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NI" t 1' “And. now, to my story. The first I remember of my mother was at Car- thagena, in Spain; but I knew we had come to that place from a distant land. though I knew not where. When I was old enough to ask for the information my mother told me that she had been forced to flee from her home in Italy. She did not tell me in what part, but she caused me to understand it to have been one of the Italian dependencies; though she never said so, I finally set- ?tled down in the belief that Sicily had been the place of my _hirth.” my lifeâ€"when I knew that he feared me. Also. the wonderful likeness which the princess bore to my mother. I think you yourself had told rne that sh: was your relation on your mother’s 31 e. “My lord," commenced the artist. with a rich moisture in his eyes and a thrill of heartfelt emotion in his tuneful voice. “I will be brief. Should my life be spared long enough, I can give you details at a future time. I can hardly tell you when I first sus- pected or had a glimmering of the truth that is now known to me. I first strongly suspected when your fair ward had told me the story of your unfort- unate parents. I suspected more stronglyâ€"I may say I almost knewâ€" when I found that Steffano was seeking picture of unutterable wonder and asâ€" tonishment, with shades of nervous arixiety and expectation mingled there- With. sat down. UlU'Cup JUI- uusm uuu vv.-v--_ soon as the duke had partially recov- ered from the shock of the astounding revelation that had burst upon him from the picture, heâ€"the painterâ€" said to him in a pleasant, persuasive man- net, and with a waking smile on his handsome face, “My lord, if you will sit down and give me your attention for a few moments I will very soon convince you that you are not mad, and that if you have made any mistake it 18 not in relation to the picture. Will you please me, and sit? I will stand." 1 “One uioment!" 'pleaded the duke. putting forth his hand. “What was your mother’s name 2" “She took the name of Zanoni in Spain, Joan Zanoni, and called me Juan. Shortly before her death I learned that she had another Chris- tian name. I found it on an old letter. It was Beatrice." The duke started, and was upon the point of an exclamation when the painter stoped him. “Yes, air; it is even so.” “Then heaven help me! I must be going mad. for I can swear it is the face of my mother as well! Aye! it is my own, own motherâ€"the mother whom I loved with the deep, passion- ate yearning of my boyish heart. and whom I mourned with bitter. burning tears; whom I have mourned for years !" '- ., ‘_“ JVWCVU A great light shone in Zanoni’s faceâ€"â€" the light and power of an emotion 330- red and sublime. He was wondrously moved, yet calm and colloc‘t‘ed. As “Let me finish, my lord; I will not tire you. From Carthagena we went to Toledo, forced to leave behind the best friend we had in the worldâ€"a priest, Father Paul." "What does it mean !" he continued after he had taken breath. “Zanoni. what is this mystery? You say that this is the face of your mother ?" Again the duke would have inter- rupted. but the other went on: “Yet we did not lose his friendship. For years he corresponded with my mother. a friendly courier bearing the lettes to and fro. Corsiglia was the courier’s namw We had gone to To- ledo, and thence tto Madrid. where my mother found safe and welcome repose with a dear friendâ€"an own cousin, named Olympia, who had married with the powerful and wealthy Duke of Tal- avera. The duke’s home was in a grand old castle twenty miles from Madrid, in the wild and picturesque Sierra Guadarama. And thereâ€"" "Stop! stop! For the love of heav- en ! tell me how have I been so juggled â€"so betrayedâ€"so cruelly outraged and deceived. Tell me all the rest at some other time. Youâ€"youâ€"are the true J usu Steftano Farnese! My brother! My brother! Is it not so? Tell meâ€" is it not so?" “Antonioâ€"in my heartâ€"my deepest heartâ€"I believe it is. In fact I may say. by no possible torture of the truth can it be otherwise." At this point the duke sprang to his test. his agony of suspense at its utmost limit. “My brother! My brother! 0h! now I know why I loved you from the first, why my heart went out to you, full of deepest affection. even when I knew you had stolen from me the love}! my beautiful ward." “No, no, my lord," interrupted the painter. earnestly. "Do not say that. She never loved you more truly than “59.10!“ yen while leving me." “Well. well.” pursued the other, with a kindling light in his eyeâ€"almost a smile. “I may say this at least. in that hour when I knew she loved you, I wished in my heart that you were no- ble. that you might bless her with your hand. 0h! Jaun! Juan! I can not call you by your other Christian name. I never will! Juan-my brother! I hand. Oh! Jaun! Juan! I can not. call “Brother. on ., you by your other Christian name. I “Hush! sy will not mm“ "“3“ never will! Juanâ€"my brother! I bells shall know it! Thank heaven! I know it you shall (Conti uned.) he continued my information and guidance; others being letters, some of the olden time, and some from Father Paul. This packet she had once shown to me, tell- ing me that it should be given into my hands when I was one-and-twenty years, of age; or, at her death, if it should occu_r before that period. 41-... “Two years after that the same bri- gandsâ€"Rinaldo Bojario’s bandâ€"attack- ed and robbed the castle of the Duke of Talavera, where my mother was living. I was at the time in the studio of my tutor. Velasquez, at Madrid, he hav- ing removed from Seville. My mother possessed a silver casket, which she brought with her from Italy. In it were her jewels. together with a packet of priceless papers, some of which were family records, brought with the eas- ket ;some she had written herself, for “This casket fell into the hands of the brigands; and. of course. the papers into the hands of the chief, Rinaldo. who, later gave them to hiscson. “And now. Antonio, we come to the final plot. The papers told themâ€" father and sonâ€"not only the sad story of my mother's misfortune, and her husband's cruel wrongsâ€"for I am very sure it was all thereâ€"but they told my own story. The attack on the castle of Talavera, the killing of many of the armed servants and the robbery made a stir in Madrid, and troops were sent m every direction to find the brigands. Dunc, “U JV“ ‘Uwvuwv- v- _v--._ of the Apennines named Rinaldo Bo- jario, who was arrested at Genoa for the murder and robbery of a wealthy banker; was condemned, and after- wards escaped t" “Ayeâ€"l remember well." “He made his way to Spain where. for several yearsâ€"for many yearsâ€"he plied his villainous calling in the fast- nesses of the Sierras of Castile. He had a son, two or three years older than I am, named Ludovico, who, when old enough to rob and murder. joined the band of his father and became a brigand with him. I saw both father and son in the court at Madrid. They had been captured by a detachment of royal troops, and together with ten others, were on trial. The father was conv1cted, and afterward escaped. The son proved an alibi, and went clear.. "My dear brother," replied Juan, hay- ing seated himself on the edge of his narrow pallet, after the duke had re- sumed his seat, thank a kind fortune. and a keen remembrance of faces and facts, I am able to tell you the whole story. The first time I set eyes on the marquisâ€"so let us call him for the present; I willfind another name for here in Parma, I was confident that I had seen him before in another place. under another name, and in another character; though still these latter thoughts did not occur to me at first. Only the recognition of the face came at that time. The rest came laterâ€"â€" Duke, do you remember a noted bandit -â€"â€"â€"‘- v-v Iv- -Dw“‘~' A few'months ‘l_atvevr they were over- taken and a sharp engagement resultâ€" ed. Rinaldo was shot dead but his son escaped. “Still later, after the death .of my mother, I saw Ludovico Bojario .ln Madrid. I was sure it was he. Time went on, and I saw him again and aS‘ain. At length I was impressed with the belief that he was watching me. Finally something happened. On a dark, stormy evening, as I was on my way from the studio to my chamber. I was attacked by a noted bravo, whom I recognized, and whom I remembered to have seen with young Bojario. His 'raopier with me. and I sent him Off With a wound that must have given him trouble. But he wounded me useverelyâ€"so severely that I was con- lfined to my room for two weeks. ' “When I once more got out and able 'to look around, both the bravo and Ludovico Bojario were missing. The {ormer I never saw amiin- The latter to look around. both the bravo and Ludovico Bojario were missing. The former I never saw _again. The latter I saw no more untll I met h' in Parma. brother of the duke. In all probabil- ity the ex-matador Padre. had assur- ed him that I was _ - wu l‘ he must have forged. or? had forged for him. Your fair wax me about them." um '00 can fancy the joyâ€" It will fill her heart. V- “WI L. suffering even hav- them “Signor Pandolfo, not a word; my ward has told me all, and I will for- give you on condition that you hold your peace henceforth. Remember. the princess came hither with me. You understand. Has Maraecini re- turned ?" She had scarcely spoken her last word when the assistant keeper, Cola Pandolio, entered the cell. It had grown to be quite dark. and he had come with a light. never dreaming, that the princess was there. He had not seen his wife since she had con- ducted her thither. His astonishment and fright can easily be imagined. But the duke did not allow him long to suffer. “Yes. your excellency. He came un- expectedly. 'At Rossena he met the Senor Philip Galejo. colonel in the Spanish army. who was on his way to visit our prison. and with him he returned." '. ”‘Ohol" cried our hero. with a won- derful surge of feeling. I“He 18 not in the Spanish army. signor. ‘ Phil}P Galejo. when I knew him was captain of the mounted police of Segovia. {He richly deserved to be a colonel. 'An- tonio." turning to the duke. “he it was who captured Rinaldo Bojario and his son previous to the trial of which I have told you." “iAh! then he would know and recognize Ludovico." “Depend upon it he would.” Shortly after this the duke and his ward departed. leaving the prisoner in care of Pondolfo. with the request that he should be treated with all kindness and respect. “And here I am," she added bright- ly. And she told how she had come in. shortly after himself, and how she remained through all their talk an unseen spectator; but she would not attempt to tell the variety of emo- tions that had whelmed upon her while she had listened. And then she told how Zanoni had disappointed herâ€"how he declared he would die rather than break his word given to his friend and patronâ€"the duke. “Finally," she said in conclu- sion. “he told me that if I could come on the sixth day from that. and should then ask him to flee. he would do so.” “One week agoâ€"just .SiX daysâ€"I came to this prison cell. It was my first visit. I had arranged for my darling a sure escape. The way was Open; and he could go; and I told. him I would go with him. What. think you. was his answer ’?’ runvâ€" -~ The duke promised, and the princess proceeded: ‘l ___ 1' and 333 mm I‘OCOVUIUu wâ€"--â€".___ her composure. she looked up. “11‘0th her happy tears exclaimlng. 1n tones of earnest. prayerful supplioatlon: “Oh. my noble, generous guardian. I know you 'can be kind and forbearing. as well as just. Before you cast a shadow of blame, hear me. and, above all, let no thought of blame to Juan enter your mind. Oh. did you know me so little as to believe that Iwould suffer my dear lover to remain here. where death. as we all thought. W38 close upon him? Did you think I would hesitate at any riskâ€"any dan- Berâ€"to myself? No! No! No! But. guardian, before I say another word. promise me that you will not punish nor exPose to the wrath of others the person who has befriended me in this. He dld it. not more in sympathy for me than because of his love and es- teem toward my hero. Will you promise i" â€"And the monk came (on... black robe was flung back andhzggt. and the Princess Isabel threw b and- upon the duke's bosom. And. 3' be- by. when he could be hrought onses lieve the evidence of Ins ownfie of and she had recovered_ something h * ‘ --- ‘Mrnl‘fl “Oh. my den. 800 guaylian! how happy {no I" Below Antonio found the keeper of the prison, and with him was Colonel Philip Galejo of Segovia. Introduc- tions followed, after which a very few questions and answers proved that the Spaniard was the man the prisoner had supposed him to be. and upon be- ing Questioned. he declared that he should know Ludovico Bojario any- where and under any circumstances. "If I could hear him speak." he said. ”and look into his eyes while he did so. no disguise that he could assume would hide him from me." ' Two hours later the full Council 0‘ TWEDtY-every memberâ€"was assem- bled in its own chamber of audience. The duke was there. Luigi Maraccini was there. and with him was Senor Philip Galejo, colonel of the mounted police of Segovia. m“ evenmg heard in the 'painter's 091.1. and he asked at the close that the galsoner might be brought before em. Dbl augely, . or naturally, be it as it might-'9 n0t a, man present doubted a Single word 0f the marvelous revela- tron,.and the consent was speedy and unanimous that the duke's request Should be granted. While Maraccini - . was gone for the? Emprlsoned Painter the duke sat down‘ colloquy he took pen and a slip of fine parchment he Wt?“ a few lines. The document w“? 31mm" a permit to the Spanish nglcer 0f the police. acting for his king: that he might arrest, within the confines . . 01 Farm. at certain Ludovico BOJal‘lO. . . who had been for years a fugitive from justice in Madrid. , at length entered the council chamber, and as one man. it their faces did not belie them. the members of ° th 1 i - e d. in their 0 august tribune dec d Paper. and on was hushed the duke arose xyonderfpl story he had "Erma?" [he Albatross llw Haul. Though H Fft‘dfl «m l’ulrlcl Meat. The albatross is the biggest bird of the sea. His home is south of the equator. His flight is described as marvellously rapid, surpassing the eagle's or the condor's. The chronicle from which we have copied closes with an account of the marriage of the Prince Juan Farnese. younger brother of the beloved Duke Antonio. to the beautiful Princess Isabel di Varona: and. if we are to believe the chronicler. it was one of the grandest events_and one of the most extensively celebrated that ever transpired in that ancient city. The people. he assures us. were literally wild with delight. and for many days the welkin echoed back their gladsome notes. while the joy bells rang right merrily. 'IHFI END. chronicles of the time in " he archives of La Pilotta have it all on record. After telling the touching story of Giovanni Farnese and his family. to- gether with the wicked imposture of Ludovico Bojario. and the wonderful manner in which the true prince had been snatched from the jaws of an ignominious death and restored to his rightful rank and station through the magic of his masterpiece. they go on to make record of the joy and sat- isfaction that filled every loyal heart. old and young. male and female. when the facts had been published. scene. Ludovico Bojario was arrested on charge of robbery and murder at the castle of Talavera. in Spain. and ere long thereafter Colonel Galejo left Italy with him in custody. On the way across the sea. however. he made his escape. {He secretly lowered a boat from the vessel's stern at night; boat and prisoner dimppeared. and were never heard of more. Nevertheless the albatross is afoul fieedier. He lives on offal, not fish, and on the body of awhale will gorge so full that he can hardly fly. Beautiful as he looks in air, on land he is an awkward bird, with a bill too big for the rest of him and misfit web feet. Sailors call the albatross tribe “goon- eys." One species, commonly known as the ‘mollymoke" is sometimes found north of the equator. menu III- vuv run-w.â€" ._ -w he was doomed In fact he had been possessed by harrowing tear since the moment of his startling discovery that in the artist Zanoni. he beheld the man whom he had long believed deadâ€"killed at his own behest. “Senor Ludovico Bojario! I arrest thee in the king's me!” e The culprit asked but one question. ‘1 “av “I.“ a- v vâ€" â€"â€" Never mind the our-sing. the impre- cations upon the duke. and upon all concerned. We will not prolong the Cape hens and Cape pigeons are smaller birds of the albatross kindâ€" the latter like a [at dove with ablack A scarce specimen of the albatross tribe, known as the "Nelly" or “stink- er." is noted for its veracity when whale carcasses are left by the whal- ing crews. Hence old v. halers derive the terrible threat: ‘1'” light on ye like u‘stinker' on awhalel" The stormy petrel, Mother Carey's chicken, is beloved of all sailors. He's a tiny bird, with delicate glossy back and brown plumage just flecked with white on the open wings, and long slen- der legs reaching out first on one side and then on the other as if to feel the sea as it nestles under the curl of the billows or skims the sides like alark over a plush meadow. A long difference separates the true sea birds from the puffins, penguins and other queer birds that haunt the rocky shores of sea islands. The penguin is to be used for food by Borchegrevink in his Ant- arctic eXplorations,although he says its flesh is so oily that alampwick stuck in its body would burn for a long time. The puffins of St. Kilda's Isle,though much smaller than _the penguins have an equally oily flesh. Learning and wisdom don’t always travel hand in hand. A man of wealth is never crankyâ€" he's merely eccentric. 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