Bradford reporter. (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, May 06, 1880, Image 1

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1.,:111.1t) St, Reference : Holmes k Passage
owanda, Pa., larch 4, ISSO.
Office over Kirby's Drug Store
Mllce with Patrick and Foyle. Sep-25,79
pECK & ovEtvrox
TOB*A74:DA. PA.,
:;ollettor of Patents. Particular 'attention paid
to lok,lnesq Ih-the Orphans Court and to the settle•
nli•nt of estates.
•C'ffce in 3tontanyes Block May 1,'79.
V, •
lodge Jessup having resumed the Kart freer the
law in 'Sorttwill Pennsylvania. will attend to any
le ;a1 liti,trie, Intl - ultra to him In Bradford county.
p. rsons wishing to consult him, can call ou H.
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cal to 1113 IC.
I . _p f - r.y - ;STRV.ETER,
I T . L. TOWNER, M. D.,
tin..iliislilence and Ut9re Just North of Dr. Car
on Main Street, Athens. Pa. )11112G -dm
a - ,zeney for all! vale and purchase of all klnds'of
Se-uri;lca a,n,l for making loans on Real Estate.
,pusinesli 1.111 . receive careful aliii .promit
al ent ion. f.lune 4, 1879.
T 11. TlioNtpsoN, ATTORNEY
11 • •AT LAW, WY ALVSINP, PA. Will attend
to all business entru,:tell to Ills care In Bradford, and Wyoming Counties. Office with Esq.
°lnce with G. F. 31a.00. over Patel} Sr Tracy
Main street, Towuncia, Pa. 4.15.150.
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()Ince on State Street, second floor of Dr. Pratt's
apr 3 79.
& SON,
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Diet Att Brad, Co
19IIN . W. MIX,
Onice--Nortli Slate Public Square
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)111(.0—South side Poplar street. opposite Ward
If to,e. • [Nov. p,
Dec 2.3-:S. ToWANDA. PA
"Mee—Means' Itlnck, tlalicst., over S. L. Kent's Towanda. 7.lLay be consulted In German.
[April '76.]
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T . OW N 1)A. PA. wrath Of the First :! , .:at!'nial
Main St., up stairt+.
Ewer Dayton's store.
kprll 12, 1476.
• IR. S.' M. WOODBURN, Physi
elan and sun-eon. °eke at rehldence, on
street, East of Main.
• 1 , .a.n. a, May 1, la:2 1)•
• over M. E. itosenfieliPs.:Towanda, Pa.
Teeth Inserted , on Gold. Silver, '.ltuliber, and Al
: initnlum, base. Teeth extracted without pain.
Oct. 34-72.
D. PAYE, M. D.,
Oat", toter Moutanyes' Store. Office hours from 10
to 12 A. 41, ' and-from 2 to 4 P.M.
sl.eslalattentlou glveu to
- or and '
' OF
:ace day last Saturday ar e:sen =nab, over Turner
& Gordon :4 Drug-Store,Towanda u ra.
Towanda, June 20, 148.
Iliay2E-Ott. ;; TOWANDA, PA.
Ti)W..3:DA, PA
This Bank °tiers animal faellitieS for the trans•
acacia of a general banking business,
• N. N. BETTS,lCashier
JOS. POWELL, President.
11. PEET,
- TE11311 4 .--#lO per term.
.).()tesidence Third' street, lat ward.)
Towanda, Jan: la,",'S-1);11
Wm.. at the ItEPOIiTER. OFFICE. uppoMte
Court Ho Ile, Towanda. Colonel-work a speefaHl.
Along a slope of grass she came ;
And as she walked, a virgin Shame
Llt up her face's sans with flame.
Full alight and small she was, and bent
Her lithe neck shyly, as she went,
lu some child-like bewilderment.
Gold was the color of her hair;
The color of her eye's was unit.; .
The sui shone on her everywhere.
0 tali she was as hawthorn Rowers!
It seemed the flush of the Spring hours
'Lay on her cheeks, and Summer showers
lad bathed her In a sweet content, ,
Atvirglnal faint ravishment
Of pt ace ; for with her came h scent
Of flowers plucked with ! a childish hand
In some forgotten Fairyland,
Where all arow the sweet years starid.
And all tse creatures of the !reed
Crept from their leafy solitude,
And wondering around her stood.
The fawns came to her, unafraid;
And on her hand their muzzles laid ;
And fluttering birds dew down and staid.
—John Payne
Der schiltren dey vas pool In ped,
All tucked outs for der olghdt ;
I dakes mine pipe der mantel off,
Dud py der fireside plight
I Clinks aboudt when I vas Young—
Oft moder, who vas Mad,
tud how at nlghtltllke I do Ilatis—
She tucked me cup In ped.
I mindt me off mine fader, too,
Und heir he yoUst to say:
"l'uor imy, you haf a hardt olt row
To hoe, and Irene play
I find Me oudt dot it vas time •
ti of mine Qat fader said
Llle stnoodhing down mine flaxen hair,
ad tucking me in pad.
I)er oldt folks ! lilt vas like It dhream
To shpeak off dent like dot.
Gretchen and I vas oldt folks" now,
Cud hat two schlltren got !
Ye lees dem mere as !Icier vas,
Each leedl4 curly head,
Lind ctry nigiidi ye dukes dem oup
Tud tucks dlietu In their ped.
Budt, den, sometimes ven 1 feels plue,: .
Uud all dings lonesome seem,
I sr's!" I vos dot poy again ,!
Upl die vas all a dhream.
I vant to kits mine mutter vonee, •
Und, von mine brayer vos said, '
To haf mine fader dake me oup
Und tuck me la mine pea. I
—C..4dama, in Harper's for May
Four o'clock on a sultry aftefnoon.
The sun beat fiercely on the Tus
can landscape; not a cloud dimmed
the burning blue of the sky: The
Apennines were dreaming int st haze
of heat, which softened theitl rugged
outlines ; in the Valley 'of the &C
-chin the river rippled languidly over
its stony bed, bereaved of its myriad
tributary streams. The grass was
burned brown, the vines were white
with dust; only the olive-trees looked
cool, with their soft, gray-green foli
age, vaguely suggesting
.mist and
moonlight. •
Dust, drought, and sultry silence,
brc•liin only by the cigala's tiny
chirp, prevailed over all the land
At the end of the ;valley furthest
from Luccabrouah.zigzag roads wind
uptvard into the solitude of the hills..
Tw,o figures were just now toiling up
the steep ascent ; not Tuscan peas
ants, but.a couple of Englishmen, in
dusty tweed suits, each having a
bundle of artists' traps strapped above
his well-worn knapsack. The taller
of the two stepped out at a good pace
some yards in adtlance of his com
panion, singing " llandolinata " in. a
musical baritone ; the other, who was
some years older, and of a, stouter
build, plodded on stolidly behind
him. pausing now ow and then to wipe
his forehead and grumble at. the heat.
His pauses grew more frequent as
they proceeded, for ttic road" got
steeper at every yard: - At length,
wh4n a sudden turn revealed another
long ascent before 'them, he utt4Ted .
a smothered_
. groan, and, stopping
abitiptly, hailed his companion.
L. Etsurtzt
Jan. 1, 1875.
"Hallo—Desmond I"
The latter turned: " What is it ?"
His friend Only beckoned in reply,
and, sitting down on the sun-burned
turf by the roadside, unstrapped his
knapsack and leaned back with a
long sigh of relief. Desmond paused
a moment, then came leisurely back,
humming the conclusion of his song.
He-was as handsome a young fellow
as you will meet in a Summer day.
Fair, - but sun-burned, with . curly
brown hair frank, happy blue eyes,
and a smile whose caressing swret .
ness few men, and still fewer women,
could resist: He Was dressed- with
an odd mixture of dandified nicety
and Bohemian carelessness. A paint
stained coat and battered, brigand
hat seemed little •in harmony with
hisssuperfine linen, to say nothing of
the diamond ring on little finger,
which showed to advantage at this
moment, as he stool twirling; the
ends of his mustache_and looking
flown at his friend on te-bank.
" Well, old felloW, what's the mat
ter ?"
" The matter is that I am dead
beat. • Not another step can I go: up
this heart-breaking bill."
" Is' it, then, your intention- to
spend the night on that bank ?"
"It is my intention to rest here
until after sunset, at all events,'un
less some good Samaritan •with a
cart happens to pass by and will give
me a lift."
i" Well, but my good fellow, you
must be shockingly out of condition
to ,be so easily knocked up.• The fact
is,'Thorburn—don't be offended—
yoil,are getting fat."
" Fat ?" Thorburn sat upright to
give emphasis to his indignant pro
test. "Fat ? It's a lie. I was never
in bettet training. But on a road
like this, with t,he thermometer at
heaven Inows how much in the
. 66,000
" Stop, stop !"• interrupted Des
mond, laughing. " I retract. I apol
ogize. It is the ,bent, of course. You
see we left Lucca an hour too late
this Morning—" . •
" Yes, you were flirting with that
pretty American widow at the Hotel
del' Univers° otherwise--,"
" How could. I better employ my
self while you were snoring, you lazy
humbug. If you bud- got up when I
called you, instead of pitching a boot
at me, and going to deep again, we
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should have, been at Ban Giovanni-
della-Rocca by this time."
" Well, if you are in a hurty to
reach San-what-its-name, go on, and
leave me to.follow at my leisure."'
" In a hurry ? not I," returned
'Desmond, throwing himself ;an the
grass at his friend's side, and
ing a cigar. "I am quite content to
sit in the sun, and let things take
their tourse."
A pause of meditative puffing.
" How still it is ; how lonely, how
grand What a noble purple on
those distant hills! One might be
content to stay here for ever—' the
'world forgetting, by the world for
got.' " '!
"The world wouldlorget us soon
enough, you may be sure," muttered
Thorburn. " A short memory is
one of its many pleasing—"
" Shut up, you old cynic, and don't
abuse the world," interrupted Des-
mond. "It has its faults, no doubt;
Until you can Chow me s bappler planet,
Coro genial and bright, I'll be content with Ma."'
, He sang the lines, and then, clasp
ng his hands under his head, watch-
ed the 'smoke curling up from his
Thorburn gave 'him a glance, half
envious, half admiring, and wholly
affectionate. In spite—or, perhaps,
because of the difference in their.
chiracters—they were fast friends.
They had been chums at schools,
fellow-students at:the same drawing
academy, and slatted abreast on the
race of life. Desmond bad already
distanced his companion, but that
fact had in no degree affected their
" Yes, you will; find it a jolly
place, no doubt," said Thorburn.
" So should I if I were in your shoes,
with not a care to burden me." •
"Orhat remark shows bow little
you know me," replied Desmond
" Cares ? I have heaps of them ! I
was brooding over one .when you
hailed me just now. Here we .are,
nearly at the end of our tour, and 1
have not yet found a model for my
" Lucretia Borgia." If she don't
turn up .soon; that great picture,
which was to take the public by storm .
next May, will never be painted.
'• I thought you found her at Luc-
The coppersmith's handsome
" A glorious creature; but she was
dark, my dear boy," interrupted Des
mond, raising himself on his elbow.
" sow, La Borgia was a golden
blonde; there is a lock of her hniriin
the •Ambrosian Library at Milan.
Are you listening?" •
" Yes,"
Thorburn answered, drow
sily. "Well, perhaps you'll find her
at San Giovanni; who knows ?-
pose you go on, and iodic I'o her; and
if there is a convey - anti! of any sort
in the place, you can.send'down for
me. ' Pray go."
" Disinterested advice!":; laughed
the other, as he rose and sliciok
" Would a wheel-barrow suit
you, faule de `gilieux? If there is
anything, in the 4d:ice:that will carry
you, I'll send it; but; if it doesn't
arrive in an hour's time, you had bet
ter walk on: Remember, we are to
put up at the Aguila. Nora,' in the
, lie went a few yards, then paused,
and stooped to read-the half-defaced
inscription, on a boundary-stone
which marked the point where a path
branched off to the left.
• " I shall go this way," he called
out, looking back ; "it is rougher,
but shorter, I fancy."
" Stick to the road," was Thor.
burn'S caution.
" It is the road, unless this thing
lies like a tombstone. San Giovan'
del'-and some hieroglyphic, intend
ed, no doubt, for Rocca. It's all
right. A iirederci!"
And he was gone.
Having watched him gutof sight,
Thorburn settled himself luxuriously
on the turf, put his knapsack under
his head fora pillow, and in five min
utes was fast asleep.
- The. golden afternoon waned to
ward evening. As the sun declined,
deep, gloomy purple shadow's spread
up the slopes, and gradually enfolded
the hills like an imperial mantle. A
rosy light still lingered ou the peaks,
but the.; valleys were soft, mys
teriousr. (*loom
, •
At length Thorburn woke, feeling
chilled and stiff, and havina ° only "a
hazy idea of where he was. Looking
round he was startled at the length
ening shadows, and hastily buckling
on his knapsack, set off again. Hav
ing a rooted distrust of "short cuts,"
however plausible, he kept to the
main road.
Soon, the sun's red rim diopped
out of sight behind the furthest
mountain range ; the brief twilight
was quickly past, and- " with great
strides came Xlie dark." . The sky
was soon all with stirs ;
•then a ghostly light like dawn spread
upward from behind the cleft summit
of La Pagua, and presently- out of
that light rose'the full-orbed moon.
The artist trudged on in the, silence
and the moonlight, his feet falling
noiselessly on the dusty road, where
himself was the only living object
visible for miles. Once a convent
chime, ringing for the Benediction
Offices, sounded musically.. from a
neighboring. hill-side, and a little
chureb, hidden among olive woods
in the valley below, answered with a
single cracked bell. Then Ave was
silence twain ; the majestic silence of
the hills, with solemn mean-
At length, another •turn of the
weary way brought him in sight of
his destination—hn ancient, world
forsaken little town, perched on a
rocky eminence, dark against the
stars; its , brown, sun-baked houses
nestling round .a
,ruined citadel,
athwart whose rents the moonlight
slanted. •
Up a steep stretch of road, with
horizontal lines of -rough stone pav
ing at intervals, like the rungs of a
ladder;_ past a wayside crucifix, with
a blind beggar sitting on the steps at
its foot ; over a bridge which spanned
the dry bed of a water-course, under
an, arch in a massive wall, where ' a
dim oil-lamp burned before , 'it shrine
of "Our Lady of the Seven 'firrows,"
and into a crooked, dark, ill-smelting
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street, where the houses seemed to
meet overhead, shutting out the sky.
The daPs work was over, and the
townspeople stood about in the arch
ed doorways and on the steep steps
of their houses to take the fresh air
—" pigliare ii fresco"— though it
was still hot and close enough in the
narrow ways, where there was a
mixed smell of garlic and melons
and, wine And polenta, with here and
there a - whiff of odors less ambrosial.
' Women with white head-gear leaned
out of the unglazed casements; men
lounged on the pavement playing at
" !dorm; " brown, half-naked chil
dren played and fought in the gut
ters. Some one I mo strumming ti
mandoline, and singing a plaintive
Tuscan ",Itispetto."
The street emerged .into a paved
square, on one side of which stood
the church, a quaint, ancient edifice,
with a Lombard towel and an open
belfry, where the bats were flitting
in kind out among the
. bell -ropes; and
on the other, the inn, • a flat-roofed,
stone.galleried house, with one wide
The inevitable group of gossips
lounged on the step.; the cooper and
the baker, and the little barber frOm
next door, and the- barber's stout
wife, with a, baby in her arms, so
tightly swaddled that it looked like
a wooden doll.• The landlord sur
veyed the group from the doorway,
which he completely filled ; a purly,
good-tempered looking man, ,with a
large, clean-shaven, olive face, and a
shining bald head.
On Thorburn's approach the con,
versation ceased, and half a dozen
,dark eyes were turned upon him, cu
riously, but not rudely. , The men
made way for him to pass, uncover
ing, with grave courtesy, while the
" padrone " bowed himself backward
into the house, with a gesture which
placed himself, his establishment, and
all his belongings at the traveler's
dispoML •
The ' , door opened at once upon a
great bare sala, with stone floor,
frescoed walls, and a mitered ceiling,
from which an oh-lamp was suspend
ed by a chain.
"My friend haSarrived, I suppose ?"
the artist said, glancing round.
The inn-keeper paused in the mid
dle of a bow, and looked at him in
"The Signor expected to meet a
friend here ?"
" Certainly ; he went otOirst, and
must have arrived two or three hours
The other shrugged his shoulders
with a deprecating smile, and gesture
of outspread palms.
" I have not had the honor of wel
coming this gentleman. The Signor
himself is the only traveler who has
arrived here to-day."
" Perhaps he has gone to some
other inn," Thorburn began, " tho'
he certainly said—"
" Excuse .me, Signor, there is no
other. L'Aguila :Nem is the only
inn of San Giovanni."
And the 'group at•the_ door, who
were interested and attentive listen
ers, promptly confirmed the padrone's
statement .Thorburn looked per
" I fear he must bave lost his way,"
he said, after a pause. "He was
probably.• misled by the inscription
on a boundary-stone,Where a path—"
" Ecco ! that leads to St. Giovanni
in-the-Vale, a village two leagues and
a-half from here!" half a dozen voices
exclaimed at once.
Then he will certainly not be,
here to-night," the artist _remarked,
as he threw his knapsack on the table
and sat down. "What sort of place
is this other St. Giovanni:? There is
an• inn, 1 suppose, where be could
put up?"
Ma si, there is an f a sort,"
mine host assented with a shrug, as
he,, spread a coarse white cloth over
one end of the long oaken table.
" Alessandro Morelli's. Not in the
village itself, but on the hill road,
half an hour's• beyond. It
stands on the site of an ancient Car
thusian monastery. Morelli bought
the land .fOr a song, ruins and all,
and built hiinself a house out of the
Old Atones. Some say it was sacri.
lege, and..that the house is accursed
"The man is," put in the cooper in
an understone. •
" Keep thy tongue quiet, Tonio
mio;" the host returned, with a grave,
cautionary nod. " We
. know nothing
against. ' Sandro Morelli, except that
he is sullen and . unsociable; and that
he is jealous of . his Wife ; and as she
is a handiome woman, nearly twenty
years younger than himself, that is
4 ' Bella Belissima—la Bianca!
exclaimed the little barber, . raptur
ously. " Per Baccho, if I had a wife
as handsome—no offence to thee,
mia gioja," turning to his fat and-de•
cidedly plain " better half "—" I
should be jealous as Bluebeard—via 1"
".And what handsome . woman
would marry a snippet like thee ? "
his "joy returned composedly, on
which there was a-geueral laugh.
" Brava, Caterina," exclaimed the
landlord. " Your tongue is sharper
than Hello's iazorg. Yes, Bianca is
Beautiful," he continued ; "lint, to
my thinking, there is something un
canny about her. She has a frozen'
look. Her face is like - a lovely mask,
and what the soul behind it, may be,
heaven only knows."
She is.unhappy, perhaps," Thor
burn suggested, wondering whether
Chit beautiful " uneanny " woman
would prove to be the model Des
mon&had been seeking.-
":ITpw should she be otherwise
with such a husband as she has got ?"
demanded the barber's wife, shrilly.
" Santa Maria! if he were mine, I'd
cure him of 'jealousy,' warrant
" Ay, your face would cure him of
that,h mia bellar remarked her hus
band, dryly •, and this time the laugh
was against her.
" Ebbene, my Mends," said the
landlora, as he set knife and fork,
plate and glass before his guest ; " it
is getting late, and as the Signor's
"supper will be ready in the space of
a credd--."
The visitors took the hint in per
fect good part, and at once withdrew,
wishing the stranger " bnona notte,"
The supper was not long• in making
its appearance. It consisted of a
basin of vegetable soup, flavored' with
grated cheese, a portion of roast kid,
smoking hot, a scrap of Parmesan,
on. the same plate with half ,a dozen
wizened applgs, and a' cup of
black coffee to eonclude with: Every
thing that was not flavored with
cheese tasted more or less of garlic.
However, a flask of capital Monte
Pulcinno (made amends for the defects
of the cuisine, and when he hid fin
ished it, and had taken a stroll in
the Piezza, where thequaint shadow
of the church lay black , across the
moon-whitened pavement, 'the artist
asked to be shown to his room.
It proved to be a long, draughty
apartment with a tiled floor; clean
enough, but sGpremely•uncomforta
ble. However, too used to roughing
it to be critical, he soon "turned in,"
leaving the lamp burning. Tir6d as
Ile was, 'it was some time befoib be
slept. ,
Fragmentary recollections or the
past day haunted him ; the hill
scenery unrolled before him in an
endless panorama, he heard the con
vent bells, the tinkling mandoline,
the voices of the gossips at the inn
door. Then his thoughts reverted to
Desmond,whom he pictured arriving
next morning, brisk and blithe, and
debonair, making himself at home in
the place at, once, joking with the
host, rambling about the old town in
search of his " Lucretia Borgia," and
incidentally making acquaintance
with every man, woman and child he
With a smile at the thought, Thor
burn at length fell asleep. •
_ How long his sleep lasted he never
knew. He woke with a start—woke
completely, passing without transi
tion from the deep insensibility of
dreamless slumber into full conscious
ness- —and sat up in bed, looking
round him with a bewildered stare.
Had he dreamed it, or had he real
y heard Desmond calling him ?
He listened. Within 'and without
the house all was profoundly still—
so still that he could hear the owls
hooting in the wide, dark country
outside thewalls of the town.
Ho sprang out of bed and went to
the window ; perhaps Desmond was
waiting for admittance in the street
below ?
Half in the forlorn light of the
waning moon, half in the black sha
dow of the church, the Piazza say,
bare, silent, solitary, with no liVing
creature visible save a vagabond dog
creeping stealthily, 'across it. The
town was silent as a city of the dead ;
in the distance the owls still hooted
monrnfully witha sound of " Woe—
woe !"
As ha leaned on the window-ledge
looking out, and pondering over his
strange delasion, a curious feeling of
numbness and insensibility began to
creep over him. It was as though a
thick veil or cloud were gradually in
terposed between his senses in the
outer world. There was an interval
of black unconsciousness, from
he awoke—into a dream. His wide
open eyes were still fixed onthe Pi
azza, but with some mysterious inner
vision he -beheld h quite different
scene—one utterly unfamiliar to
He was standing, he thought,
in the interior of a half-ruined
tower, which seemed to have been
the Campanile of some church or
chapel. Through a breach in the
walls he could see, outside, a large,
weed-grown courtyard, with the re
mains of .a cloistered walk at one
side, and at the - end a low stone
house, half hidden with trees. .
Suddenly he heard Desmond's
voice calling him. It seemed to
come, hollow and muffled, from be
neath the floor of the tower, under
his feet. He looked around, and no
ticed fur the first time a low, arched
door in one of the massive walls. It
Was open, showing a flight of \ worn
stone-steps, leading to a vault or
crypt below.
He was not conscious of changing
his position, but. the next moment he
seemed to be,in the crypt: It had a
dapt and earthy odor,
,and was pro
foundly dark, except where a faint
mysterious light at one end showed
him Desmond stretched stretched on the
damp stones, in a pool of his own
- blood:
The shock of horror which ran
through him at that sight broke the
spell. His vision' suddenly faded
into darkness; gradually, as it had
gathered, the cloud passed from his
perceptions, and-. he regained -con
sciousness. to find himself still stand
ing at the windoiv, with his eyes fix
ed on the moonlit Piazza.
He sank into a chair; passing his
hand Over his damp forehead. His
heart beat tumultuously; - his mind
was in a whirl: What had he seen?
Was it only a waking dream—a 1
hallucination—the result perhaps of
over fatigue? No; it was far too
real, too vivid !.That terrible . picture
seemed-burned into his' brain ; when
he closed his eyes he could still see
it, painted on the darkness, and
Desmond's voice—urgent, imploring,
reproachful—rang in his ears ; a pas
sionate, despairing summons, uttered
in a moment of supreme peril. Had
it reached him too late?
The thought went through his
heart like a knife'. He started to his
feet, resolved to lose no more time in
Vain conjectures,
,but to get ready
at once, and be away with the first
gleam of :morning in search of his
friend. Already the moon and stars
were paling,- as a faint cold light
crept upward from the east, and by
, the time that he was dreSsed the sky
was flushed with the lovely rays of
Half an hour later; Thorburn pass
ed out of the gate,' under the shrine
of Our Lady of the Seven Sor
rows, and went his way down the
steepitoad, leaving behind him the
forlorn little town on its rocky height,
dark against the dawn, as last night
he bad seen it dark against the stars.
Beautiful beyond telling was the
scene which stretched before him,
bathed in the ineffable brightness and
stillness of early morning. The bare
and melancholy Apennines, transfig
ured by the dash 01 sunrise, looked
radiant, rose-colored, ethereal, like
mountains in .a fairy-tale or a dream.
The valleys were still white with mist,
but, here and there a rent iu the
gauzy veil disclosed distant towns
and villages, a monastery or hillside
belfry gleaming white from amid
woods - of olive or chestnut.: ' The
swallows wheeled high up in the lit
n inotis air; little golden-green liz•
ards basked in the sunshine ; myriads
of yellow butterflies flitted past, like
leaves that the light breeze scatters
in sport.
Everything seemed full of life and
joy this radiant Summer morning,
and, in spite of himself, Thorburn
felt the ,inffnence of the scene. He
could nOt altogetGer shakei dff the
vague apprehension which oppressed
him, but he felt, - somehow, relieved
and reassured. Out here, in the air
and the , sufilight, supernatural fears
seemed absurd.
The dew was still on the grass
whe i g hecreaehed St. Giovanni-in-the-
Vale, a squalid, straggling- village,
with one "long, unlovely street,"
whete fowls, pigs, and children dis
poited themselves l indiscriminately.
On making inquiries he found that
Desmond had not been seen in the
place the day before, but a little goat
herd—a grinning, white-toothed, sun
burned urchhi—had passed him "just
after sundoln, on the hill-road, not
far from 'Sandro Morelli's."
Without a moment's delay Thor
burn set off again. -
The road, which wound upward
out of a thickly-wooded valley, was
little more than a- wagon-track, dry
and crumbling, and strewn-with peb
bles, like the bed of a torrent. He
had followed it for some distance be
fore he reached any habitation, and
then it was only a solitary farm-house
standing back from the road, with a
few poor fields Of maize and corn,
and a little grove.of tbestnut trees at
the side. •
- - -
IA man was o diggiiig in the
close to the house. aad Thorburn ap
proached him to leirn how far he
still was from his destination,
On being adnressed, the other
shook back a tangled mane of blaCk
hair and looked up. lie -was a 112119- ,
cular, broad-shouldered fellow, of the
type which, in Tuscan phrase, is
"molded with the' fist, and polished
with the pick-axe," with a sombre,
olive-tinted face, and fierce, haggard,
dark eyes. Ilis blue and white Shirt
was open at the neck, showing . a
massive brown throat ; ' his bare feet
were thruk into wooden shoes.
He stuck his spade into the ground,
and looked his interlocutor over at
leigure before he. replied, nodding
over his shoulder at the building be
hind them. " There it is."
" That! But that is a farm, not an
• ,
" Call it what you like. There is
the hduse, and here am: , I, 'Sandro.
Morelli, if you want mc." And he
went on digging.
The'artist . turned to, look at the
house, and noticed for the first time
that the bough which serves in lieu
of. a sign at the humbler class of
Osterias, hang over the door. It was
a poor place, roughly built of great
blocks of stone, which had evidently
once serves A a more dignified purpose.
No ruins were to be seen from the
"A friend of mine,,an Englittlnan,
put up here last night," , Thorbum re
. 44 shall I find him indoors ?"
The man looked up again, shading
his eyes from the sup., . •
" You are mistaken,; your friend
did not put up "here. We had no
guest in the house last night."
Thorburn started, looking at him
in doubt and incredulity.
" But—but there •is no other inn
where he could have lodged, and
when last seen he was close to your •
" When was that ?"
"Just after sunset yesterday."
"I was out then ; mb _wife: may
have seen him pass. it'ou_ can ask
her; there she is."
The artist turned toward the house,
and found himself in the presence. of
the loveliest woman' he had ever seen
or dreamed of. She stood in the
doorway, like a .radiant picture
„in a
dark frame- " a daughter of the gods,
divinely tall, and most divinely fair."
She was in the noontide of her beau
ty ; her figure, full, but not heavy,
her small head' nobly set above the,
rounded throat and shoulders. Her
complexion was of that warm white
ness which old poet calls* "a golden
pallor - ;" hazel eyes, soft, as velvet,
iooked out from uncle' 'lever brows ;
rippled hair, of a rare and lovely
Shade' of tawny gold, was coiled in
superb luxuriance, round her head.
"Half light, hilt shade she stood ;
"A eight to wake ■u old man young."
But her face had an expression
which-seemed out of harmony with
its radiant and gracious beauty ; a
fixed, iuserirable look, 'like that
which perplexes one sometimes in the
marble' features of, some antigtie
statute, whose legend. is long forgot
ten. •
'•Speak then," her husband said
roughly ; . 4 you heard - the question."
" A gentleman—a signor inglese-L
-passed by -yesterday evening, after
sunset," she ,answered, addressing-
" Passed by ?" he repeated ; "did
be not come to the house l"
There was a pause before she an
swered. Her husband looked up at
her, with his foot on the spade.
" He came, to the door," she said
slowly, looking at him, and not at
her questimier. " I was standing
here, and he asked me for a glass of
" Andthen ?" Thorburn interroga
ted anxiously.- "That was not all?"
".What more should there. be ?"
the man exclaimed impatiently; " he•
asked for a glass of water, and when
he had drank it went on his way."
Thorburn - glanced froin one to the
other, and, after a moment's pause,
said quietly: "I have had my walk
for nothing, it seems._ I
~will rest a
few moments, if you please, and taste
your mine-before going further."
'As Blanca drew back for him to
piss, her eyes met his with 'a look
that thrilled and startled him. Fear,
waiming, entreaty=what did that
eloquent glance extteas He, felt
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that it was full of significance if he
had but the clue.
The door opened upon the kitchen,
a quaint,','homely place, with coarse
frescoes on the walls, gaudy cups and
plates displayed on a cupboard, and
a. waxen _image on the chimneypiece.
One wide, unglazed casement, with
bars across, `looked oil
upon the. _fields ; opposite the en
trance was another door, closed. The
room was lot and close, pervaded by
a musty -smell of dried herbs and
beans and onions.
The man followed them in at once,
and half sat, half leaned on a table
under the . window, with his back to
the light
-Moving like Juno, and looking, in
her homely dress, like a - Queen in
disguise, Blanca placed before the
visitor a flask of wine and half a
loaf of coar.,e bread.
"Are there any remains of the
,convent which once stood here ?" he
'asked, as he poured out the wine. "I
see no ruins- ~
. "They, are in, the court at the back,"
the man replied ; " only a cloister
and the bell-tower."
Thorburn was raising the glass to
his lips. Heset it down untasted.
"Apparently our . wine is not to
your liking ?" Morelli.remarked.
• "The room is close; I feel stifled."
Olieying a gesture of her husband,
Blanca opened the doer, opposite to
which Thorburn was" sitting, and ad
mitted a brilliant, flood of sunshine.
Outside, iii the light and heat, was;
a spacious weed-grown 'court-yaFtl,,
incumbered with weod•stacks, oil
presses, and heaps of hay and straw.
At one side was a damp, dilapidat
ed, stone cloister; at the end a ruin
ed Lombard' tower.
The artist put his hands befote his
eyes, as if the light dazzled him.
Ile felt a creeping chill among the
roots of his hait, and his hands,
burning hot, a' moment ago, were
suddenly damp and cold.' ; Plainly
as if it were then before him, he
could see' the dark vault, the pros 4
trate figure, the, dreadful red stain on
the stone floor— •
For a moment .horror paralyzed
him, but that; weakness passed, and
left him deadly calm. His hand was
steady, his senses quickened,_ his
nerves braced to meet the danger in
any shape. He furtively felt in the,
breast-pocket of his coat to make
sure that something, without which
he never traveled, was still there,
then rose and approached the door.
"Are • those the ruins ? They 'are'
picturesque. I should like to haVe a
nearer view of them."
" 'Sense," Morelli _returnezi, "I‘Ve
do not make a show of tnem. Iryou
are curious in old stones, there are
plenty to be seen elsewhere." ..! '
" But I have heard these are par
ticularly interesting:" Thorburn an
sweied deliberately,-" that there,is a
Vault - or crypt under the tower."
" Who'told you that ?" The ! ex
=clamation seemed. to have escaped
him, involuntarily. He bit his lip,
and added hastily,
,"There is no;
crypt; at least I know of hone."
"Perhaps you have not looked for
it ? .Curious disc4eries are made in.
Such places. sometimes." He, spoke
the last words looking the other full
in the eyes.
Morelli's face changed—turned
ashy pale, haggard, terrible ; and his
hand9tole to his waistband. But he
checked himself, and, after mo
ments pause, saidi with a sudden and
sinister change of manner to ironical
courtesy: " Well, Signor, if you are
bent on makingttliscotreries, I
not thwart you. You shall see the
tower, Come with us, mia bella,'? he
added, filming to his wife,-who was
-standing motionless in the shadow at
the end:Of the room.' •
She came forward,inoving mechan
ically, like a sleep-walker; her • eyes
fixed upon her husband's face.
" Go first," he said, thawing back.
for her to pass. She precedeilithem
out -of the house and: across the
cella-yard to the entrance or: the
tower ; there she paused. andltiood
in the-arch, with her hand on a"pro
jecting fragment of masonry, while
Morelli and the artist entered.
Thorburn lquke I, round.' The place•
was like and unlike the scene of `his
vision. The genefal features were
the same, but the details differed
The tower was roofless.; overhead
was a Space of cloudless sky, where
a flock of pigeons fluttered:, white
against the blue. heaps Of debris in
cumbered the floor, and.• were piled
against the walls. No door was visi
ble. As he looked around in perplex
ity; his eyes lighted on''Blanca's face.
With one lightning glance, unobserv-
A by her husband, he indicated a
point'in the wall opposite to the en
trance. He took but one stride to •
w l ard it , and began to tear away the
rubbish that was heaped against
flinging , the stones
behind 'him, regardless where - they,
fell. Behind, deep-set in the Massive
masonry, was a low, nail=studdeff
He looked round at Mnrelli, point
ing to it without a word: The latter
approached. There was an ill-omen
ed smile on his lips, but his face was
white and his eyes had a look of
menace not to be mistaken. .
" The Signor is - . a magician truly.
Such knowledge is 4onderful—abd a
little dangerous. It is alwaysdanger
ous to knot , / too much." Then; with
a gesture of mock courtesy, he add r -
ed " Exceljenia 1 follow you."
Thorburn had' his band - upon the
bolt, but before he could draw it a
voice cried, "stay, stay," and a hand
grasped his arm. ' It was' Blanca.
Blanca—so transformed by eicite
ment that she looked like another
woman. The story,. • apathetic ex
pression had fallen from her face like
• a mask; her eyes Were dilated, and a
scarlet spot burned in her cheeks.
' You must not pass that (Idol' till
you have heard what I have' to, tell'
you," she,panted. "Ay! I will speak
now thouahiou kill me the next mo
ment," she added, turning to her. hits
band with a gesture of defir.nce:
"The Signor shall know all—and so
shall you. I have something, to tell
that you do not dream or."
Morelli looked at her stupidly ; he
seemed too amazed at the change in
her to take in the sense of her Words.
. "1 know or guess the worst Si - I
$l.OO per Annum in Advan
ready," Thorhurn said sole nly. , "I
know that my friend lies . in he vault
under our feet. I believe that - -he has
been foullfniurdered--"
" No, no!" she. interrupted; tri
lim-phantly ; " not murddred—for he
ts. alive t"
The two "men uttered a simultane
ous exclamation—Thorburn of jay;
the. Italian= of rage -and incredulity.
":14 is false!" he, shouted furiously,
threatening her with his hand; "clever
as you are, you could not 'bring .
S7our:lover to life again." .
She looked at him with a smile . of
scorn. "My lover ? - I never saw
him till yesterday, when he came to
the door to ask for a drink of water.
lle beggedtme—as courteously as if
I had" been a Queen—to let him draw
my face, to put in a picture. he was
painting. I consented; where was
the harm?' but be had hardly begun,
when you burst into the place = you
had been watching me; I suppose, as
usual—insulted him, struck me, and,
when he , interposc4 - to defend me
from your violence-0 Dio! . shall I
ever lot get seeing him - fall. at my
.• She shuddered, and hid her face in
her hands. "When I' was hiding in
this place last nightfor I could not
breath under the roof that sheltered
you—l.hesrd a sound in the vault
below. It was a yoicethe'voice..of•
the man you had left there, for dead
—crying for help.. hurried.back,tio
the house, got a lantern a flask.of
wine, and some other things, and
went' down into the vault.. There he
lay; on the . damp stones,. bleeding to
death in the dark . . He was conscious,
but his mind wandered. fie took me
for an angel, and said such'.
beautiful things 1.. I bound up his
wound - and sat with him all night,
putting vine to his lips to keep the
life in him- Toward morning he fell
into, a stupor; and 'then I left` him,
piling up the stones outside the door,
'as I found them:;.. You . kept close
watch upon me, but if yip . had tied
me hand and , foot I would 'nave found
a way, before the; sun was; ;high, to
escape and denounce you." 2. -
With a hoarse cry of rage
ed upon her s knife •in hand. I ThoYI
burn' interposed . just in time: and,
placing himself
: before her, drew out
his'revolver. Savage and, desperate;
the man made a snatch .at it, wrench
ed it from 'his grasp, awl pointed it
foil in his face.. Quick as thought,
the artist struck = up his arm.: There
was .a flash, a 'sharp report, and Mo
relli staggered backward, and fell
headlong, shot - through the brain.
The first moment Of the -stupefac
tion past, Thorburn bent over the
body, and.. turned the face upward.
After one `glance he rose.
"•Your husband broutht his death
upon himself,"- .he .said gravely;
" but if you had told me the truth
when I spoke 'to yisu at the door, thi4
might have been avoided." _
" Signor—forgive me! I. tried to
speak, hut—but with his eyes upon
Me, I thirst not., You do ribt know
what he was,". she, added, in a shud
dering whisper; with a Side-Jong
glance at the prostrate figure—never
more -to be feared now. ' • -
Thorhurn looked at her compas
sionately: " I understand," he said
gently ;
~will - not . reproach you.
Come—let us waste no more time.
There is a life to be saved ;" And,
irawirig back the heavyjolt, he de-,
scended the steps into thEervpt.•
Au oil lamp in one corner diffused
a feeble circle of light around,. leavz
ing. the 'extremities of • the vaulted
chamber in obscurity. Near the light;
on a : heap • of straw and tagg, lay-
Desmond, with an - _ awful stillness
and :pallor 'on . his face, which made
the handsome features seem un
familiar to his friend.
" We are too'late !" groaned Thor
"No, 'Signor. • he is only in a
swoon, just as I left him." - . She put
back the damp, disorderedhair from
his forehead. " How. beautiful he
is!" •she murmured with a sort of
awe; "like the pictures of the bles—
ed.St. John." • ,
touch seemed-to roust. him.
His eves unclosed and rested on her
." You are still here ?, Oh; you are
kinder than my friend," , he whisper
ed. "I called to trim—till my voice
failed—but he never.came."
Those words gave Thor a en
rious thrill. " I am here no uk,
old fellOw;" he said huskily ; but
Desmond, had already relapsed into
insensensibility, • I
_" He niust , .Liot remain here; but '
can you help -- e to carry him, Bian-
" Yes', yes," she assented eagerly,
extending her strong white arms.
Betw.een•them they bdre him up
the steps, across'the courtyard,• and
( into the house,. - and laid' him down
on the bed in an- inner Chimber—a
bed. which he was not destined to
leave for many a weary day. •
"Here's a pretty . state of things!
I must have been as blind. as a bat
not tQ have seen it before." •
• .It was ThOrburn who spoke, . and_
the words were addressed to himself.
in a tone of vexation and perplexity.
Three weekspiad passed away, raid
Desmond, thanks partly to an 'excel
lent constitution, chiefly, to Bianca's
. tender nursing, had "healed . him of_
his grievOns wound," and was . pro-
nounced by the worthy: leech of San
Giovanni to'be quite well enough to
travel: But he showed 'a reluctance
to leave his present quarters, wliioh,
Thorburn was - at a loss to under
stand;;.:: till; on returning . from a
sketching expedition one afternoon,
he was-accidentally the witness-of
scene - which leta „flood of light 'into.
his mind; and 'caused him to. Otter
the, ejaculation recorded' above.
'Desmond,, white and.gaunt, bbt as
handsome as ever, lay on the turf in
the shadow of the 'Chestnut trees at
the side of the house, -Bianca sat
*near him; she bad a tress of straw in
'her fingers, but she.was not plaiting.
Her handtl lay idle on her lap, her
eyes were downcast.. Never had elle
looked- so 'lovely as at this ' Moment,
'when her [face was transfigured by
'some new and Sweet emotion. .
Leaping on his elbow and his side,
and looking at her with all his heart
',in his eyes,Desmo.nd - was speaking
earnestly, passionately . ; I. evidently
pleading his *cam with all; a hatitir's -
eloquence. ' .
Thorburn saw her give' him one
quick glance, in which joy and, end
nese were strangely mingled ;" saw
him take her hands, and draw - her
haearer, till her golden hair brushed
his lips—then, suddenly, beComing
conscious that he was' playing the' '
spy, he went indoors, and sat down
at the table near the irindow. "H'm
—wells if be win. make a fool, of him. -
self, he must. Certainly, she is a
lovely creature, and :she saved"-his
life ; and— r Anyhow, I can't
fere." lie had long arrived -at -this
conclusion, when, to his surprise, Bi.
sacs ehtered. There was a lock on
her face Which made him exclaini:
4, What is the matier ?
.Is Desmond
worse?" ' l.
f,' No, Signor, he is better," she
said quietly ; "so much better that
he can spare me now. So I am go.
Going!". he , echoed;'"going
where ?"
" To the Convent of Core
cis will take chawof. the ; house till
I return—if I ever , :Perhaps,
by, and by, I shall take ttwveil."
He looked at her iirithoutispeaking.
She:atGod before him in an attitude
Of composed and patient melancholy,
her hands folded before her; her eyes
veiled by their white lids.
" Does my friend know ?" he -ask
ed at length.
Her lips quivered. -
"No I—could not tell him. . You
will tell him • to-night wh e n: I a i m
gone." --- . •
• "He will be deeply hurt. at- your
leaving-him in this way.. You Inuit,
know that Ite=2. ,
'• Yes," • she interrupted,.." I. kno
It is because I know it that I lear?
him. Signor, he.has just' asked Jim
to be his wife—me," she repeatpil,
with simile of self-pity. "Look at
me and think of it
Thorburn did look at- her,
ing before him in her matchless love
liness,- and, regardless of piudence,
said what came into , his , mind.
" Your beauty would grace any sta
tion." , - 1 •
My beauty . - - and when that fades,
whdt is there left to cbaim him? ,I
am 'an ignorant peasant.. • l could not.
live h:s lice, or thinkhis thoughts.
Sooner or ater he would be - weary
of me, and then—theit my . heart-
Would break." " •
She was silent a montenti :-
'" No,. no," she contiue4 "It is
a hupdred. tiines.itarlosible! - He
awhile, will grieve for he world .
is all- before him ; he -will c soon--qes
11 - • t
soon forget."
"And you, ;Bianca • -
She looked but through - the -win
dow, as if she o were looking into the .
dim vista of years tocdme. -
• " And I Shall remember l " she
murmured, as she turned away.—
The Argosy.. ..r •
" You were in the war,' then Cap-.
tain McKillen ?" " Oh, ma'am,
yes, ma'am ; fought all through
Is there not," she asked',hesitating
ly, a great deal of danger in a bat
tle?'* " Well, yes," the Captain re- 1
plied, reflectively, " there is, there is.;
So many men standing around, you:
know, and such careless handling of i
lire arms as is almost sure to occur
during:a battle, makes it really very
unsafe." Miss Lollipop, shuddired,
and then resumed : "Are not some
people severely` injured' at times?"
" Yes," the Captain said; "they are.
I once had a friend who was hurt so
badly that.he leave hjs room
for 'several, days." AMU then she'
said she thought there Ought to - be-a.
law against them, and he. said he lie:-
lieved the Legislature Of lowa con
templated passing some ;such law at
its nest session. And She said she
.was so glad.—Burlington llatokeye.
SoaiE Americans were boasting in
Paris about their inventions, and the
wonderful. machines 'to "be found in
the States.. One of them told of the
mincing-machine which, a live pig
being introduced at one end, turned
out the animal in • sausages at the
other.end. An Irisliman, who was
not going to have the YaUkees riding
row/lA-sad over every other nation,
turned on them and said,- "13edad,
We have the same machine inilreland,
,only lours is more perfect, mire, for if
you don't like the sausages, you can
put them back into the machine, and
by reversing.the action they'll come
outlive pig agin where he went in."
THE M Wuo DARR.—fit the
Western railway station - two young
men are awaiting the departure of
the St. Germain train: The elder of
the two says to the other,- who is
watching a lady with some tenacity
" Don't look at that woman - that way."
" - Why not?" ‘,4Because c Tene day in
this very place, 'I contemplated' a lit,
tie lady- as "you are - contemplating — .
this one." " Well ?" " have
been contemplating . her now for:eight
, - !
years !7' - • • •
• 4
THERE is no place like San Franciscci -
for enterprise, after all. Last week the
wife of a well-known business man, -re
siding on Ellis street, eloped. The de
parture was discovered about' ten , ',o'clock
iu the evening, and at the same libur the
next Morning the husband had the fund=
ture sold at auction, and delivered up
key of the house to his landlord the after.' ; •
noon of the same day. He., was tsrribly
afraid she would change her mind and re.
turn. 7 -San Francisco Poai • 1,
31,RN frequebtly criticise women who
look into the shop windows' of millinery
and dry goods stores. But • men them
selves are - really- greater window gazers
than women are. They will look into
windows that contain fancy cloths for
coats, or well buinikied firearms, or nice
ly pOlished shoes, or photographs of pink
tights stuffed out like sausages, or 'big
- captivating • oysters, or cheap diamond
scarf pins. They think that women are
silly, while all the time they are morn
ingenious drug store clekk,. who
suspected that some one was tapping the
till, fixed an arrangement on it so Ithat
any one who. tried to open the drawer,
without understanding it, would get four
inches of brad•awl rammed into his hand,
And then he went out and forgot to ex
plain the thing to the boss, and ss spun
as he gets able tole about again he'd film
to hear of a job.
Wngs a Young;lady tripped into a inn
sic store the other day, and asked the
bashful' clerk iu attendance for "Two
Kisses," he jainmed .on his hat and rush
ed out of the back - deor. The clerk, ;Lev
er having heard bf,the music, thought ha
was the victim of a Leap Year propcisal,
and; hissalarY was not large enough to -
support two.- 1 : - _
TniXietroit Free Press suggests a use
•for girls. The managers of the- Aquari
um, m London, fired a girl from a can
non, and she hit a grocey and broke threa
of his ribs, and the Free .Presa thinks if
girls ,could he, used in place jof canon
balls the government would make a great
saving. • ' .
AT dinner she bad a - doctor,. at either
hand, one ofl,whom remarked, that ther_
were weU served, since they bad a duck
between theirs. ••• 'Ya l / 2 "•she broke in-1
her wit it of the sort that comes in. flash
es—" as , lam between two quacks." Then
silence fell.—Boston tronaerfpt.
AN Irish newspaper says : 41 In tiKsb
-Fence of both editors, the publishers have
Succeeded Securing the service of a gen-,
denial* to edit the paper this week."-