The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-03-29
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not to venture without an escort Thus, whichever side won. he had the confidence of both.
 An accident disclosed his plotting though not the full measure of his dupiicity, to Ronola. Hardly had she recovered from the shock before Bal dassArre came to her and told her his story in a way not to be disbelieved- 'sThey would not believe me-" said he. "beeause he lied and said l was mad. And my Knowledge Is sone--ali gone. My mind win not come back. But you will help me, He has been false to you, too. He has another wife ahd children"
 stumblingiy. brokenly. he told her about Tessa, whose story he had iearn- ed easily after Tito's appearances at the little home. Romola thrust some money into his hand and went home stunned. M
 she had not yet gathered her thoughts to some senblanee of clear ness before a new and Tar more ter fibie blow fell upon her. Her god father. Bernardo del Moro. was ar rested with other members of his parts and charged with high tfeascn---an nd Tlto. who had been one of the plotters. was the man who had betrayed them in return for a high office promised him by the other side.
 Three days afterwafd she bads the noble oId man a last farewell before he ascended the scaffold, which vas the reward that a grateful repuplic gave him for lifetime spent unsai- fishfy and devotediy In It's sefvice.
 Romoia never looked on Tito again, but ned to the Mediterranean. There. in q poor village stricken with pesti- fence. from which even the priests had gone, she tended the sick until the sim pie peasants truly thought her the Holy Mother herself, ana the priests them- eelvek brought back by the report. were inclined to worship the beautiful, solemn woman who walked among them with divine compassion and yet with eyes that seemed to look Tar away forever.
 ii was as If with Romola's departnra the only angel that stiii stood. bes zen Tito and ever deeper sin had fled. er more cunnin9iy he played the spy for both sides. and seized on higher hon- ors wath each stroke. DeftIy he helped on the plots to undermine savcnarola. until d last there came frightfui successand the inspired priest. after grievous tortures. was burned at the stake.
 When his great soul went forth Into the great silence there went before it the abnI of his belfayef. At the mo- ment of the friar's arrest all the furiea of riot had been loosed Tn Elerences Tito. caught en q bfid8e between two fnobs, both bent on the blood of any richly dressed man. tried to escape them by leaping into the river A splendid swimmer. he struck of un4 fearingly down the stream. aiming fov a dark, lonely bank where he might get ashore unobserved.
 But another man, hungry. houseiesa and forsaken, had chosen that dark fwfa nA sat giaring In helpless. vsngeful thought upon the stream. Suddenly he saw a face in a mconbeam that sfrucE
 Y The next instant Tito dragged him- aaIf t6 inc bank ana vas pinned down | bv the betrayed BaldessArfe. The old | man erasped the round throat with ail l the energy left In ms sody sna Ane.s on rites chest with the power of mad. | ness. - z SeIth terrible dread. He was helpless in that grip, strengthened by hate. The | hrirht ayes. 50 we'll beloved. grew dim and rigid. stiii Baidasshrre knelt
 there and gripped the graceful throat. When chance passerDy many houlSS E afterward found the two bodies one stlil dripping the other, Havonarcia was writhing under the torture and crying out in his Hnbearable agony, T VIII eonfessr'
 Romola, his devoted follower re. | turned to be near him nt the end. and | watched his tall figure, maimed by his l xormentors, ascend the great heap of | fuel in the great plazza by the Palace Vecchio. The torches were thrust at l the pile. She covered her face. and | Savonarola's voice passed Into eternal | stiffness.
 . Amid the black, hideous ruin of her own life and the life of the sFloEence | that she loved so deeply the brave proud blood of the Bar6is famed full 1 in this last descendant of their race. she would not suffer her existence te traiI broke winged through useless years. Instead she rose and sought | out those who needed her.
 So a few years after, in q handsomes cheerful room looking forth upon the
 glorious heights of Flesoie,. eho sas with a placid face, her cheek little sunken but her. beauty greater than before, looking forth upon the moun-
 fAins. At her feet sat a handsome lad and a pretty, blue-eyed girl. Nearby sat a stout young woman with a round good-natured face, most content and happy.
 Thus. guarding Tessa and her ehiI. drer1, she expiated the ain Of tae hus- band whom she had Iona ceased to love but whose crimes against herself
 she had forgiven.
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 be '0rhe Marble Faun," by Nathaniel Hawthorne.