The Shropshire Examiner and all round the Wrekin advertiser. — 1876-03-17 (Wenlock, Shropshire, England)

THE EXAMINER, MARCH 17, 1576.  hioa to his long account. As I've said, I hate doing that; but there may be no help for it." " A picket, you say! Is there no other way of getting ut but by passing his post ? " " Noue north, as we wish to go. There's another leadhig out anithward, but there's a sentinel by it all the sum—one likely to be more watchful than Petrouiu. Besides, if we went ttot way, 'twould take us leagues rouud—luse Us at least a day—and we might be too late in reaching Val di Oruo. So if one Lame die, let it be Petronio. He's a bad fellow at bet; tor all that, spare him if I can. But if I can't, he must be sacrificed —or else we should, and along with us Fiauceoco Tor. re:Lid, and his—" "Un, on," cries Henry Harding, with mt staying to hear the word "daughter," shaping itself on Towasso's tou.ga.e  And on they go, gliding between tin; trunks or trees, thickly set, here aud there scrambling over loose blocks of lava.  Soon they enter the defile opening northward, at whose outer end the picket is station ,d. It is a post of groat importance, as is that on the southern side—both kept continually, by night as by day. And with the most earnest vigilance, since they are the keys of the robbers' security—each, as it were, a safety valve. If at one an alarm be signalled, the other offers a chance for retreat. For this reason, the vedettes entrusted with watching over them are chosen men of the band—those of superior intelligence, and who can otherwise be relied upon. Petronio is one ; but, despite his sharpness, lie is on this occasion circumvented. And lucky for himself. OtLer• wise, that night's vigil would have been his last. Ent lomassu's greater astuteness saves him—saving himself the necessity of doing murder, with the remorse he seemed to dread.  For some time he has been silent, comidering. lut just after entering within tho jaws of the gorge he suddenly stops exclaiming— Lode a tie ! I have it ! Patronio needn't die this night, unless he makes a fool of himself by being to suspicious. Here, Signore, put on this cloak, and let us change hats." _  Saying Which, he pulls the oziwee from his own shoulders, and thugs it around thos, of ids fellow focitire, als making the proposed exchange of their beadgear ; thus in outward semblance, converting his prisoner into a cloaked comrade.  "Now," he says, completing the travestie by placing his carbine in the Englishman's hands "when we get opposite the vedette, you saunter on, while I kcep hit, in parley. Keep your hat well slouched, and your face turned away from him. Ss via..  At this they continue on, Tomasso now and then nautteling a word of further instruction. Arriving within ear-shot of the vedette, the tratiorous camp sentinel sounds the wolf signal, which is instantly replied to. There is no need for hesitation, as the picket sould not suspect an enemy coming from that side; and soon as getting response, Tomasso and his protege move forwai d.  In due time they are within a few paces of the vedette, and exchange another signal, this time not the howl of a wolf, but in words. "I.llth, It 1s f" challenges the man on post. "Araieo/ Tomasso r answers that individual. "Bustai" rejoins the vtdette, swished; when the two move up, one pasaing on. "Whose that with you Tonaasso r asks the picket sentinel, thinking this a little strange. "Giovanni. He's sulky with me, because the Signorina showed some preference in giving me chief charge of the errand were on." "What is it 11 May I know IP "Ah, you're too curious, compagno. But I'd tell you I dare."  "1 think I can guess it. The Civetta's jealous. You're sent to spy after him who's making her so t" "If I said yes, Petronio, you wouldn't be a bit the wiser. So you may draw your deductions from that. But I must on; we've gct directions to du our work quickly. go, buena notter "Buena 'totter echoes the deluded vedette, little dreaming how fortunste for himself he has been 80, or how near to losing his senses altogether. A word of suspicion on his part—the slightest show of it—and Tomas. so's ready dagger would leave that important post with only a dead body beside it! -