El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1919-08-20

confidence Of the great; Latin secre-
tary to the State, embassies TO Rome,
everything was his, even to tde enVS
Of Niccolo Nachiavelli- The world
saw only the dazzling success; there
were a few who marked the change
that came from the final departure
Of moral yOuthfulness.' who say the
perfidies and desertions Of the deX
trous and facile Greek, the basenCss
that smiles and triumphs: who kne "
how he had left TO slavery the adopt
i've father who had rescued him snd
made him what he was. how he
proved false to the memory Of Rom
ola's father, who set him on his way
to triumph in Florence, how he be-
trayed his great patrons. how he de-
ceived poor Tessa. that sweet. poCt-
ing, innocent, round thirg, now he
IcmOla S love and how his Onl- Bit
ter thought was that q timely well de-
v-sed falsehCod might have saTei
him from every fatal consequence
over against the figure Of the man
she married stands Romola. fair as
the Florentine lily before IL got
QuarlesOme and turned red" as the
rhaps0dic NeIlo described her. Her
contempt Of all injustice and mean
ness. the noble serenity with which
she accepted. though not without in
ward struggle. all that life and duty
rendered her father. her husband,
the poor. the sufferers in the plague,
TitO's abandoned father, even Tes-
50, her rival to the title Of wife, the
mother Of TitO's children. the males
tic possession which at the slight
est touch on the fibres Of affection
or pity, could become passionate with
tenderness-all this justified her god
father. Bernardo del Nero in his ex-
hortatiou to her father. Remember.
Bardo, thou hast a rare gem Of thy
own; take care that no man gets it
who is not likely to pay a worthy
price That pretty Greek has a 1.-the
sickness about him that seems mar
vellously fitted for slipping easily
into any nest that he fixes his eyes
upon"
But he that smiles and triumphs
does not always triumph TO the end
He is sometimes found out So II
was with Tito. He had made the last
preparation for departure to a larger
field Of action. Pursued in the night
by crowd Of angry men. he barely
had time to leap from a bridge into
ness-in the tumult Of his blood he
could only feel vaguely that he was
safe and might land But where2
The current was having its way with
him: he hardly knew where he was
exhaustion wah bringing on the
dreamy state that precedes uncon-
sciousness.
But now there were eyes that dis
cerned him-aged, strong for the dis
lance. Baldassare-nfs father-loOk-
ing up blankly from the search TO I
which his poverty had led him. had
seen a white object coming along
the stream-could that be any for I
tunate chance Tor him? He looked
and looked till the object gathered .
form then he leaned forward with a .
start as he sat among the rank green :
stems, and his eyes seemed TO be filled
with an new light - yet he only
Observation-Disclosures. Something was /,
being brought TO him.
The next instant a mans body was
cast violently on the grass two yards
from him, and he started forward 3
like a panther. clutching the velvet .
tunic as he fell forward on the body .
and flashed a look into the mans
face.
Dead-was he dead? The eyes were
rigid. But no. il could not be-jus- .
tice had brought him. Men looked I
dead sometimes, and yet the life
came back to them Baldassare did
not feel feeble in that moment He
knew just what he could do. He got
his large fingers within the neck OF
the tunic and held them there kneel-
ing on one knee beside the body and
the face. In his eyes there
was only LleEEenGsS-
Rigid-rigid still Those eyes with
the half-fallen lids were locked
against vengeance. Could it be that
he was dead? Surely at last the eye
lids were quivering; the eyes were no
longer rigid. There was a vibrating
light in them-they opened wide.
.Ah, yes You see me-you know
me-
Tito knew him but he did not know
it was life or death that had
brought him into the presence Of his
Injured father. 1t might be death
and death might mean this chill gloom
with the face of the hideous past
hanging over him forever.
But Baldassare's only dread was.
lest the young limbs should escape
him He pressed his knuclzles against
the round throat and knet upon the
chest with ali the force of his aged
frame. Let death come nowi-Copy-
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f'The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow by
Irving, as condensed by