Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-23

consolatory fashion. So thinks the
| Sindico himself, and after thanking the
padrona for her friendly communica-
ton, and giving directions about, the
charge of his sons effects, he takes de-
parture from the studio. But before
starting back for Val di Orno he ar
ranges with a faithful friend to send
| him tidings of his son, the earliest that
may reach Rome. Returning home
again, he carries the unpleasant intel
| ligence to his daughter; and for more
| than week both are a prey to the
most torturing suspense, their only re-
lief being the hope that Luigi has es-
| capped out of the territory OF the Papal
| States by crossing the Tuscan frontier.
Or better still, if he have succeeded in
reaching Piedmont, whose gallant king
Carlo Alberto, has not only pronounced
| for the liberation of Italy from Aus
trian rule, but for Liberty itself in its
more extended and truer sense.
AS day succeeds day, and there is no
news of the fugitive, their anxiety
gradually grows more endurable; for
| if retaken, they would be sure to have
| heard of it. Rome still talks of his es-
cape; his recapture would excite equal
! interest. They are at length released
from all uncertainty, as also from APP
prehension. A letter reaches Val di
Orno, bearing the address of the Sindi
co, and plastered all over with post
marks, among them "Marseilles,"
"Civita Vecchia," Roma" and, last
seen though first stamped, London"
Recognizing his sons handwriting,
Francesca Torreant tears open the en-
velope and reads :
Dear Father-You will no doubt be
surprised at receiving a letter from me,
written in this, the worlds modern me-
tropois, LondOn-a city ten times
| greater than our own Roma, the world S
ancient mistress. But must not waste
words, as you'll be anxious to know
| about myself, and how l came to be
| here. l need not tell you of my i'm
promptu ascent in balloon. You're
| sure to have heard all of that, and how
| M. c. helped me into the car. The
| brave fellow had to run for it, like my
self, for he knew it wouldn't be safe
| for him to go back to Rome. WE'LL
] soon as out of the aerial ship, we struck
for Cevita Vecchia, and, travelling all
night, got there at an early hour in the
morning, where, by the best of good
luck, we found ship of another Sort
| the French Messageries steamer, just
starting for Marseilles. We got
aboard, and in three days after were in
France. But we knew it would not be
safe to stay there. For the French
government has only been pretending
liberty, to make itself popular with the
blouses, and's now turning against it;
| so, as we dreaded it's delivering us
! up to the tender mercies of Antonelli,
| kept on to this for an asylum for the
| refugee, where l now am; while NJ. C.
went over to Turin to enroll himself
| in the Piedmontese Legion of LIBERIA
tori. l would have gone with him but
for meeting in Marseilles an English
gentleman, who had seen some of my
pictures while at Rome, and who told
! 7 Of in,
at fabulous prices. Tempted by that,
! l came on here, and find that the In
! glese has spoken the truth; so that, if
you will go to my old studio, pack up
all the finished paintings that are there
and forward them to me, l shall soon
| be in funds. Send them addressed L..
| T., No. 70 Golden Square, London.
And be sure to not overlook two nina
ture portraits you'll find among them
other a young girl in cantadina dress.
! You may think it strange my asking
you so particularly for the last; but,
dear father, / have reason to be graOO-
! full to that girl. | owe my life to her.
| There was a sword blade within three
inhces of my back that would have
gone through my body had she not
struck it aside But l shall give you
all the details in my next, and also
how the traitor S brought about
my arrest. l only write now to relieve
your anxiety, and in haste to catch the
Messageries mail. 1 conclude with
love to dear sister Lucetta-not for
getting tenderest regards to old eppa.-
Your affectionate son. LUIGI"
CHAPTER VI.
THE HALF-BROTHERS.
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