The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1920-02-05
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! pursuers, who were not two Adonise
! Of the eross-road, bat two Police Scr
Z gcants, Negri and Piecione
The noise Of their heavy fao,st p
! and the clauking Of the swords agains
. the furniture, did what the sweet voic,
Of the Unknown was unable 10 do;
mean that It awoke lawyer FenoRlie
. from his sleep, who bounded 90 his feet
from his sofa. and seeing the si.s
portiere drawn up, and an arm, then q
leg, entering the drawinR-rosm
promptly shouted: thieves laying hold
. of a Chiavari chair, to use il as an
iron mace against the invaders Of his
I domicile
BE quiet, sir, be quietl said Negri,
coming forward. We are no thieves,
nor do we want to harm you. Look at
our badge But who is this Law
yer -.
Roberto Fenoglio in the flesh, ans
wered Fcnoglio, who in his turn had
recognized the policemen, but what do
your Iordships desire at this hour, in
the house OF peaceful citizens?
Oh! Pray excuse US, sir. Your door
was open
My friend, said a sweet little voice
that made my hero jump a couple Of
steps back, il must have been that ras-
cally Battista, who goes gossiping
o'nights with the maid Of the fifth
floor. We must discharge him, must
we not?
Yes, certainly, we'll discharge him!
Fenoglio answered.
Meanwhile he was staring foolishly,
now at the policemen, now at the I'm
known who had called him my
friend"
We should dislike to have caused the
misfortune Of poor servant Pic
clone stammered out.
All! nonsense! the lady replied. He
is a goodfer-nothing, he isl know
not what; isn't he, Roberto?
Yes, scoudrel, thief, an assassinl
Fenoglio added, no longer knowing
what he was saying.
Oh, in that case, said Negri, with
your kind permission, we shall arrest
him.
Yes, arrest him that is, no, leave
him alone, poor devil That is only
my way Of talking | am used TO
calling my servant such names
Youmust, however, correct that bad
habit Of his, my dear Robertol said
the lady, placing her arm with grace
sul familiarity under that Of Rob
erto. Tell me, is it not true that you
will please your wife in everything?
Fenoglio looked as If he had fallen ,
from the clouds He let her put her
arm under his; nay, | can swear that,
gallant as he always was even under ,
the most difficult circumstances, he
bent his arm, TO receive the !
very sweet burden. That arm rested ,
upon his with a particular pressure
that seemed to say: "for PHYS sake, I
DO not desert mew The eyes Of the {
fair one turned languidly toward his {
seeking a favorable response; the I'm Y
known was beautiful, very beautiful; q
The contact Of her graceful person a
sent his blood throbbing through his h
being. In brief, blood is not water; n
we are all men, and Roberto Fenoglio t
0
Yes, my dear wife, ! shall try to
please you. u
All this had happened in an instant.
Now, this condition Of things once Il
adopted, il was necessary to proceed, n
o offer a plausible explanation Of so
mysterious an aspect; and Roberto,
However puzzled he may have felt, un- S,
lertook the task. y
Just see what combination! he
aid, turning to the police sergeants. d
We had music and dancing little
larty of friends whom wished TO d
introduce to my wife
All yes! Negri interrupted. You z,
ave married very lately; We did not a,
ven know il G
Indeed, said Fenoglio, have told
obOdy. hi
A gran destino sort Of marriage ed
iccionc put in with hesitation. az
What do you mean by gran destino? &c
id you perchance intend 70 say clan
All! yes. ! did make a clan ha
sstine marriage, but now We have le
il; an our friends, relatives "a
ie whole Of Geneva, must know i b. to
US time.
SO saying FenoRiio turned toward BIO
s improyised half. who rewarded him ra.
II his words with a glance 81 nef RS
.ble tenderness no
May ! be struck dead If ! under De-,
and The first thing of al this bla- tor
IS. Be aid o himself
Oh, We congratulate your Lordship, Fa
IA Piceione. who was the more cere- RI