The Weiser semi-weekly signal. (Weiser, Washington Co., Idaho) 1904-1911, 1905-06-24

nofo SWoOucu udu not curiosity proved
stronger than her terror.
THE judgment of God!' she cried
hoarsely.
Again for a spell there was silence in
the room. The priest stood at the end
OF the table telling himself that he
must hold these four in talk until the
bells Of San Lucca struck 10 O'Clock or
pay for failure with his life. The men
IN their turn were asking themselves IL
he were alone.
You are the Capuchin friar, Giovan-
MIR exclaimed one of them presently.
taking courage of the silence. "What.
then, Is your message from the Count
of Pisa?"
My message signor, is this-that at
10 o'clock tonight the Count of Pisa
will have ceased to live"
A strange cry, terrible in its pathos.
escaped the woman's lips. All had
risen to their feet again. The swords
or the three leaped from their scab-
bards. The instant of the priests
death seemed at hand. But he stood
resolute before them.
AT 10 O'clock" he repeated sternIy.
the Count of Pisa will have ceased to
live. That is his message, signori. to
one in this house. And to Won the
Marquis Of Cittadella, there is another
message"
For me-a message! Surely am
favored, signor,"
"Of that you shall be the judge, since
at dawn tomorrow your head will lie
on the marble slab between the col.
umns Of the piazzetta."
They greeted him with shouts of ridi- |
Guile.
"A prophet! A prophetr
"a prophet, indeed" he answered |
quietly, who has yet word to sneak
to you, Andrea Foscari.'
ITO meT exclaimed the man address
ed, who was older than the others and
who wore the stola of the nobility.
Aye, to you, who are about to be-
come a fugitive from the Justice of
Venice. Midnight shall see Won hunt
ed In the hills, my lord. No hand shall
give you bread. When you return 70
tne city you would have betrayed your
very children shall mock you for a beg
gar"
Foscari answered with an oath and
drew back The third of the men
youth who wore suit of white velvet
ana whose vest was ablaze with gold
and jewels, now advanced jestinglv.
And for me, most excellent friar7r
For you Clan Mocenigo pardon
IN the name Of that Prince of Venice ,
whose house you have dishonored."
Again they replied to him with an
cry gibes.
"A proor-a proof-we will put Won
% tne proof, friar-here and now. or
lis lifer' ' VII"
He saw that they were driven TO the
asst point While the woman stood "a
ngure of stone at the table the three
advanced toward him and drove him
back before their threatening sword.
rhe new silence was the silence on bis
ieath anticipated. He thought that his
ast card was set down In vain. Ten
'ciock would never strike, he said. YET
wen az nope seemed 70 fan him ana he
olo himself that the end had come The !
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