The Cairo bulletin., 1905-12-30
the RISEN DEAD
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Daraiyzesl. lie had heard those word'
once before In the dungeons OF Naples
| They had been spoken by the lnqnisi
tors WHO came TO Italy with one OF tin'
| spanish princes. lnsAntly inA recalled
/ the scene where nrst he had listened K
them the dungeon draped in BLACK, the
white hot irons which had scared his
fesh. Lhe rack which had nainled his
limbs. the niaskyl men who had tor
t-frcd him.
"Heavens." he moaned. Not that
mot that
The priest stepped from the shadows
and stood in place where the feeble
light Of an oil lamp could fall upon his
face. The laugh lowered still about his
Inns lie regarded the trembling man
with a contempt he would not conceal
Upon my word Signor Kocca, he
exclaimed this II poor welcome 70
IN old friend
The bravo. who had fallen Oh his
knees. far he believed that a trick had
again delivered him into the hands OF
ms Olu plleullSS, toohtu W. 1T VIC y " "a ,
and stared nj the monk as al an appari-
ton
''Santissima.' he cried III Is the
Prince 81 iseo.''
The priest continued in the testers
tone.
s..As you say. old comrade. the Prince
OF Iseo Glory to God for the good for
tune v hsh puts you in my path 10
night oh. you are very glad 10 see
me. Sigf1or Roeca. I'll swear to that,
What, the fellow whom my hands
snatched from the rack in the house
If the Duke OF Saples-has he no word
for me- And he carries his naked
sword Ia his hand. He has tho face
Of woman, and his knees tren1ble
What means this"
He had seemed 10 speak in jest, but
while rhe cnwed man was stlll kneel
ing before him he of a sudden kicked
the sword aside. and, STOPPING be grip
ped the bravo by the throat and drag.
ced him from the shelter Of the porch
10 the waters edge As iron were the
relentless hands. The mans eyes start
ell from his head. The very breath
seemed to be crushed out of him in the
grip Of the terrible priest.
.Signor Rocca, what means this
the frlar repeated. "A naked sword IN
your hand and sweat upon your brow
oh. oil, tale indeed. SAail ! read II
to yon. Of shall | raise my voice and
fetch those who have the irons heated
and the boot 30 made for your leg that
no last IN italy shall better IL Speak,
rascal. Shall read you the talef'
Mercy. prince, for the love Of God!'
The priest released the pressure Of his
hands and let the other sink nj bis
feet
"Wbo sent you, rogue be asked.
who pays your wage
Ii dare not tell you. excellenty.'
Dare not. you dare moi You whom
word will pnt TO torture greater than
any you have dreamed Of in your worst
agoiiles! You dare not.'
.'Excellency, the Countess of Treviso.
I am her servant
And the man who sent her to the
work--his name
aAndrea. eouny Of Pisa e%cellency.
Thcbriest stepped tiset as enc whose
curiosity was entirely satisfied.
Sab, / Thought so. Aud the price
hey paid you, knaye:"
-f'orty silver fucats. exceilency."
4sHu. no. So that is the price OF n
friar in Venice
The bravo sought 10 join ia the jest.
Had they known il was the Prime"
Of lsco IL had been hundred thousand.
excellency''
Fra Giovanni did moi listen to him.
His unleA brain was solving straug,
prohiein-the problem OF The price That
these people iii their turn should pay
TO Venice. When he had solSed'it he
turned ta the Bringing figure ut his
feet
'-signor ROcea," he said do YOU
know 9f. wllal / am tbinkingf",
"Of mercy, excellency; Of mercy Tor
one who has not deserved it.
aBut who can deserve III"
Hxcellency. hearben to me, ! swear
by all the saints'-
I'm whose name you blaspbcme. rss
cal. Have not beard your oath IN
Naples when the irons scared your
aesi7 SbslI | listen again when the
Gre is being made ready and there is
burning coal beneath the bed you will
lie upon tonight, Signor Roccaf"
''Oh. for Gods sake excelleucy.'
Not so. for the sake Of Venice
rather"
II will be your slave swear il on
the cross. ( win give my life
Your precious life. Signor Rocca,
Nay. wiat n proflgate yOu are
Fra Gioyanni's tone perhaps helray
ell him The trembling man began 90
lake heart = little.
Prove me exeelleney," be- whined.
Prove me here and now.
The friar made preteuse OF deBat-
ing II. After . little spell Of silence he
bSdc The other rise.
''Coine." he said. 'yem legs catch
enld. my friend. and viii burn slowly.