing his
OWE daughter, by appealing to the peo-
pie.
mo need for that" he rejoins, to
the establishment of both. mo need to
ask the aid of my fellow townsmen-
and thank Heaven there isn't. Before
we could muster dozen men there will
be a hundred here. And better ones
not cowardly or wavering, but brave,
and staunch as steel"
.Who?" asks Temasso, excitedly.
"Gli Liberatori!"
His listeners start, with difficulty re-
straining shout of joy. Nor is there
need they should an instant longer, for
almost in continuation Torreani adds
"There! That tramp! IT'S they" as
he speaks making for the door, the
others after him.
AS they step out into the porch they
behold a spectacle somewhat different
from any yet presented in that place,
with it's rapid changing panoramas.
Up the center of the street men are
marching, filed two and two, the rank
extended beyond the verge of vision.
The torches still in the hands of the
citizens show them to be stalwart fei-
lows with proud step and fearless faces.
Some of the crowd have caught word
what they are and say: "Gli bravi vol
ontieri!' He at their head is conspic-
uous: not from any distinction of dress
or superior adornment Like the rest,
he is attired in a suit of scarlet flannel,
with dark colored trousers, thrust into
boots below But his grand bearing,
above all, his bright, cheerful counter
ance. sumlimed with the light Of Lib
erty, proclaims him no ordinary per-
son-nio common captain of volunteers.
"Who is he?" asks the Englishman,
speaking to Tomasso and the Sindico,
who both seem to know. But before
either can give response he gets it from
the street, the people uttering "evivas"
and coupling them with a name, then
beginning to be heard of, but since
known over the earth--Garibaldi!
'.Eviva, Garibaldi, bravi volontieri!"
olive ever, Garibaldi, and his brave
volunteers.)
Quick as sparks the words go round,
explaining their presence there. Rome
has fallen, or rather risen from her long
debasement, and is now enfranchised-
free. The Triumvirate rules in the
seven-hilled city.
The great event is but a day or two
old, and Garibaldi with his red-shirts is
still securing the country around, to
Z gobble up the outlying detachments Of
the enemy.
Guardiola and his soldiers are COM
pletely taken by surprise and they sur
render.
While this latest incident is trans
piring on the street, inside the osteria