South Bend news-times., 1913-12-01
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| and her head and Pietro's were bent
over IL. devouring the well-known
writing. Alike. excited. French. eX-
ploced into disjointed running COM
ment.
From prison-our Francois-dear
Francois" And then: Five years.
Pietro. Think-while we have been
free!' And then. with a swift clutch
again at the big coat sleeve crowding
against her: "Pietro. See. see. The
date-it is only two months again. He
was alive then; he must be alive now:
! he is l knew il, Pietroi A woman
knows more things than a man."
With that she threw up her head
and fixed Jean PHILIPPE. drinking in
all this. with an unexpected stern
glance. What are you doing here.
Moison? What manners are these"
Then, relapsing in a flash into pure
human trust and affection toward the
anxious Old servant: My dear. old,
good Moison-he is alive-Monsieur
Francois is alive-in a horrible prison
in Italy! But he IS alive, Moison,"
And with that. a sudden jump again
into dignity. Who brought this,
Moison?"
Jean Philippe was only too happy
TO have a hand in the joyful excite
ment "Mademoiselle, the young per-
son speaks little language. But he
told me TO say to Monsieur the Mar
quis that he was the little Battista."
Pietro looked up quickly. Alike, ii
is the servant from my old home of
whom I spoke TO YOU l can not
Imagine how Francois got mold Of
him, but he chose a good messenger.
May / have him brought here? He
must have something to tell U.S.
Alike. her letter tight in her hands,
struggled in her mind. Then: The
letter Will keep--yes, let him come,
and we can read it all the better after
for what he may tell US"
SO Moison. having orders to produce
at once the said little Battista, re-
tired. much excited, and returned
shortly-but not so shortly as to have
omitted fling of the great news into
the midst OF the servants hall He
conducted, marching behind him, the
little BattiSta, an enormous young
man of six feet four erect, grave.
stately. This dignified person, salut-
ing the lady with a deep bow, drop
ped on one knee before his master.
his eyes full Of a worshippine; JOY,
and kissed his hand Having done
which, he arose silently and stood
waiting, with those beaming eyes
feasting on Pietro's face, but other
wise deeorous
First the young marquis said some
friendly words Of his great pleasure
In seeing his old servant and the
friend Of his childhood, and the big
man stood with downcast eyes, with
the color flushing his happy face.
Then, "Battista," asked the marquis.
how did you get the letter which YOU
brought mademoiselle? p"
My father" answered Battista la
conically.
ssHovr did ,-o,,r fo+ta- 20. ;.o,,
From the signor prisoner my sig
nor"
Alike and Pietro looked at nim at
tentively, not comprehending by what
means this was possible. Pietro, re-
membering the little Battista of old,
vaguely remembered that he was in
capable Of initiative in speech. One
must pump him painfully.
WAS your father in the prison
where the signor is confined?' Alike
asked.
The little Battista turned his eyes
on her second. approvingly, but
briefly. They went back without de-
| lay TO their affair of devourng the
face Of his master But he answered
promptly. Yes signorina: he is there
always"
"Always?" Pietro demanded in
| alarm. rs Battista a prisoner?"
But no, my signor"
What then? Battista, try to tell
u.s."
So adjured. little Battista made a
violent effort. He is one of the
jailers. my signor."
"Jailers? For the Austrians?" The
face of the marquis took all the joy
ful light out Of the face Of little Bat
tista.
My signor." he stammered, "it
could not be helped. He was there.
He knew the castle. They forced him
at first. and-and il came to De so"
Knew the castle!" Pietro repeat
| ed. What castle?"
Continued Tomorrow.
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