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I--C‘.'-- Oh. that’s no objection, for there will be another sentry placed along with you, and he can challenge it you can fire. Well. stammered the private, b-b-but I may be t-taken and run through the s-g-gizzard before I can câ€"c-cry qu- all-quarter. â€"vâ€"v'v-â€"' You don't go to tglk, but to fight, said the colonel. But they'll p-p-put me on g-g-guard, and a man may go ha-ha-half a mile before I can say, Who-who-who goes there? Colonel Hunt says that a private in the First Regiment, Ohio, refuses to go to __the war because he stutters. While it is, of course. always possible that the Spaniards may commit some blunder which may lead to an early ending of the war, it will be unwise to reckon upon such a contingency. Should they conduct their campaign even measurably well, 'the contest is likely to Le one calling for a good deal of patience and calm determination. In her desire to save ships which she cannot replace, it is improbable that Spain will for the present seek a gener- al naval engagement. Indeed, her con- duct of the war thus far renders it doubtful whether attempt will be made to defend Cuba at all by sea. Failure to do so will, of course, entail the loss of the island, but even that will not involve total defeat for Spain. Such a defeat. should she persist in rejecting [eace can only be forced by the capture of the great Spanish home ports, an ex- ceedingly difficult and hazardous un- dertaking. For it would mean; the es- tablishment. of a coaling station in Europe, an effective blockade of the Spanish coast and the prosecution of the war far afield, in waters where the presence of an American fleet would be certain to excite the jealousies and resentmentpf European powers. No doubt it is improbable that Spain will prove thus stubborn, but she may; and in any event it will be wise for the peeple of the United States to pos- sess their soul in patience, however trying the prolongation of the contest through weeks and months may be. There will be how that it may be so. But. the tlnory does not square with Lt'eonor Sagasm‘s latest utter- ance, that his government will prose- cute the war to the bitter end. No dou’fit:1,he Spanish Premier desires peace, and has known from the out- set the hopelessness of the struggle. But he knows also that the ministry which first proposes peace will be over- thrown, and that the real danger of Spain is anarchy. He may court defeat out a side issue if he is assured that his successor \\ ill be a military com- mittee \sith. say, Campos at its head, strong enough to resist a rival com- bination of revolutionary chiefs. When, under such a committee, the utter hopelessness of successful resistance to the United States has been demon- strated, he may return to power free to treat for peace without incurring the penalty of popular vengeance. As for the rise in Spanish 43, it is due in part to recent payments of interest in gold, in part to the hope of investors since the defeat at Manila that the war may end before resort is bad to issues of paper currency. \thn the young millionaire who is visiting the city called upon a lady acr- quaintance who is a born match-mak- er. she urged upon him the necessity of getting married and settling down. 1 have four eligible nieces; she said, and all would make good wives. He simply disavowed any intention of making more than one woman his a. short one is, it is held, strengthened by recent utterances of Senor Sagasta and Don Carlos. and by the rise in val- ne of Spanish «is. The Premier in a pessimistic review of the situation de- clares that “Spain is desolated and throne was of less im success of Spain against a foreign foe. now denounces the incapacity and cor- ruption of the administration. \Vhat- ever hope may have been entertained that he would not make Spain’s dis- tress his opportunity has disappeared. The Parliamentary groups are strug- gling for supremacy and fiercely at- tacking the Government, their indict- ments extending to the dynasty itself. A nation so rent by internal troubles cannot, it is argued, long carry on a war. And this conviction is borne n-nt my Hm. improvement in the price A nation so rent by inte cannot, it is argued, lon war. And this conviC‘ out by the improvement of Spanish Lunds. Flickâ€"Call him a. musician? Why. he doesn’t know the difference between a noctnrne and a. symphony. Flackâ€"You don’t mean it? And they hurry to get away from one another. Each is terribly afraid A ST UTTERING SOLDIER. TOO GENEROUS FOR HIM. THE \VAY \VII’H CRITICS EDI TURI A 1. N0 7155. He could endure no more. A mo- ment he stood with his hands clinch- ed; his face white like marble; his eyes aflame to their profoundest depths, and his frame quivering at every joint. "Zanoni! You wish that 1 shall cogeâ€"neyerâ€"never â€" never â€"a.gain?” but she had struggled against ad- mitting it. Could she have had her wish the work would have gone on; her sittings under the light of his won- derful eyes, and the charm of his matchless voice, would have had an endâ€"never. But under the influ- .enoe of that work the veil fell, and the end cameâ€"the end of tranquil rest and calm delight. “Signora, we will not dispute. Let the duke feel as he may. I can not do his bidding further. Tell him I will finish the picture, but it must be aft- er my own ideal. I will remember your features if I canâ€"if notâ€"” “Signora! Princess! Isabel! Can you not see? Wait. Let me think. I will speak presently.” He took a few turns to and fro across the room, evidently fighting a mighty battle with himself; and when he finally stood before her again he was outwardly calm. She sat with folded hands, pale as before, gaz- ing at him with her soul in her eyes. “Lady, I will be brief. Years ago,â€" long, long years to meâ€"[ saw my mo- ther’s mortal remains laid away in the grave. It was in a land far distant from this. Oh! how I loved her! She was pure and goodâ€"I fear not to say a saint on earth. She was gone and my heart for a time seemed broken. I had one friendâ€"Antonio Velasquez Murillo’s last and most favored pupil. With him I gave myself to art and came to love it with a passion that knew no bounds. My tutor died. and once more I was left, but not alone. “Forget!” He startled her again. “If I could paint a human soulâ€"if I could put upon canvas that which lives foreverâ€"then might I paint yourself from memory. But I can not ‘6Xplain: The princess had become pale, even to whiteness; her hands were clasped ov- er her heaving bosom and her whole frame was moved by a perceptible tremor. Presently, with an earnest, yearning look, she murmured, scarcely above a whisper, and in broken tones: I can feel it, and I do know it, but I cannot make it, plain to another. Your megsageto the duke is very simple.” I now had my art, and to it I gave my loveâ€"my life. And from that time I loved no other thing, if I except the memory of things dead and gone. And I fully believed my heart would never know the passion of love again. But I did not know what the future held in store. I came to Italy, and finally found a home in Parma. The place at- tracted me. Here I saw in time a face that reminded me of my mother. Need I tell you that it was your own; and ere I could realize the result, it cameâ€"a love so deep, so strong, so much a part of my life, that life seem. ed death without it. “haul! Isabel! The word: an v “We must make the most of every minute, Zanoni, for I fear my guard- ian will very soon demand that my visits shall cease.” A shadow of pain? appeared for a moment upon the paint- er’s Itale face, and a perceptible tre-i mor shook his frame; but whatever the emotion, he quickly overcame it though' it cost him an effort.‘ 0 1 UU LL11) [C1161 xxu “11.”. Im mfian that you will not picture!” “Butâ€"Oh! sirrnor! the duke “ill be very “ roth. It is my face, and no oth- er that he desires.’ Again Zanoui controlled himself, and when he next spoke his voice was steady and sulemn. ing the time I give you.” \Vith a. start almost like one detect- ed in a, deed of guilt, the painter caught up his working tools, selected a brush and applied its point to a. gout of color on his 1alette. While he did this the lady, with a. bright smile lighting up her lovely features, went “I said wit that, princess. I will fin- ish it; but it must be, with the help of another face than yours; or from one of my own imagining,” ‘ “Ah! Signor, can you so easily for- get me ?” 19114 [.11 CD, " UUU lighting up ner lovely 01): “We must make the most of every minute, Zanoni, for I. fear my guard- ian will very soon demand that my visits shall cease.” A shadow of pain? appeared for a moment upon the paint- er’s Itale face, and a perceptible tre-l mor shook his frame; but whatever the emotion. he quickly overcame it cost him an effort. “Lady,” he said, again putting aside his implements and moving back pace from his easelâ€"his voice was and sweet, like the deeper, richer notes‘ of the grand cathedral organâ€"“Lady, he is right. There can be no more fit-i cely had the ting time than the present for your- Visits to my poor studio to cease - it though ’ a3 low? 1‘! llI'v‘l "Oh, Juan, do not drive me' away! Life to me henceforth can be nothing without the light: of thine eyes. and the music of thy sweet voice. Yes â€"- yesâ€"it is loveâ€"loveâ€"for thee and for thee alone! Remember, 1 too am an orphan. The duke is good to me; but he is not one to love. I can 833’ as thou sayestâ€"since my mother died 1 have known no love until I met thee.” “Isabellâ€"my life! my love! Let me look at thee, that I may know I do not dream.” At that moment they heard a hand Upon the latch of the door, and soar- princess sunk back upon the ottoman, with her face bent upon her hands, when old Madelon, looking to cease now and forever! Xou may as indignant as she dared to look, made tell the duke that I can not finish theE her appearance. work as he proposed.” l I C 3 “I. n‘ “]?earflPrincess, I began to be fright- LL- n. II .Uâ€"JV 5.-.,“ w ‘ ___ ”Lady,” he said, again putting aside his implements and moving back a pace from his easelâ€"his voice was low and sweet, like the deeper, richer notes The artist turned upon her a look that frightened her. In a moment the truth burst upon her. She had known it before; or, at least, she had sus- pected itâ€"had been impressed by itâ€" but she had struggled against ad- mitting it. Could she have had her wish the work would have gone on; her r - - V Zanoni had laid his palette and brush down on a small table that stood near by, and for a few minutes had stood in silence, his eyes fixed upon the outlined face on his deems. At length -”L-‘- â€" the sitter interrupted him. “Come, Signor, )ou are I v'vnna .7" ‘_v‘, “Signor! \\ but means this 2” She 310‘"; hurriedlys, seeming at a loss to comprehend him. “Surely, 3:01} giann‘ct THE PAENTER 0F PARHA; THE MAGIC OF A MASTERPIEGE. are not improv- OR, â€"â€" “But.” he went on, turning again to the picture on his easel, "if that wo- man speaks, the princess will be per- mitted to visit here no more. In that event I will paint the face after my own inspiration, and the duke may take it or leave it to me. as ho pleaseslt may be the face of Isabel; it my be “Who shall say what the end may be,” he soliloquized. “Suppose that old woman’s keen eye should have de- tected something akin to the truth! And suppose she should speak of it to the duke; or, what is more likely, to Count Denaro; or she may give her sus- picions to Steffanol Oh, how I de- spise that man! Should Antonio die childless, as he now is, his brother would reign in his place. Steffano Farnese. Duke of Parma! Would the people suffer it? Heaven send that I come not in contact with him. His in- solenoe would madden me beyond my power of self-control. I know not why I loathe that man as I do. But Iknow uuuuzâ€" . He had turned away and covered hlS face with his haan, and whtle flies struggled to sgeak further.. be Aft two warm arm's flung over hns Showgi- ers and a bowed head pillowed on 1128 bosom. “Isabel!” "Zanoni lâ€"Juan “Merciful Father in heave-11!. whqt (109-8 it mean? Isabel!â€"-Oh! Is It. -â€"â€"IS itâ€"love? n l “‘But what can I have to do with Isabel di Varona? Oh, if I could take her to my bosom and call her mine; if I could make her my wife, what a glory life would be! 0 fool! fool! \Vhen I can fly, then, and then only, can I marry with her! Time was and. in this very city, when such as I would have been put to death by mar- rying with a woman of the nobles; and, even now, I believe, there is pun- ishment by imprisonment. At all ev- ents, the law would rob me of my worldly chattels and turn me adrift, whipped and disgraced. Can I ask her to flee with me? Can I even allow her to offer such a. thing? I am bewild- ered. I must have air.” The conversation he “had held with the princess came back to him, and yvjth a. thought that fairly startled \Vith this he went to the closet where clothing not in use was hung up, and having exchanged his working frock for a. doublet of‘plain black velvet, he buckled on a light rapier and put on his cap. As he came back he stopped before the canvas on his easel and took hold of the light silken covering for the purpose of dropping it over the "painted surface. He had shaken out the folds. and was upon the point of letting it fall, when he paused, stand- ing_ for a. time as though in_ a dream. him. a villain? HaVe I betrayed a pat ron’s confidence only to the end that a trusting, yielding heart may suffer? What ham 1 to do with such as she? She a princess, and 1 only aâ€" MAN! She, one of'the wealthiest among the wealthy, and I, one of: the poorest of the poor! But no! No! I will not say that. I am richâ€"rich beyond compute. Not all the wealth of all the world piled in one dazzling heap could pur- chase for one of these moral and in- tellectual paupers, ycleped patrician, a moiety of the genius that makes me honored and respected. Aye, and when they are dead and gone and forgotten, as utterly forgotten as though they had never been, Juan Zanoni shall live; his name shall dwell upon the lips of men and women in generous, gratified accents, when the duke who now rules in this land shall have sunk into no- thingness and oblivion. No, noâ€" not poor! {ram not alone in my feeling; toâ€"vâ€"v3} 1m. w“Deai‘Pi‘inâ€"cvevss, I began to be fright- ened. Do you know where the sun \Vhren she was ready to accompany her duenna she turned to the paint- er and gave him her hand. A broad screen shut them from Madelon’s gaze. CHAPTER II. For a time after he had been left alone the painter stood like one in a. trance. His hands were clasped togeth- er; his lips apart; his face paler than was its wont; while his eyes, lighted by a soul-sent glow, had a far-away look in them, as though he gazed at something held only in memory. At length, with a start and quickly drawn breath he smote himself on the breast and took a step as though he would pace the floor but he stepped instantly and fell into thought, and by-andâ€"by he gave his thoughts words. "I am sorry you have been weary, Madelan. Signor Zanorn had been telling me a story that Interested me, I will be_ ready shor_tly."’ "Juan, I may coma again? You will need me? “Yes! Y;es forever ! God and all good angels guard and bless thee!” is ?” “Heavemu! What have I done? What is to be the end of this ? Am I long 1 could have her beautiful tea- gazed upon the features outlined up- on the canvas, “Oh. IsaLell My love! My life! It may not be so darksorne as my fears would picture it, If thou hast loved me of thine own will and purposefif thy heart hath been given to me wholly and entirely; if it would give thee pain to be separat- ed from me; if, in short, thy love for me hath possessed thee, why should the separation be? If I am permitted to read thy character aright, when thou lovest it must be with all thy soul und all thy strength. If thus thou lov- est me should 1 not do thee griev- ous wrong to forsake thee? But, my life! if I thought thy happiness in all the time to come lay in thy love for me, I would risk everything. \Ve will find a: foreign foothold and home, where love shall be our life. Oh. my darling! God keep thee!" Old Madelon had spoken to her mis- tress of the sun as though it were sinking from sight; but instead of that it had, at that time. scarcely touched the tops of the tallest trees; and when Zanoni stepped forth upon the sidewalk it lacked yet several minutes of; set- ting. The daylight and the beautiful twilight would last {or an hour at least. Then he let. the curtain fail and turned away, and having set a few things in thrir prover piaces he went 3% closing and locking the door after 1m. was he like his brother mentally or morally. The two must have been A favorite waik with the anist was along the banks of the riverâ€"the Par- ma, which flowed throu‘zh the city, very nearly its center, from north to south. Count Denaro was a well-built. man. slightly below the medium height broad-shouldered and stout; but his fleshâ€"and he was decidedly inclined to embonpointâ€"was rather of adipose tis- sue than muscle. He was of dark com- plexion, black hair and black eyeS. and very good-looking. He might be called handsome. His age was twcno ty-five. His father had been dead several yearshand he was now the head of the familyâ€"a family of wealth and ancient lineage. The Marquis Steffano Farnese was a man of a different stamp. He was thirty years of age, or thereaboutsâ€" he looked older. taller than was the count, and though not so heavy of body he was evidently more muscular and much stronger of limb. He was darker than the other, his hair and eyes black as black could be, his forehead low and receding, ears small and set closely back against the spot where phrenologists locate the bumps of destructiveness and combativeness. The 'face was not a pleasant one. at least not pleasant to him who was used to reading the character there. Yet he could laugh and be gay, and he had his good looks as he may have had his good qualities. He was eight or nine years older than his brother the duke and he had nothing of his brother’s looks! either in form or feature; nor He loved to watch the children there at play; to look upon the beautiful white swans that floated on the tide, and to see the gayly-decked gondolas as they plied to and fro, bearing their happy freights of pleasure-seekers. 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