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1...ch..1 Tu, L... Then be cast a sweeping glance over the room. to make sure that every- thing was as it should be; and, being satisfied with the result of the survey. he turned toward the door. As he did so. he took hold upon the scabbard of his rapier to throw it farther back, out .0! his way, when he paused and con- sidered. Considered, what? Who shall say what could have possessed himâ€"what could have led him to turn his atten- tion to that rapier? It was a weapon he had worn daily for months, and on no former occasion had he once hung it Upon his hip and then thought of exchanging it. But he thought of that now. The blade at his side felt light. It was not a weapon that exactly suited his hand. It had serv- ed him well enough in his passage with the Marquis Steffano, but suppose he should be called to defend himself against a better swordsman; or, sup- pose he should be waylaid and attack- ed by highwaymen. Such things had been, and were liable to be again. He cleaned his palette and put away his brushes; then covered his canvas; after which he arranged his garb for the public streets. He had donned his doublet of black velvet and put on the velvet cap he usually wore, and all that remained was his rapier. He took it from where it stood when not But what could he do? Literally no- thing. He could only think, and think, and think, and torture his heart with vain imaginings. The confin- ed atmosphere of the studio was be- coming oppressive to him. He want- ad more air and more room. He would walk by the river, and perhaps into the country. Ho‘ivever. he did not spend a long time in considering. No sooner had the thought of an exchange occurred ,to him than he proceeded to put it into execution. He slipped the scabba-rd of the light blade from the loop at the end of the baldric, and, having put it back into the corner whence he had taken it, he went to the closet where he hung his clothing, and took down from an upper shelf another rapier; but before he hung it at his side he took it into a stronger light. where he regarded it with a tender, loving look. One not used to judging of such things would have said that it was new; that it had not been in use at all; It was a true rapier, though somewhat heavyâ€"certainly heavier than the rapi- ers of Italian fabrication. It was a Toledo blade, of exquisite finish and marvelous temper. The hilt was of gold and steel combined, the grip beâ€" ing fine gold, while the guard and the light basket protection for the back of the hand were of tempered steel. Its maker had evidently aimed to afford its possessor protection against the cutlass or broadsword. The scabbard was an artistic and elaborate piece of work, being a groundwork of silver with an intricate overlay of gold fili- shoulder. It was, indeed, as he had said. His paintingâ€"the face that he would pic-v ture thereâ€"had so absorbed and posâ€" aessed his every thought and feeling. that he had, for the time, really forgot- ten, or had ceased to bear in mind. the calamity imaged forth by old Made-.- lon’s report. But it came to him now, and once more he turned his thoughts to his loved one and her sur- rollndings. 'v 'â€" open to his view in the Grand Square. The (humour itaclouo. the sun being within an hour of its setting, and the humble ”than and still humâ€" Once or twice the artist moved for- ward, and started to touch his brush to a faint light which he would strengthen. It may have been a shadow, which he would make deeper; but. be it what it might. he did not make the mark. “No," he said, with a last glance at the picture, ”I will not touch it again until I have slept and dreamed. \Vho knows what may come to me in the visions of my sleeping hours. Some- thing tells meâ€"has told me since yes- terdayâ€"that I shall not paint the face of my beloved on that canvas. Aye. I know it now! Mercy! Had I for- gotten that my darling may be in trouble ?‘ The picture must have had a wonderful hold on my inner being. thus to close my thoughts against the possible catastrophe at the palace."_ And this was the weapon which the painter now hung at his side, having done which, he went out. locked his door behind him. and descended to the street. Upon the broad piazza of the build- ing he stood for a few moments to look oronnd ‘01”? the gtirring scene The weapon had once been the pro- perty of a Spanish nobleman of high rank. who had worn it for many years. He had given it to the painter, Muril- lo; and he, by will, had left it to his friend and pupil. the younger Velas- quez; and Valasquez, regarding zan- oni as the pupil of his own, who would do him greatest credit and honor, had given to him the priceless weapon in token thereof. We left our hero in his studio, stand- ing before the canvas on his easel. He had worked on the face of the saint until weariness had admonished him that further working might be faulti- He stood back. with his palette still in hand, and gazed upon the features that were coming out into life. It was. as yetâ€"so the duke would have said had he seen itâ€"the face of the Prin- oess Isabel; only it seemed different; In a way impossible to explain. The lineaments were the same; in contour. in form and in feature it was the same. Yet, for all that, there was something springing to life in this face that was not in the face of the living model. u and threw the baldric over his CH AFTER XIII. â€"v- v..-” “to.” Lhe might have won the love and the hand of the beautiful princess. She ; might have been all his ownâ€"his Wife. ; Since his meeting that morning with 'Isabel he had not only nursed his hot anger. and breathed continuous impre- cations upon the plebeian painter, be- llieving him to be a demon and very fghoul; but the plotting marquis had been constantly by his side, whispering into his ear base and revengeful ' thoughts. i 80 that now. with all the influence ' that had been urging him on from hour ' to hour to madness and to vengeance. brought to a climax in this meeting. Zanoni found himself confronted by a i very maniac. Who had resolved to shy a- be slain. But the painter could not _know this. He could know nothinn of : bler laborers on the highways were 30-- :ing to their homes or to their places 'of rest for the night. How many of ; them had never known the shelter of :a proper home we would not dare to snever worked from sunrise to suns‘et. Isays; but there were many. They iThey were abroad late in the gmorning. and they were tired of {work before the day was done. The yprice of an American’s cigar, and the 'cheapest at that, paid for the day’s la- bor, and supplied the laborer with the food he ate and the sour, thin wine he drank. _ _ . Ordinarily the count was not a man , addicted to drink. Occasionally, as we have before remarked. he. would take ,wine to excess. but the occasions were rare. On the present. however, he had drank freely. though Zanoni did not fobeerve it. Remember, the man had .been a slave to his wrath for a long fitime. The man whom he had stOpped in a public place. and who now stood lbefore him. had. as he fancied-mas he 'had brought himself to firmly believe iâ€"robbed him of the dearest treasure ; earth. held_ in store. But for this man At the distance of half a mile from the bridge, whens he had 'turned upon the river path, our painter came to a beautiful grove of wild orange trees. They were of the native orange tribe, but on public land and uncultivated. Yet they bone fruit, but the predatory urchins that invested the locality at night never suffered it to ripen. _ “I am not mistaken,” he said, speak- ing, his thoughts audibly. “I have seen that faoe in Spain in the years 38003. It is not afalce one would be likely to forget! Iknow it! I know it! Oh, if I could only surely locate It. It was in Madrid, and he was 1n Company with an older manâ€"a man who, if I do not; mistake the whole affair, was arrested by the poliqe. 0011' victed to prison, and afterwards set at work on the public thoroughfare. with aball and chain attached to his ankle, and escaped. Here he walked still more slow1Y. with his arms folded on his breast and his head bent in thought. He was thinking of Steffano Farnese, and “fishing he could see through his plot- ting. for that he was plotting mis- chief. and mischief against the peace of Isabel, he could not doubt. And his thoughts of the marquis had an- other direction. here acouple in friendly confab. and there a lonely man given to contempla- tion. Also there were a few soldiers 9f the city guard, a portion of whom by their sedate and methodical walk, aPpeared to be on duty; while others. more favored, were privileged to lounge their moments away at their own will and pleasure. 9d rapidly until he had gained the street by which he had planned to reach the river’s bank, and there his Pace become more slow. They were the Marquis Steffano Farnese and Count Guiseppe Denaro. He thought their gaze was turned up- on him, but was not sure. However, he must avoid them. If they were go- ing to the river by the route he {usual- ly took he would take another. He con- sidered a few seconds, then stepped down and took his way toward the north. There were delightful walks in that direction and the path by the rlver, not so much frequented by pleasure-seekers as was the case 890‘ early in the other direction. He walk- At the bridge he struck off upon the waterside path, well pleased to find it comparatively deserted. A few pedes- trians were walking here and there: “u“ quuwu. “What can it all mean? Can he be a bold impostor. imposing all these years on the too credulous duke? Upon my soul! it appears so to me.” Anon. his thoughts turned upon the count who, he verily believed, was con- cerned with the marquis in much .of the underhanded work that was gonng ing a glance in the direction he had thought of taking, he saw the two men, of all the world, whom at that moment he would avoid. Zanoni looked; he had given a shud- dering, sympathetic thought to the igâ€" norant ill-fed, and far more ill-clad, creatures bearing the Maker’s image. who passed befored him, and was upon the point of stepping down into the great thoroughfare, what; on cost-- on. The princess had opened his eyes to Denaro’s true character, since Wthh he had been. surprised that he had not discovered it himself. ; "He is not so lost to all sense of hon- or and decency as is the other; but he is not a gentleman. He is not a goodâ€" hearted man. nor does heâ€"" . So far had our hero spoken his thought of Count Denaro, when he was somewhat startled by the sound of a quick step behind him, and, a second later. a smart tap on his shoulder. He turned and stood face to face with the count himself. and at a short dis- tance was the Marquis Steffano! They had certainly followed him. The meet- ing. he knew, was not accidental. “Did you wish to speak with me. Signor Count ?" l the unfortunate worms: u. -_- u count's mind. Had he knownâ€"had he i suspected even a moiety of the truth- he might have found means of avoxd- ing the catastrophe that was to come. ‘ “Did you wish to speak to me. Sig- ‘ nor Count 3" statuesque form and *handsome face. and the son gvoioe. ‘so calm and s i to‘ touch the match and t ’ the magazine. ‘ . "Y88."'h3 shrieked. with lips as white {as death. “I wish to inform you that ‘ you are a base, low-born. contemptible ‘scoundrel, as unfit to live as is.the poisonous reptile that lurks by flight ‘ in its noisome. reeking place of hiding. I dangerous alike to ma a “ Count Denaro!” returned the .ar- tist in blank astonishment. a . out the least particle of anger. ‘w111 3You tell me what is the occasion of 'this strange and unwarranted accus- ‘ation? What of harm have I done to fyou and yours?” ? “Villain! Trickster! Demon incar- nate! You have utterly ruined the life {of one of the fairest and noblest of wo- ‘men! and for that I intend to chas- tise you I” ' “Hold! Hold! Count. I understand lion; now. But I do not recognize your , r1Sht to interfere. I shall not attempt i to excuse or exonerate myself .to you.” “ He shall not I” said Denaro hotly, thus admitting the part his compan- ion was acting. Then advancing up- on the painter, he again offered at- tack, at the same time shouting, in a temper not to be mistaken: A “By the heavens above me! if you don’t draw, I will run you through where you stand! Ha! Show us your skill! Let us see if you can disarm me!” And he sprang forward with his point aimed at the artist’s bosom. “ Ha! Now, adventurer! baseborn hound! necromancer! I have thee! Take that! that! San Marco! I’ll have thee yet!” And he struck out madly. furiously, blindly, never once seeing that not a single effort had his opâ€" Donent made to do him harm. If he thought by those opprobrious epi- thets to drive the painter frantic and careless, he made a mistake. The bleating of a lost lamb would have affected him far more deeply. “ Hold !” our hero cried. when he had seen his enemy ready to draw back and take breath. “ Let me have aword. Do you not know that you are murder- lng me, if you force this thing to a deadly ending? Should you kill me. no law can touch your to do you harm; while. should I be so unfortunate as to kill you, the law will demand my life in return; and no power can save me!” “Qionnr Ynnnni " €n+nrmnafl Mnfnl‘lifl “ Don’t let him escape you !” whis- pered Steffano in the count’s earâ€"but loud enough for Zanoni to hearâ€"as the latter made a further movement away from his assailant. “ Will you draw ?” Demaro demanded, moving again into a position of at- tack. “Are you a cravenâ€"a cowardâ€" as well as a low-born villain Z” Zanoni had no choice. Stepping light.- 1)’ and gracefully aside to avoid the deadly thrust, he drew his rapier and tamed upon the defensive. In that moment our hero made a discovery. He had caught sight of the couvnt’s rapier, and had seen that it was a weapon belomging to the mar- quisâ€"a Spanish blade, heavier and longer than his own. It was aweapon well known to him; and he knew it to be of perfect temper and keen. And then! he knew that the pair of villains had sought him on purpose to kill him. V v; vavu -w‘ “ By the eternal heavens! but you will l” the count exclaimed. madly; 89d at the same time he drew his rapier and made a motion to attack. Indeed. he would have attacked, and that, too, with deadly aim and intent, had not the object of his blind wrath stepped quickly out of his way, thus giving him time to remember that he was about to strike an unarmed man. He was not quite senseless enough to com- mit downright murder. "Signor Zanoni."linterposed Marquis Steffano, at this point, "you are mis- taken. I haVe no fear that you can do mortal harm to my friend, the noble goupt; but. should you chance to do so. “Your word, Marquis! What power or lauthoripy have you ?"_ â€" 'â€"â€"_â€" I SiVé yofi £{Qoiié you shzill not be called to answer for it." “Authority, none lâ€"but power, much," returned Steffano. 00013’. and with assurance, "Let what will come. you know you must leave Parma. After What has occurredâ€"after what has been discoveredâ€"you cannot surely hope that you will he suffered to remain longer in the midst of a people whom you have so grossly insulted and out- raB‘ed. Good heavens! do you think the duke would allow you to contaminate the air of his capital longer? No. you must flee; and I will help you. That I promise. If the worst comes for you to 'h'afipen. There is a central electric lighting station in Manila which supplies cur- rent for 12,000 incandescent and 260 are lamps. There are about 720 miles of telegraph in the island and 70 miles of steam railways. Manila has also a telephone system. The conductors an A few seconds elapsed 0 count could gain his brea sight of the painter's lofty statuesque form and his I handsome face. and the sou voice. so calm and so music to‘ touch the match and the the magazine. -- - - 91‘. I: â€"the killing. ofâ€"geiigfigiyVQVâ€"dfihcâ€"lifig'. 6? Count Denaroâ€"I will help you to leave thg co_u_nt_;‘y. And I can do it." Could the poor count have loolred down into the heart of his professmg friend at that moment. or read might the diabolical expression on his swart face. he would have given up the con- test at once and trusted to some other means of obtaining his desire. But he could not see. he could not read Stef- fano’s dark face; and. when the latter had done speaking, he made ready for further attack. â€"â€"-.â€"â€" vâ€" porcelain insulators To Be Continued. workings of Mrs. Lang-try at one time owned the most perfect set of turquoises in Eu- rope, but her necklace and bracelets were sold at length, and the finest stones went to the United States. The Duchess of Westminster still wears however, the largest flawless turquoise owned by any private indi- vidual. and the Duchess of Sutherland possesses the only complete necklace of black pearls. SOUTH SEA ISLAND CUSTOMS. One would imagine that love making in Fiji wasavery tame affair from the fact that marriages are often arranged while those most nearly concerned am still in their infancy. However, court- ship there is quite as interesting as anywhere else, and it has some peculiar features. The Empress of Russia wears next after Queen Victoria the largest dia- mond and rubies of surpassing splen- dor, but all of these belong to the na» tion, though the richest and most varied aggregation of precious stones argowned by the Russian church. That quiet, domestic lady, the Queen of Dresden, enjoys the ownership of four sapphires equal in size and beauty to the one that glows in the crown of England, and the favorite wives of the Shah of Persia and the Sultan of Tur- key wear turquoises the like of which no_ western queen can boast. Queen Victoria’s well-known love for rough winds and for being out‘ in the rain has not made her scornful of other persons’ dislikes for bad weather. Oft- en‘, in the choice of companions "for her driving expeditions on rainy days. the queen has been influenced by consid- eration for the tastes and health of her attendants. Her majesty is most sympathetic toward sufferers from such ills as neuralgia and toothache. Cupid's nappy hunting ground is gen- erally a garden or a plantation, and on a moonlight evening he is generally pretty busy. At that time, high up in the branches of the bread fruit trees. those who have eyes to see may spy many apair of human love birds perch- ed on the branches forty feet or ‘so from George Eliot, was once asked what was the chief lesson she had learned in life’s experience, and her answer was “Tolerance.” It might have been expected from a woman who once said that she regarded life as a game of cards in which she watched each move with the deepest interest and turned as far as possible to her own advan- tage. The Queen of Roumania plays the or- gan in the Protestant. church of Ab- bazia, where she is staying, and is also learning to plav on the flute. The Queen of Austria owns the greatest emeralds in the world and a necklace of emeralds that is quite un- ‘nvaled. They, like Margaret of Italy's pearls, are now crown property. The name of the ear-Empress Eugenie was Montijo. She was born in Granada, was the Spanish Countess of Teba, and as soon as the authorities can agree upon the spelling of the name of the admiral at Manila it may be found that she was some relation to him. A queen who insists on going bare- footed is her majesty of Madagascar. All the same. she wears the most. ex- pensive of Parisian toilets. would probably be the South séa Island mother's rendering of the wise man's saying. for she knew nothing of the use of the rod as a. means of correction. ' Queen Margaret of Italy owns, next to the ear-Queen of Hanover. the finest necklace of pearls in existence. She does not, like her deposed majesty of Hanover, possess a six-foot string of these love beads, every one an absolute match in shape and color. but so exten- sive and precious are her pearl ropes that her maids are obliged to wear a portion of the collection all the while It is King Humbert who buys the pearls for his wife, and he is, like Queen Victoria, an expert in jewels. stones is commanded to Windsor or knows diamonds like an expert. and buys like one. in order to assist the Queen in keep- ing the gems pure, lustrous and heal- thy by constant contact with warm human flesh. __.-â€" vâ€"-v V'- ' uv‘ lover should occufiy different granola- es, and should be separated by the trunk of the treeâ€"this, at any rate, is the_u£ual custom. She owns a. marvelous green dia- mond that has never been set, and. fur- thermore, she has at her fingers' ends the history of every notable stone in Europe now in possession of royalty. JEWELS POSSESSED BY QUEENS. When a London dealer of precious \VAYS OF GREAT 'WO’MEN. English Noble-mall “In. Sari-lire! II- “tit For Ills Black l‘umlly. At Lake Lebarg'e, says awriter in Leslie’s Magazine, we met. an English- man “ ho was taking his wife and three children for a trip to Five ’Finger Ra- pids. His wife was a squaw, and her face was painted black, as were also those of the children. I never did find out the real reason these squatt-s have for painting their faces black. Some say it, is because they think it makes them more beautiful, and still others claim that it is a preventive from the mosquitoes. We became quite friendly with this Englishman. He was taking his family to visit some of his wife’s people. He had just receir. ed news from England that the death of three persons had made him heir to a. noble title and quite an inheritance. but to enjoy its possession, etc_. of course he would have to return to Eng- land. "Of course," said I, “you are going at. once ?” He looked around at his family and said, “Well, I could hardly take them with me, and I‘m too fond of them to leave them here; 501 think I’ll stay here myself and let the other fellow enjoy my property over there." This was all said with ade ENG Of pathos, which was sublime. and yet I could not help picturing to my- self the sensation that that squawmfe would make at, some reception held among his titled friends if she Wm to enter as we were looking at her then. lthink something of the same thoucht must have passed through,our friend’s mind, for, hastily murmurmee “What might have heen.”etc.. he look ed suspiciously like shedding ' tears, bade. us ahurried farewell." . gathered his small family and leach;- ings together and pt‘ucet’df’d 0“ L.” way. There are many “'th men 1” Alaska married to the Indians. They call them squawtnen. .g-‘wwwv min, femolo troubles ddéii‘éfiiwéb‘fi; Sold by 311 druggistl at 50c. ' throo boxes for 01.25. T. 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