The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1926-08-19

i And it was thus the Lady Of
San Leo and the Borgia captain
iclasped heart to heart under the
4 summer sky-that Messer Tolen.
tino found them.
] Marveling at the long delay, the
castellan had thot it well to &c
after them. And what he now be-
held struck him to stone, left him
gaping like foolish image.
They fell apart for very decency
and then the lady, rosily confused,
presented Messer Lorenzo to the
castelar, as her future lord. and
Explained to him in confidence
and as she understood 1.-THE true
reason of that gentleman's visit to
San Leo.
Thereafter Messer Lorenzo was
cared for as become q man of his
position. A bath was prepared for
him; fresh garments were found
to fit him. the richest and most
becoming being selected; the gar
rlson was disappointed of its exc
cution. and the Borgia captain
went to dine at Madonna's table.
For this banquet the choicest vi
ands that the besieged commanded
were forthcoming. and the rarest
wines from Fioravanti's cellar pro.
cured. -
In all Italy there was no han
pier man in that hour than Lo-
renzo Castrocaro, who. from the
very edge of death. saw himself
suddenly thrust up to the highest
and best that he could have dared
TO ask OF life. His happiness en-
tirely sengrossed his mind. All
else was forgotten. But suddenly.
quite suddenly, remembrance flood.
ed back upon him and left him cold
with horror. He had been midway
thru his second song. Madonna
languishing beside him. and he
checked abruptly. The Lutte fell clat-
terlng from his grasp, which had
suddenly grown nerveless.
With a startled cry his mistress
leaned !s over him. EMO! Are You
He rose precipitately.
mo, no; not ill. But-oh." He
clenched his hands and groaned.
She too had risen. all sweet So
llcitude, demanding to know what
allied him. He turned to her a face
that was blank with despair. I
What have 1 done? What have
| done ?" he cried, thereby increas-
ing her alarm.
1t crossed her mind that perhaps
the effect Of the magician's philter
was beginning to wane. Fearfully
urgently she insisted upon knowing
what might be alarming him; and
he, seeing himself forced to ex-
plain, paused but an instant to
choose a middle course in words,
to find expressions that would not
betray him.
"Why, it is this" he cried, and
there was real chagrin in his voice
as there was in his heart. "In my
hot madness to come hither, new
er paused to count the cost. / am
a Borgia captain, and at this mo-
ment no better than a traitor, a
deserter who has abandoned his.
trust and his condotta to GO over
to the enemy-to sit here and take
my ease in the very castle that
my duke is now besieging.
"By heaven. it had been a thous-
and times better had Tolentino
made an end Of me this morning
as he intended" Then he checked
abruptly. and turned to her peni-
tently. "Ah, no, no! I meant not
that. Madonna! I spoke without
reflecting. I were an migrate to
desire that-an migrate and fool.
For had they killed me l had never
would have known this day of hap
piness."
"Yet what is to be done?" she
cried crushing her hands together
in her agony Of mind. "What is to
be. done, my EMO? To let you now
depart would no longer save you.
Oh, let me think, let me Think"
And then, almost at once '::sThere
is way!" she cried; and on that
cry, which had been one Of glad
ness, she fell suddenly very gloomy
and thotful.
"What way?" quoth he.
81 fear it is the only way" she
said never so wistfully,
And then he guessed what was
in her mind and repudiated the