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Swept back by the others, the two Florentines gazed in amazeâ€" raent to learn the cause of this panâ€" ic. â€" In the distamice, brilliant beâ€" tween the dark stone of the gateâ€" way of the city, fluttered a banner, biazoned with the same device as those that blew above the walls. he peasants‘ eyes, sharpened by‘ ear, were quicker than Tomaso‘s ; 1 as some seconds_ before he ceuld discern that the banner flutâ€" tered from the canopy of a splenâ€" did cosch, magnificent in gold andf rcarlet. fesu‘=s | from theâ€" somlre ENMS~ ‘into t :s sunshine of the| gemd; aud =s it Grow nearer, he| ~~Reeping close behind them walked "a young man and a boy, better atâ€" tired than the others, yet travelâ€" worn and wearyâ€"looking. The deliâ€" cate cast of their features bespoke them of another part of Italy, as did the soft Latin tongue in which they held their whispering, excited ~ecnversation. The elder, whom his cecmpanion called Tomaso, was a fairâ€"haired youth of about nineteen ; ~the other, like enough to be a reâ€" lative, a mere child of ten or twelve The sun was growing hot, and their stout cloaks full of dull red serge were flung back, showing their leaâ€" thern doublets, to which the elder bhoy wore attached a great pouch of undressed skin, which evidently bore their day‘s provisions. Suddenly when Milan, clear and rey, was distantâ€" barcly half a ile, the group of wretched figures| s woused from its shuffling apa-{ hy ; and the terror latent in their| aspect leapt into life and motion. | From afar the city was a vision "of stately splendor, and the low dwellings clustered round about her walls, in the shadow of the palaces, appeared to the nearing traveller but a touch added of the picturc; gue. A close survey, howey vealed semiâ€"ruined }»»*=@me00re, {foul _ neglect and Gusightliness, a blot upon the scene. They were homes of peasants, who, tattered and miserable, starved and unâ€" washed, seemed their fitting occuâ€" pants. Here comes a band ! them slowly dragging along the road toâ€" wards Milan, men, women, and cml-l dren, leading a few rough-h&ired] mules, laden with scanty country' produce. It was poor stuff, and a â€"poor living they made of it. . The wealthy grew their own fruit and vegetables, the poorer could not afâ€" ford to buy. Crushed by hopeless[ oppression into a perpetual dull| mcceptance, the crowd trudged rlong, with shuffling feet and bent) heads, unheeding the beauty andl the sunshine, unnoticing the glory of the spring, with dull faces from’ which all the soul had been stamp:â€" ed out, and "fear‘‘ writ large‘ arcross the blank. Every movement showed them slaves, every line inf their bent figures told they lived unâ€"| der a, rule of terror, too potent for | them to dare even. to raise their| eyes to question.. A stream of grey |â€" and brovx monotony along the!‘ glorious road, decked with the fairâ€"| est beauty of fair Italy, these misâ€"| erable peasants were strangely out of keeping, both with the radiant ) s blossoming country and the magniâ€" | 1 ficent city they drew near. s Mi‘;gthe sky. And paramount, catchimg.the eye with color, weighâ€" ing on the mind with meaning, were the city‘s banners.â€" They floated from the gates and the highest buildings, half a score of them, all with the same device. Far off could that device be read ; a green Viper on a silver ground ; the emblazonâ€" ment of the Visconti. But for all its unspoiled beauty, the road was one of common use, for Milan was within hail. Villas, the summer dwellings of its wealthy peers, stood back among the trees, surrounded by magnificent grounds. Behind them beautiful open counâ€" try spread into the blue distance, fragrant and glorious with budding trees. And cold and magnificeut the great city itself, with its huge walls and gates, crowned and emâ€" phasied the landscape‘s beauty. The lines of hundreds of turrets and Epir'es, bgld and delicate, leapt up} It is a day in early summer, as beautiful as such days were in the ~Eerxrthern lands of 500 years ago. It is Italy steeped in golden sunlignt which lies like a haze over the spreading view ; the year 1360, when cities were beautiful and nature allâ€" pervading. _ Here is Lombardy, spread like a garden in the hollow of the hills, ringed about with the purple Apennines, covered with flowers, white, yellow, purple, and pink. This wide road, one of the finest in Italy, winds from Milan to Brescia, its whole. length through chestnut woods and plains covered with flowering myrtle. Primroses in great clusters border its sides, and from the midst of their delicats blooms spring the slender stems of’ poplar trees; these are rodâ€"gold, bursting into bloom against a tenâ€" der sky; tufts of young green; clumps of wild violets _ But for all its unspoiled beauty, ar $ 6i SÂ¥ C1 4 10 30 4 0410 410 +134 4 h 4 i4 4 C 4 h4 i4 CY 4t t o t e d CHAPTER L Meoaked witw mnleasure not ninmixed C cE N 4 o4 C P Et ce 4 M 444E OS +HHCA+U+ & | Again The Price of Dishonor ; Cr, The Lord of Veropa‘s Disappointment DUULIC ADUULV llerf CIlShi(JHS, n« Bs § of the palaces, | _;upj _ _a P caring traveller ) ;, Sfi ed of the picturc o y, howes @Tich were clutch Lngs e e 1t en sn & But on the pause there followed a cold laugh as the old man winced, faltered and dropped his eyes from that charmed and steady gaze. The soft lines died away on his smiling lips; he raised his eyes and looked straight at the old man, who, at the words, had turned in his seat and was gazing over his shoulder with an intensity of hate. LLte mm SCTE SALMUC on his lips, and a cut from the whip sent him back to his seat with a snarl of impotent fury. The woâ€" man sobbed aloud, but sat still, for the tease of the whip followed their slightest movements, though the horseman seemed to heed nothing but the parchment from which he read. ‘Beautiful the Tuscan flowers © Around the Florentineâ€"â€"" Suddenly the old man rose, and threw out his hands with a wild gesture _ towards crouching peaâ€" sants. ‘_His frantic ery was stifled _ At the rider‘s side hung a single dagger, the others were unarmed, yet the crowd trembled_ under a spell of fear as if half Italy had backed that man. No one gave sign of feeling, no one moved, though the wretched couple looked round keenly and eagerly, with the helpâ€" less misery of those who have falâ€" len below everything save fear, and will stoop to ask help of the lowest. And the Visconti banner floated out dreamily upon the light spring breeze, and the rider rode at ease and read from one parchment with a smiling face. The coach and its occupants, the salitary rider, and the redâ€"haired man were the whole of the procesâ€" slon. [ Behind them rode the single ihcrseman who had struck the terâ€" ror. _ His pace was leisurely, his horse‘s bridle held by a paleâ€"faced man with long red hair, of a stealâ€" thy bearing, crushed ard meanâ€" looking, but resplendent in a jewelâ€" led dress. The rider himself, slight and handsome, about thirty, plainâ€" ly attired in green, gave, at a firstJ glance, small token of the spell he: exercised. He rode with ease and. surety ; in oneâ€" hand a half-rolled’ parchment from which he read aloud in a soft voice, in the other a] long whip with which he flicked and teased the occupants of the carri-[ age. But this splendor of array the peasant folk of Lombardy were used to; it was not that that made them crouch as if they would ask the earth to hide them, shiver and shudâ€" der yet further back as if the soft green bank could save them. Still at the same measured pace the coach advanced; a cumbrous structure, swung high on massive gilded wheels, and open under an embroidered canopy of scarlet silk. At the head of each black horse walked a negro, rickly dressed in scarlet aud gold. The trappings of the steeds were dazzling, in stampâ€" ed leather and metal. ir _ fascinated expectation, â€" thcy stared, towards that oncoming banâ€" ner, and at the horseman who rode behind. With trembling hands and mutâ€" tered threats to their slow beasts, the hinds dragged their burdens to the roadside, forcing the children back into the hedges ; leaving clear the ways. Cowering and awestruck lcoked with pleasure not unmixed with wonder at the rich gildings, fine silk, the beauty of the four black horses, the size and magnifiâ€" cent liveries of the huge negroes who walked at their heads. To him it was an interesting sight, an incident of his travels. But to the Milanese peasants it was the symâ€" bol of the dread power that ruled Lombardy with a grip of blood, the device that kept Milan, the wealthi-‘ est, proudest city in the north, cringing in silent slavery ; the ban-} ner that had waved from city after city, added by force or treachery to the dominions of Milan ; the banâ€" rer of Gian Galeazrzo Maria Visâ€" conti, Duke. grew lan The lad gazed down the road with interest and new terror. ‘"‘That was the Viscontil Ay! Gian Galeazzo Maria, Duke of Miâ€" ‘‘And that?‘ cried the boy, his tears arrested, ‘"that man on horseback 2 ‘‘The cousin was over bold! As well face the evil oneâ€"â€"‘"‘ he mumâ€" bled and crossed himself, ‘‘as step into the path of theâ€"â€""" he stopâ€" ped abruptly and cast uneasy glancâ€" es round him. The woman looked at him with pity ; the old peasant shrugged his shoulders. He turned to his prostrate cou sin and burst into tears. We go to Verona !‘ he repeared. We have food and a little moneyâ€" if only this had not happened !‘ The boy looked up bewildered : be was halfâ€"dazed with this sudden misfortune. ‘"‘Tomaso‘s father sent for him to tome to him in Della Scala‘s court, and as last year my father was slain in the wars with Venice, since then I have resided with my cousinâ€"and ro accompany himâ€"having naught else to do !" For even to the dull mind of the peasantry, Florence, who alone of the cities of Italy had preserved her liberty, seemed a country of the free, a republic of equality. ‘‘Thou are from Florence!‘ said the old man again. ‘"Ay, indeed, I know thou are from Florence for thy mate here to have had such daring. Why camest_ thou from Florence to anywhere by way of Milan ? With a certain dull humanity, kindness it could scearcely be called that was so inert and full of apaâ€" thy. one or two of them gave what help they could. He broke off, and wrung his hands. ‘"Oh, help me, someone; Tomaso is dying !‘‘ ‘"Â¥es,""‘ he said, over his shoulâ€" der. ‘"My cousinâ€"he is done to death, I fear meâ€"and I woere travyâ€" elling by way of Milan to Della Seala‘s courtâ€"â€""* The child dropped again to his knees beside Tomaso. To Vercna!‘ said an old peaâ€" sant, turning sharply at the name. "To Verona!‘‘ He glanced at his companion and could searce refrain from weeping. "I know it, but the company we travelled with was bound for Milan. Three days ago we missed them, and thought to find them in the city where we looked to spend the night, but now_â€"â€"=" C | Â¥f "I come from Florence," said the lad quickly, "travelling to Veâ€" rona." ‘‘To Verona! Thou are not on thy way to Verona here." _ ‘‘Who are thou that thou knowâ€" est not?" she asked. comragerâ€"gaced 1nto tDh with horrorâ€"stricken eyes She turned a dull face up from the scattered vegetables she was gathering together.. > _ . s |‘ ‘"‘But straight and firm from tg | C | ‘‘Who was it 1‘‘ he whispered at last to the woman near him. ‘‘Who was it 1 So great was the spell upon the peasants, that though the wounded koy lay moaning in the road, not a man, scarce a child among them stirred from his place till the banâ€" ner of the Viper was a silver speck in the distance. Then W_ 123 ‘"‘Drive on,‘" he_ said, and the dreary procession started again, winding through the sun and, shaâ€" dow towards Brescia. There was no need for a second. With a seream of pain, Tomaso fell back, and then, as if noticing them for the first time, the horseman sent his glance on the crowd. No scurd or movement; they cowered beneath his eyes in deprecating siâ€" lence. { But on the outside of the crowd, Tomaso and Vittore, kneeling with the rest, as that banner drew near, now stirred uneasily, and, as the coach came abreast, the woman made a convulsive movement with her hands. The elder sprang to his feet and stepped forward impulsiâ€" vely. . At sight of him in the roadâ€" way the horseman drew rein, and the terrorâ€"stricken crowd watched Lreathless, while the youth advancâ€" ed boldly to his stirrup, hot words upon his lips, defiance in his eyes. The redâ€"haired man at the bridle crouched, but before the lad could speak, the rider, leaning forward, struck him a blow full across the face. read the horseman, and the cavalâ€" cade passed on its heavy way, and the faint hope that had leapt to life within the wretched victims, at sight of human eyes upon them, died within them. The woman gazed round_ the crowd, desperate in hopeless misâ€" ery.. Hopeless indeed. Not a finâ€" ger was raised, not a word uttered, though, men alone, they numbered more than filty. Again the whip cirecled round them, and the calm voice continued : ‘Perchancee thou wouldst not dare to turn And draw the veil from off that face, earing what secrets thou might‘st learn Both for thine own and her disâ€" grace," The m C oo onreenreene e avel lars grew Lombard ranks between." "He is dead!""‘ he cried, "I know be is dead !"‘ _ But he dared not leave him; besides, Milan held a terror, and he would scarcely dare fever. As the day wore on, new and sickening terror seized on Vitâ€" tore. The Visconti would return to Milan! _ Hiding his face in his kands, he sobbed aloud. Since the bright dawn of the morning, what a change in prospecéts! Della Scaâ€" la‘s court a ruinâ€"and Tomaso‘s fatherâ€"his uncle, the only parent he had ever knownâ€"what of. him! And Tomaso too! He must sit there and see him die beside him. As the noontide waned, he had fallen again into stupor, and the boy looked at his changed face distractedly. J popâ€" The boy dragged Tomaso‘s head and shoulders as far into the shade as he could manage, remoistened the bandages about his head, and tried to force down his throat some cf the food and drink they carried. But the youth muttered between clenched teeth, and lay with wideâ€" staring eyes, inert and unresponâ€" sive. _ His consciousness had reâ€" turned, but he was delirious in It was just after the victory in the longâ€"standing wars between the cities; Verona had fallen into the Visconti‘s thands; interchange of traffic was for the time laid low ; the road likely to be deserted, and for hours none passed. «The young Florentine sank down vupon the grass, and looked after the retreating train in mute disâ€" tress. To seek for help would mean te leave his cousin, and he could not move him. Tomataso lay in a aeep swoon, for the blow had driven him back upon a stone. Terribly wounded about the face, Tomaso added to his young cousin‘s distress by his ghastly appearance, his bead bound in rough bandages, torn from Vittore‘s clothing, and now darkly stained with blood. The boy wrung his hands and )aoked up and down the roadâ€"no one in sight. e The peasants of the Lombardy lived in the shadow of an awful name_ Gian Galeazzo Maria Visâ€" conti knew neither fear of God nor man, neither pity nor remorse. ‘‘Any moment a soldier of the Visconti may come by, or the Visâ€" conti himself may return, then anyâ€" one found tending one of his vicâ€" tims will be in sorry plight.‘""‘ This mumbled out with curses at the deâ€" lay, was their own answer. E Even the woman listened blankly to his entreaties, and the throng sullenly departed on its way. We risk our necks by staying by thee,""‘ growled one larkâ€"browed man. ‘‘As for thy companion, it is his own mad doing. He is dead, and we may be dead this time toâ€" morrow, and kicked into the ditch like him." ‘"‘But thou wilt not leave me here?" said_ Vittore, in distress. ‘‘Where shallâ€"I gol What shall I do?"" But the peasant folk were not much moved by his misfortunes, too much used to scenes like this. y ‘Hold thy peace! ?m peace!‘‘ cried angry voices. ‘‘What hast thou to do with such as he ?" and the old man, whose better inâ€" telligence _ made him a source of danger to the others, was dragged away. ‘‘Mastino della Scala perished in the flames of his burning palace ; his wife is a prisoner, yonder in Milan, in the Visconti‘s Doh Thou bast not much t Denla Scala‘s court,”;x';fl "But my uncleâ€"Della Scala‘s court!‘‘ eried the boy distractedly. The old man drew himself up in his rags and spoke with a mixture of pride and awe. tory ‘"Help me!"‘ he said. ‘"We would on; I dare not stay alone." The old man laughed harshly. ‘‘Where will you on to? Are we tc drag you into Milan to be whipt to death for harboring you; and Verona is in the hands of the Visâ€" contiâ€"his last and _ greatest vicâ€" And Vittore saw the whole band turning off, pushing, driving, and urging their beasts along. He dragged at his still senseless comâ€" panion in a sudden panic. "‘They will never return from Brescia,‘""‘ ho said; "‘they mustâ€"be near seventyâ€"old for such an end. However, hush thee, woman, ‘tis no affair of ours!‘‘ Several anxious voices echoed him. "Why should we care !‘‘ said one, ‘"‘tis a Visconti the less to crush The peasant checked her outbreak but looked down the road with gloomy eyes. "Oh, Luigi, Luigi, my little child, it was his father and mother, his father and mother !"‘ She grasped the old man‘s arm. ‘‘Mark you how she looked at me t‘ she cried. A young woman suddenly snatchâ€" ed her child up from the ground and strained it to her, in a pasâ€" sion of distress. A silence fell.. The crowd shuffled away from him, and turned their faces to the city. Used to seenes ef horror as they woere, the cavalâ€" cade that had just passed them seemed, even to their half hearts, 10 have chilled the sunlight with its terror. ‘‘Ay, and beat her!‘‘ There was a touch of pride in the answer, for the peasant was of Milan. But the boy did not notice the remark he was too absorbed in terrified conâ€" jecture. ‘‘And they in the carriageâ€"â€" be whispered. _ ‘"‘The Duke of Milan! He who lately warred with Florence!‘ he cried breathlessly. I}J The boy gazed on him, struck by his tone, and Tomaso‘s eyes, hal{â€" "Then we will not enter Milan either,‘‘ said the stranger, "since Visconti has not." And he fell again into & silence which Vittore dared not break, while under the stranger‘s care Toâ€" maso opened his eyes, and feebly muttered and tried to rise. _ But the other bade him wait a while, and turned to Vittore again. ‘‘And which way _ did Visconti ride?‘ he asked. The boy pointed. ‘‘The peasants said it was towards Brescia."‘ "And he has not yet reâ€"entered Milan ?" ‘""No, messer.‘‘ But now Vittore felt and showed respect. "‘So this is Visconti‘s doing,""‘ he saidâ€"at â€"last. _ â€""Thy cousin is a brave lad." The stranger was quite a long breath. ‘"How did this happen ?‘ he asked presently, touching the mark upon| Tomaso‘s face. And Vittore toid‘ kim. | The stranger was bending over Tomaso, and Vittore did not see his face. ‘‘Alas, messer, we were going to Verona." ‘‘To Verona, by way of Milan ?‘ We had no choice. The company we travelled with were bound hiâ€" ther, but three days ago missed them, and came on here alone, lest perhaps they had preceded us. But for this accident we thought to pass the night in Milanâ€"but now, what shall we do? and we hear that Veâ€" rona has been taken!" ‘"It will be dark soon," he said, ‘"‘and perchanceâ€"â€"‘‘ he broke off abruptly. ‘‘Thy cousin, didst thou say !â€"what has happered to him!? Wounded in some roadside fray !‘ He rose as he spoke and crossed cver to the fallen boy. "And what are you two_ doing travelling alone?‘ he demanded sternly. Vittore pointed to the recumbent figure halfâ€"hidden in the bank ; the man glanced gcross, then round him. The sun was almost set, a whole flock of delicate little pink clouds trembling over Milan, its noble outline already half in shaâ€" 2’} F 2 1 ine |â€" The hed shortly. "‘Th e oir, ~ _cried the lad adval}clng,J fir;h;;‘;fl; 1;?111%;2)231)21"(()1;7 {vho i]z,],;e ©f am in great distress. & My cou-,: %’isconti + hoara. “Perhaps J o3 sin lies there dead, or dy‘lnig'. Help! foss Hienâ€"othors Breil ns adaed 3+ ho heâ€" hltm to.eiofl?;(:%’e ;ee;]jed 1 with sudden intensity, "I have onlyE L am a s NS T have hetâ€"| two things to live for ; one is to tel the traveler, ol 3y tS * rVisconti c%o his face what one man‘s ter for myself uo.â€"mght.‘ is I}"‘tred t s â€" o 10 £ . His baésfics(?tiljshgfesjns Heea;gonl?é[ And leaving them halfâ€"terrified, again Bs s p into the road and shadâ€" ir the refined Tus*ca.n ti)ngue, tflgj?r?gs}filsoggelsnlgoked lngast uon 1a-ng1_1Lage of the b(j)utel‘ ct?ssgi’r’?unr"l'ir’aly away from Milan:; but the 3 Vutore,f ‘L};fii;.dsflie; tfie rough! dusk was settling fast, not a soul in ed, more fa oL. 3 & sound. j dialect of Lombardy, which hf’ omd' S‘%hrtéqssiflya v?itb ahâ€"air of religh Tomaso could Only fasy coxnpre_’born :)f npvzr-annncr radalnthan t hnoss bend. s e ~ w "B@ what I can find for myself," he added, ‘"thou are welcome to share. Where is thy cousin?‘ ’ A battered leathern cap covered his head, and from his shoulder huns a cagged scarlet clowk. A dagâ€" P Tewert stuck in his fi:fi: hung at his P lue. The man‘s face and bearing belied his dress. He was not handâ€" some, and a peculiar effect was givâ€" en to the expression by the hallâ€" shut brown eyes, but he_ had a grave and stately bearing, and as ho a little unclosed a searching gaze upon Vittore, the boy felt renewed encouragement. j "Bir, ‘â€"cried the lad advancing,! "I am in great distress. My couâ€" sin lies there dead, or dying. Help! me to get him to some shelter.‘" | He was a powerful man of giganâ€" tic size, clothed in coarse leather, undressed, patched, slashed, and travelâ€"worn. His legs were bound with straw and thongs of skin, the feet encased in rough wooden shoss stuffed with grass. : A gleam of hope sent Vittore for ’ ward.. Here was somceonse who, { alone and on foot, must know the| perils of travel, and might be kindâ€" ‘ hearted; though, with Tomaso dead what even pity could do for him hé |â€" scarcely knew. ( Then again the boy‘s beart failed him. Perhaps| this was no more than some wanâ€" + dering robber. He paused, drew y back, and the traveler came on not a noticing him, his gaze fixed keenly | ; or the distant city. y By the readside some boulders, § bkalfâ€"hidden in violets and golden | n with moss, offered a seat, and hallâ€" | i t stumbling over them, the stranger’ 3 abruptly withdrew his eyes from Milan and saw for the first time the | S boy, who from a few paces off was | timorously observing him. [ s |tc enter it. Perhaps when the peaâ€" | sants returned they might have pity on them; if notâ€"again his ) sobs filled up the lonely outlook. |The long hours dragged by ; â€"a | horseman passed, a mercenary ladâ€" en with some plunder from Verona ; be did not even turn in the saddle. A few peasaunts slowly came back from Milan, seeking their huts around the neighboring villas. But they were as deaf to his cries ag | befors; he could come with them {if he liked; but the otherâ€"ihe was |dead and killed by the Visconti; let him lie there. And now Vittore twas in despair; the sun was begin-‘ \ning to drop behind the trees, the 'delicate stems of _ the poplars stretched in long blue shadows, t-he‘ faint golden light lay across the iprimroses, making them fairy-]ike.’ Buddenly a step aroused him. Someâ€" _one along the road. He started to his feet, and there, still in the disâ€" tance, but rapidly approaching, was the figure of a traveller, his| shadow thrown before him, his face set towards Milan. I CHAPTER IL Mrs. Gualeo_â€"of _ presented the town : ings, several acres $25,000 endowment £ The house of Mr. Michae cf Chatham was wrecked by plosion of natural gas. _ â€"â€"The Toronto law departm the city is not responsible windows broken on Hallowel A special train left Mattay bring the injured to that pla treatment. So far the casual includes: McBride and H from the United States, mis J. Menard, fireman. _ The Fireman Bergounhan.â€" McBr supposed to be drowned. Two names unknown, will likely Six are badly burned. |Steamer on Loake Temiskaming 1 Blew Up Near Lacding. |__ A despatch from North Bay says : %A, terrible disaster: occurred beâ€" itweep 5 and 6 o’clock_ on Tuesday evening on Lake Temiskaming, agâ€" compamed by loss of life and inâ€" juries. _The steamer Temiskaming of t‘ e Temiskaming Navigation Co. was approaching Temiskaming landâ€" ing on her regular trip from New Liskeard with _ passengers _ and freight when, without any warning, her boiler exploded, wrecking the steamer and throwing the passenâ€" gers and crew into a panic, several keing cast into the lake by the sudâ€" den shock. Details are lacking, owâ€" ing to the remoteness of the s Temiskaming Landing being branech of the C. P. R, ru horth from Mattawa.â€" Eive death from _the _ explosion drowning, while many are inji W Foksceoremis ue ubar t he strode into the road and shadâ€" ing his eyes looked long and searchâ€" ingly away from Milan; but the dusk was settling fast, not a soul in sight, not a sound. , Presently, with an air of relief, born of newâ€"sprung resolution, the stranger returned to the expectant boys. s |, _ from a personal test I shall not hesitateâ€"to recommend it, especially to all suffering women. | ‘"Peruna has gained full confiâ€" ‘denee and a permanent stay in our ~home." closing, reâ€"opened and fixed themâ€" selves upon the stranger‘s face. ‘‘Messer, you. hate Visconti?‘ 32 h c “Messér, you whispered Vittore â€" A Great Tonic. : Mrs. Aana Linder, lt 5, Dagâ€" sell, Miun., â€"zites> "‘I took Peruna and am well. 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