The Yale expositor., 1914-02-05

| cine.
"One-two," he counted the drops
carefully up to nine, and then glanced
at the prisoner on his cot in the cor
ner, who tossed, and talked rapidly.
disjointedly. 1T is high time that the
doctor saw him." the jailer spoke half
aloud. IF the governor had been here
this would not have been allowed TO
run on. am glad the governor Ia
coming back"
With that the prisoner threw of the
cover from his shoulders and sat up
suddenly, with wild bright eyes star.
ing at the jailer.
"Pietro!" he called in establishment.
Why. my dear old Pietro!" and flung
out his hands eagerly toward the man.
and would have sprung from the bed
to him.
But the jailer was at his side and
held him down. yet gently BE quiet.
signor," he said respectfully 1T is
only old Battista; you will see If you
look. Only Battista. who has taken
care OF you these five years"
The brilliant dark eyes stared at
him hungrily; then with a sigh the
! light went out OF them and the head
fell on the pillow.
"Ah. Battista." he said. my good
Battista." A smile full OF a subtle
charm made the worn face bright He
spoke slowly. Il thought it was my
friend-my best friend" he explained
gently.
will the signor take the doctors
medicine?" Battista asked then, not
much noticing the words, for the sick
man was clearly light-headed, yet with
certain pleasant throb OF memory
which always moved within him at the
name Of Pietro. II happened that the
name stood for some one dear to the
jailer also. The signor took the medi-
cine at once, like a good child.
viii it make me better, do you
think. Battista?" he asked earnestly.
But yes, signor; the doctor Is
clever"
Il want to be better; ] must get
well, for | have work to do as soon
as come out OF prison"
Surely, signor That will be soon
now, think for it is five years; they
will let you go soon. | believe" Bat.
tista lied kindly.
You are good TO me. Battista," the
boy said. land just now you gave me
a great pleasure. II warns me yet 70
think OF it, for, you see, | thought you
were Pietro-my dear Pietro-the
Marquis Zappi"
Battista. breathless. stared, STAN.
mered. "Whom-whom did you cay,
signor?"
But the prisoner had flashed into
reason. The color went out OF his face
as the tide GIBBS. "Battista. did say
name? Battista-you will not betray
me-you will not repeat that name? |
would never have said it but that I
was not quite steady. must have
been out OF my head; / have never
spoken his name before in this place.
Oh, If ! should bring danger to him!
Battista. for Gods sake. you will not
repeat that name?"
Battista spoke low. glancing at the
heavy iron door of the cell. God for.
bid, signor, he whispered, that /
should speak, here in his own castle.
the name OF my young master"
There was a long silence The pris-
oner and his jailer gazed at each other
as If saying things beyond words
Then the boy put out his long hot fin
gers and caught the mans sleeve.
"Battista," he murmured, "Battista
is that true? Is it possible? Do you
know-my Pietro?"
Know him, signor?" Battista's deep
voice was unsteady. MY fathers have
served his for eight hundred years"
The man was shaking with a loyalty
long pent up. but Francois lifted his
head leaned on his elbow, and looked
at him thoughtfully.
But, Battista, know you now; he
has spoken to me of you it was your
son, the little Battista, who was his
body-servant when they were chill.
dren?"
Yes, signor"
Il did not dream OF It. never knew
what castle this was; | never dreamed
of Castleforte; you would not tell me-"
Il could not, signor. II was forbid
den. II is forbidden. ! am risking
my life every minute"
go. Battista." and Francois pushed
him away with weak hands. Go quick
ly-you have been here too long
There might be suspicion. could not
live II brought trouble on you"
1T is right so far. signor." Battista
answered. 1T is known you are III;
must care for the sick ones a little.
But had better go now"
With that he slipped TO his knees
and lifted the feverish hands to his
lips. The friend OF my young mas
ter" he said simply. but his voice
broke on the words. The traditional
faithfulness OF centuries was strong in
Battista; the Zappis had been good
masters; one had been cared for and
contented always; one was terrorized
and ground down by these Austrian
swine;" the memory OF the old mas.
ters. the personality of anyone con.
nected with them. was sacred. BATHS.