The Cairo bulletin., 1905-12-30
, hey greeted him with shouts Of rldi-


ave. to YOU who are about TO be-
come fugitive from the justice Of
Venice Midnight shall see yAi hunt
al III ilic hills, alg lord NJ hand shall
giyc You bread When you return TO
the city Won would have betrayed your
very children shah mock you for beg
gar"
Foscari answered With an oath and
drew back. Tile third of the men. 4
youth who wore i suit Of white velvet
ana whose vest was abiaze Wiili gold
and Jewels now advanced iestinsy
"Anl for me, most excellent friQfy
For you. Clan Mocenigo, 4 pardon
in tie nanle Of that Prince Of Venice
whose house you have dishonorcd-"
Again TREY replied 20 him with an
cry glbes
"a proof ID proof We will put you
to tho proof friar-here ard now. Or
~ heaven, prophet shall pay with
his life"
lie saw that they We're driven V the
last point. While the woman stood as
FIGURE OF stone ii the table the three
advanced towatd him ana drove him
back before their threatening swords.
The now silence was tile silence Of his
death anticipated IIe thoHght thai his
last oart was set down Ii vain Ten
ociock would never strike. he said. Yet
Q, en us hope seemed to fail him and he
told himself that the end had come the
bells III the city began 70 strike the
hour, and the glorious music Of their
echoes loated over the sleeping waters.
"A proof, you ask me for q proof, ST
@uori, he exclaimed triumphantiy.
Nay, The proof lies il Eonder room,
where aIl The world may see Il.
He pointed 10 d door opening IN The
wall Of mirrors and giving access TO
small chamber behind the larger apart
ment Curiosity drove the nen thither-
They threw open the door: they en-
tered the room; they reeled back. drunk
with their own terror
For tie body of Andrea, lord OF l'isa,
lay still warm upon the marble pave
meut of the chamber, and the dagger
with which he had been stabbed was
Vet ia his heart.
a proof. Have l net given you
proof the priest cried again, while
the Womans terrible cry rang through
the house, and Che three stood close To-
aether as men upon whom Il judgment
has fallen
AIau OF devil who are yout they
asked III mshed whispers
Ito answered them rs letting his
monks robe slip from his shoulders.
As the robe fell they beheld figure
clad in crimson velvet and corsect q
FURNISHED g0ld the figure q a man
whose superb limbs had been the envy
of the swordsmen OF Italy whose taec,
lighted now with sense OF power aud
of victory. was a face for which wom-
en- had given their lives.
1T is the Prince Of Ise1. they cried
aud fled as nadmen from the house Of
doom
A minute later those whose @ondolas
wore passing Tho PallGzo Pisani OBJ
served strange spectacle. a priest
stood ruHn fhc balcony of The h7Hse
holding v amp 10 BIS land, and
as he waited boat culc{s.ed tfom tAe
shadows about the Church Of Sun Luc-
GU ana came swiftly lowar1 him
The Sign1rs Of the night the ioi-
tercrs exclaimed in hHshed whispers
aud went ON their way quickly,
Very early next morning a rumor OF
strange events which bad happened in
Venice during the hours OF darkness
drew a great throng Of the people TO
The square before the ducal palace.
Have you not beard it, man cried
to man-"the Palazzo Pisan lacks
mistress today: Ho. no. The police
make their toilet in the boudoir of my
lady. And they SLY that the Lord of
Pisa is dead
Worse than that, my friends
eoudoiier protested. Andrea Foscari
crossed 10 Maestro last night and the
dogs are even now on his heels"
your news grows stale, cr0aked a
bag who was passing TO to the piaz
letta and you shall sec the head Of one
who prayed before the altar ton min
ulcs ago.
They troopcd OF. eager for the spec
tacie. When they reached the pinzzet-
"a the baq WAS justified. The head Of a
man lay bleeding upon the marble slab
between the columns II was the head
Of the Marquis Of Cittadella.
IN the palace Of the signors Of the
night meanwhile Ptetro Falier the
captain Of the police, was busy with
his complaints
"Thc Lord of Pisa is dead. he said.
The woman has gone 70 the Convent
Of Murano. There is q head between
the columns Andrea Foscari win die
Of hunger in the hills yet Clan Moe
nigo goes free. Who il this friar that
he shall have tie gift Of life or death
in Venice
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