The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 17, 1899, Page 8

] THE SUNDAY CALL, IFUL < RVANT BY QUIDA <« (EryRICGHT) nobla two others had not returned and the as genercue STap hotse wiis. allentiand ‘ssd: the er has done and ever two women wept together and all differ- time, FXhe mophiAtn | education were forgot ch in a million years: ewing hosts of re 1 perish before it in uth, when it is tender of ¥ of soul, does not beli it thinks s emb srrow. Iu a degree , flery soul of Ner- w but m this h truths the : how o of cynic i ) moth f n, h Ner d to her- me to study art was me Romanino were nothing in e, to the aching heart but to th servant, wh \ t reached Madama Tina. s Hright hove it aves. The how to read she would no . Ita & e side of the wo scruples about oper lope to sea Ninetiol Srits If the contents were messages of good L ‘her w or evil; and it she had found them the be latter, would kave thought i right to water ‘which < ils o but the have destroyed the missive as to stamp power upon a scorplon. With strong and primi- small ame » steep streets, f. Several offers she would have me." she salq e net his church to rce, became a the third went 3 in Venice. The young came back at intervals, but rarely; "SHE LIFTED HIS FRAIL BODY ABOVE THE RIVER AND PLUN Hve natures delity does not hesttate at evil; if evil can spare any injury to the one beloved, it hecomes no longer an evil, but a duty, a virtue, a heroism. Nerina could not have reasoned about it, but it was thus that she felt. To screen her lady from calamity, there was no crime which would not have seemed sanctified o her. One winter these uncanny atoms of written paper, which had such magical power (she saw) to wound and to delight seemed to cause continual anxiety to her mistress; espectally those which came ,frnm Ro iino. ““He is vexing his soul again,” thought Nerina. O Lor: why cannot he content himself with his brushes and sticke of charcoal and let the world mend fts way itself, or roll out of purgatory into hell as it will She had never heard of Il Maretto of Brescla. But his was a kind of life she AT . would have wished her young master to lead; alw; in the same little city, THESAME ways painting pictures of the sain MONENT THREE CONMUNAL GUARDS SEIZED HIM. growing gray in, his native alr, and 1 ing at dgath his name as a sacred tru to his fellow citizens—all his life a noble, calm, beloved figure, pacing the same stones from the cradie to the grave, and in his tomb beloved and honored. In the spring whith followed that win- ter, the “Maladetta primavera’” of 1598, there was great trouble in the country. There were riots in many provinces, and hungry crowds pillaged and burnt, and the roar of cannon woke the echoes of wany a street in many a town, and terror OVER THE LOW WALL GED WITH HIM INTO THE RIVER BELOW * ellenced the moans of a tortured people. In the little city of Madama Tina all was quiet. The echoes of the canne s and the shrieks of the wounded did not reach this high crest “of the rock, church bells rung as peacefull and the da blossomed alo g river banks, and the sun set and rose, and the moolight shone on the red-gray moss and the fodils Erown roofs; and only Madama Tina knew the terrible disquiet and desperation which there were clsewhere. The letters told her—wic they ed, white ppeared to be owlet to her we s of woe, ay Romanino had crossed from Venice to throw in his lot with the rev fonists in t terrible Maggio Mila and had been fighting with the populace in the streets of Miian, and what after-fate no one could tell. He seen and heard of in Lor his mother only he: resi need of s torture of anx feared, one day passed down the seve had been so much steep street time he had Lombard “Ser , “you should from those nswered his mother. caged bird Besides, bel “To beating his ve me, he does afraid went hot charcoal which she ro not even know whether he were dead in Milan or swept away into the crowded prison as 0 many others had been. The rest of the week went by; seven more days, and still another seven, and thero was no news. No one heard or knew anything except garbled informatfon from public prints, and very little of that, nothe ing which any one could be sure was true, News travels at all times very slow to these isolated pl insurrection there 1 which is not prepared and doc authority before it reaches the publie. in a third week passed, and Mada Tina heard nothing of her your She dared not make any inquiries lest she should do him harm: he might be or in prison. She could not eat qr sleep. Her strength, never great, failed her en- tirely; and nothing that Nerina could do could give her hope or solace. She crept out to the old church and prayed the for hours for her beloved boys. Never in her life had a lament escaped her, but now suffering broke down her pa- tience and she wailed aloud “We bear them with pain, and rear them with hardship, and what is th We are like the poor cows and sheep, who have all the woe of travail only to sce thelr offspring snatched away and done to deat *“What can I do for her?” thought Ne- rina, in desperation. “I would cut off my right hand for her and I can do naught Madama Tina grew thinner paler and more shadow-like with every day which left her without news. She would not harken to her doctor, or take any tonic or cotdial. “There is no cure for me,"” she sald, “save to hear the voice of my youngest born. And perhaps that volce was mute. “Hark ye, woman,” sald the old doctor of the town to Nerina, where she was no Informati » use forever i./ beatin “I b / g ave often a mi d to filng them on COMES TO YOUR LADY YOU MUST BRING 11 TQ ME BEFORE 5 the charcoal” sha said after kill M *Tis 1 Fou s years dare t your 1 By speech would tress | the ¢ younge has d lives st fis de aye, a and mist €0 othe distar Romar tor's ¢ never Only silence and m the la and f hand adder top!" m adama reall £ she le st be ir me with a good lad, 1 k 1ino. I tl nd was lost s with less terror. Ic SEEDIT.» “They stab har new o' aald the “It m yst te ¥ 3.0 w eeth