VOLUME I[I.--NUMBER ‘3.
[Entered according to Act of Congress in the Clerk’s Othce of the
District Court of Massachusetts.]
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THE DUKE AHD THE LAZZAROHE.
A TALE OI’ NAPLI-E AND ITS ENYIRONS.
BY SYLVANUS COBB, J12.
Tnonon the bell of St. Elmo had told that it was
midnight ere the young marquis and his companion
reached the Villa Ileale, yet they determined to go at
once to the dwelling of Massinello, to assure them-
selves of the state of‘ affairs there. They had both of
them strange furebodings that mischief was at hand.
Neither had spoken to the other of his thou hts, but
yet the very breathing-tl“ very method of,t e omin-
ous silence, told that fear was at work. Zaraui led the
way with rapid strides, and Monmarto kept snugly by
The dwelling of poor Gebo was reached, and the
front door was found open. 7.ara.ni’s heart leaped
with a sudden pang as he saw this, for it snrel augnred
ill. The two men entered the house, but trey found
no person there. There was is small brass lamp bum-
iug upon the table, and near it lay C-ebo’s violin, seem-
ing to have been hastily thrown there, for it lacked but
little of falling off upon the floor. The marquis
snatched up the lamp and hastened to the small room
he had occupied. Adele's lute lay upon the bed, a
hslftinished waxen flower lny upon the stand near the
wiudow,nnd the peculiar lamp she used in melting
and coloring her material stood near it. The marquis
ADELE IMPLORING PROTECTION.
called out as loud as he could, but he got no answer.
He went to the back door, but it was fastened upon the
inside. He opened it, however, and looked forth into
the darkness, and sent his voice into the uict church
court. A dull ccho was the only nnswer u got. He
returned to the eating-room, set the lamp down in the
lace from whence he had taken it, and then the two
men stood and gazed into each other’s faces.
“‘ She's gone !” whispered Zarani, seeming afraid to
trust the fearful truth with utterance.
" All gone I" returned Moumarto, with a heavy
Foremoment the men gazed upon each other as
before. Then Monmarto continued:
“ You are sure this was the place!" '
“Yes. Here. in this room, I last saw her sweet
face. Sweeter than the breath of summer, uud more
beautiful than the flowers that breath awakes to life-
purer than the purling brooklet, and more cheering in
er presence than the murmur of the cooling wuters--
milder than the gentle stars of heaven, and more glori-
rious in her smiles than the queen of night. An angel
of mercy she was, all beauty, all grace, all goodness,
and all purity."
Monmarto did not speak, but he gazed fixedly into
the face of his companion.
"A moment that sweet orb arose upon the heaven
of my vision, and her bright beams sank deeper than I
knew to my heart. Adele! Adele l Gehol Mas-
sinellol 0, this is horrible! Which way shall we
turn‘! Where shall we look! Monmarto, speak."
Before he could obey the young man's half-frantic
injunction, the sounds of rushing footsteps were heard
from without, and in a moment more, Massinello
sprang into the house. The r luzzarono’s hair was
streaming in wild masses, his eyes were glaring and
haggard,nnd his face was pale as marble. His eyes
rested upon Zerani, and a strange change came over
.“ 0, Godl signer marquis, is it you that have done
this‘! You whom I saved from the grave of waters,
and whom! nursed with a brothcr’s care? ’0, give
me back my child! give me back my child l"
" No, no, good Gcbo-’twas not me," uttered Zarsni.
" You know I could not have done it."
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“ Who then has robbed me of my more than life!
Who has stolen my very heart of hearts, and left me
The marquis explained all that he knew, though he
dared not yet mention the duke, for he had no evidence
that Tartani had done this thing.
“And you came to save her if you could !" said
Massincllo, with a tone of gratitude. "But, alas! I
:now not how this thing is to be done. I know not
where to look. for I know not whom to suspect. And
you, signor,” he continued, turning to Monmarto,
“ have you come, too 1"
" I came with the marquis to help protect the girl."
“ I know you not. Did you know Adele!"
“That matters not now. Let us first find her if we
can. How long since you missed her!" . ,
“Nearly two hours," returned 'Gebo, as he wiped
the tears from his cheek. “I came home from the
city, and I found my door open, and Adele gone.
There was a chair tipped over. Yonder stool was
kicked into the corner, and in the sand upon the door
I found marks of a scuille. I feared it-0, I feared it
from the moment that Satan put his foot into the
" Who was it 1" asked the marquis, in wonder.
“An ungodly astrologer-a man that read the fu-
ture, and looked into the past. I felt sure that n cu;-so
would come after him ; and yet I gave him food and
" What manner of man was he 1" suddenly uttered
The lnzzsrone described minutely the dress and ap.
pearanaa of the man.
“ Now I know him l" cried the marquis, with vehe-
ment energy. “ It was Tnrtani, for I saw that we
dress-that white board and hair, within his palace this
very day that has passed."
" Not the old duke, who was here 3" said Gebo.
"Diaholo, that could not have been. The scamp
may have been disguised, but I know it was not him. ',
“ Then it was one of tho duke‘s cmissnrioa, us I'm
alive. But who would he trust? Hal 1 have it.
‘Twas Cornaro, his son." 7 . '4
Zsrnni felt confident that he had arrived at the trgth,
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