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hour <strong>of</strong> justice, were it only a aingli- moment !"<br />
And she stretched outlier hands towards him. weeping bitterly.<br />
But <strong>the</strong> guilty cue did not deign to listen to her, and<br />
sud nnd solitary she returned to her dwelling in <strong>the</strong> city. She<br />
had scarcely entered when Stefauo and Vict<strong>or</strong> appeared.<br />
"Alas ! bro<strong>the</strong>r, I've spoken to him, but he would listen to<br />
she cried. "Oh ! God, my God ! is <strong>the</strong>re no m<strong>or</strong>e<br />
"Alas ! tie too he's my bro<strong>the</strong>r," she murmured, "bending<br />
low and blushing deeper.<br />
"And he is also mine," replied Vict<strong>or</strong>. "He's a stray<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r f<strong>or</strong> whose return we will constantly pray with our<br />
whole soul."<br />
At <strong>the</strong>se tender w<strong>or</strong>ds <strong>the</strong> astonished Nnnziata glanced<br />
earnestly at <strong>the</strong> young Christian soldier. No threatening<br />
cloud, no perceptible expression <strong>of</strong> ranc<strong>or</strong> <strong>or</strong> anger darkened<br />
Vict<strong>or</strong>'s brow, and his frank open visage, brea<strong>the</strong>d nothing<br />
but love and pity, generous indulgence, and divine mercy.<br />
Nunzinta, to get a better look at<br />
f<strong>or</strong> a moment.<br />
him, wiped away her tears<br />
safety.<br />
<strong>The</strong> next day Vict<strong>or</strong> received a long letter from his mo<strong>the</strong>r,<br />
who said that f<strong>or</strong> some days she had remarked a strange and<br />
extremely satisfact<strong>or</strong>y change in her husband's conduct. M.<br />
M<strong>or</strong>ren had pointedly betrayed, in every thing that concerned<br />
his son, a deep estrangement, <strong>or</strong>, at least, complete indifference<br />
; but, suddenly, he seemed to have reverted to better<br />
CHAPTKl; Mil.<br />
THE SPIRIT OF OOOD AND TUB SPIRIT OF EVIL.<br />
<strong>The</strong> old castle <strong>of</strong> Schrambeck, <strong>of</strong> which we have spoken at<br />
<strong>the</strong> outset <strong>of</strong> this st<strong>or</strong>y, is an antique and venerable remnant<br />
nothing," my<br />
hope f<strong>or</strong> him? Pardon, pardon, Signer," she stammered,<br />
perceiving atStefano's side <strong>the</strong> young f<strong>or</strong>eigh Zouave, at whose<br />
feet she threw herself, blushing and confused.<br />
"Pray, rise, Sign<strong>or</strong>ina," responded Vict<strong>or</strong>, painfully moved<br />
by this huaiblo attitude, those passionate demonstrations.<br />
"Don't I owe my safety to <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> splend<strong>or</strong>s <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Middle As:es.<br />
It is a vast quadrangular building, flanked, at each <strong>of</strong> its<br />
angles, by a large round tower, joined by a wing, iu tin' center<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> facade, with a fifth tower, an immense f<strong>or</strong>midable<br />
struotnre that looks like <strong>the</strong> eternal sentinel <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>old chaN-ui,<br />
your bro<strong>the</strong>r here ?"<br />
overlooking iho .<br />
approaches anj defending <strong>the</strong> outran.<br />
large moat nearly surrounds, <strong>the</strong> vasi and gloomy edifice; a<br />
very l<strong>of</strong>ty i^reuulated mid turretrd wall completing <strong>the</strong> line <strong>of</strong><br />
defence. <strong>The</strong> rusty vanes, half bent on <strong>the</strong>ir rods, creak on<br />
<strong>the</strong> tops <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> turrets ; <strong>the</strong> old oaken do<strong>or</strong>s are bending on<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir hinges ; <strong>the</strong> walls are falling in in many places ; and<br />
<strong>the</strong> tall weeds, sown by <strong>the</strong> breath <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tempest, wave <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
green leaves from <strong>the</strong> base <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> posterns to <strong>the</strong> summit <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> battlements. A p rtion <strong>of</strong> tlie old edifice is already a heap<br />
<strong>of</strong> ruins ; and time, which is doing its w<strong>or</strong>k, will not be slow<br />
to destroy what remains.<br />
Some time bef<strong>or</strong>e tli3 events related in <strong>the</strong> preceding chapter,<br />
M. M<strong>or</strong>ren and his friend, Ernest Van D<strong>or</strong>mael, were<br />
"O, Sign<strong>or</strong>, you're an angel," she cried, sobbing.<br />
"<br />
Alas ! I'm very far from resembling those pure spirits <strong>of</strong><br />
heaven," he replied, with a gentle, modest<br />
"<br />
s iiile. And<br />
don't call me '<br />
Sign<strong>or</strong>,' I beg, but simply Vict<strong>or</strong>, f<strong>or</strong> I earnestly<br />
desire that you and Stefano should regard me as a<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r. True, in a few days my duty summons me to <strong>the</strong><br />
camp ra<strong>the</strong>r far from Rome ; but I shall certainly return, and<br />
I do hope I shall <strong>the</strong>n be treated by you aa one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> family.<br />
You'll grant me that fav<strong>or</strong>, won't you, dear Stefano?"<br />
<strong>The</strong> young Italian's only reply was a warm pressure <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
hand extended to him. Vict<strong>or</strong> was not long without meeting<br />
true friends in this new land.<br />
Out <strong>of</strong> regard f<strong>or</strong> this amiable family as well as compassion<br />
f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> wretched maniac, <strong>the</strong> young Pontifical volunteer only<br />
disclosed <strong>the</strong> dramatic circumstances in which he thought he<br />
would have lost his life to his cousin Joseph and <strong>the</strong> faithful<br />
Martin, who both promised to have a watchful taking<br />
eye to bis<br />
a walk towards <strong>the</strong> close <strong>of</strong> day, along <strong>the</strong> hills to <strong>the</strong><br />
n<strong>or</strong>th-west <strong>of</strong> Schrambeck. Ernest had arrived <strong>the</strong> evening<br />
bef<strong>or</strong>e on a visit to his friend, purposing to lay a snare to<br />
draw <strong>the</strong> proud philosophe fur<strong>the</strong>r into <strong>the</strong> dark abyss <strong>of</strong> impiety<br />
and err<strong>or</strong>. But since his arrival he had not had an opp<strong>or</strong>tunity<br />
<strong>of</strong> talking to his friend M<strong>or</strong>ren alone ; so, desirous<br />
<strong>of</strong> creating a fav<strong>or</strong>able occasion f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> execution <strong>of</strong> his plan,<br />
he proposed <strong>the</strong>y should take along walk toge<strong>the</strong>r to <strong>the</strong> ruias<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old chateau.<br />
Now, on <strong>the</strong>ir way was <strong>the</strong> Chapel <strong>of</strong> Consolation where<br />
<strong>the</strong>y saw old Teresa kneeling at <strong>the</strong> threshold and praying<br />
fervently.<br />
" Ah ! you're <strong>the</strong>ra, my good Teresa," said M. M<strong>or</strong>ren,<br />
who knew <strong>the</strong> old woman well, and never refused her an alms,<br />
f<strong>or</strong> he had an excellent heart. "And, as I perceive, always<br />
praying. It seems, my good woman, that you've nothing else<br />
to do than recite your Avea. "<br />
" A po<strong>or</strong>, weak, old woman like me has nothing else to do."<br />
she replied, rising and leaning on her crutch. "<br />
But, do you<br />
know" ehe continued, " f<strong>or</strong> whom I am praying, just now ? '<br />
" How should I know, my good woman ?"<br />
" Well, I'm going to tell you. I was praying, just now,<br />
f<strong>or</strong> our children who are at Rome ;<br />
f<strong>or</strong> your Vict<strong>or</strong>, Monsieur<br />
M<strong>or</strong>ren, and <strong>the</strong>n f<strong>or</strong> Joseph and Martin."<br />
" Upon my faith, your po<strong>or</strong> Martin oughtn't to be very<br />
much obliged to you. Didn't you send him <strong>the</strong>re your-<br />
sentiments, and impatiently asked to see Vict<strong>or</strong>'s letters to his<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong>n he recommended his wife to write immediately<br />
to Vict<strong>or</strong> and request a prompt reply, warning his son to carefully<br />
avoid <strong>the</strong> company <strong>of</strong> Maso if he met him, " f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> latter,"<br />
he added, "intends to injure my po<strong>or</strong> child."<br />
Vict<strong>or</strong>, overjoyed at receiving such pleasant news, hastened<br />
to answer his dear parents, in <strong>or</strong>der to dispel all <strong>the</strong>ir disquietnde,<br />
and, (without, however, imf<strong>or</strong>ming <strong>the</strong>m <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> danger<br />
he had run) completely reassured <strong>the</strong>m in his regard ; f<strong>or</strong> all<br />
Maso's projects, he told <strong>the</strong>m, had come to nothing and evaperated<br />
in smoke.<br />
But how had M. M<strong>or</strong>ren been led to suddenly conceive such<br />
a lively sob'citude in self ?"<br />
" And do you think on account <strong>of</strong> that," she sturdily replied,<br />
regard to his son ? And who could have<br />
inf<strong>or</strong>med him <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sinister projects <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Carbonaro, who<br />
had not announced his departure to him, and besides would<br />
Lave taken care not to disclose his reason f<strong>or</strong> going to Rome?<br />
" that I haven't a true mo<strong>the</strong>r's love f<strong>or</strong> my po<strong>or</strong> child?<br />
Believe me, sir, <strong>the</strong> rich can't love <strong>the</strong>ir children m<strong>or</strong>e n<strong>or</strong><br />
better than <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong>. And do you imagine <strong>the</strong> thought <strong>of</strong> my<br />
dear absent son isn't enough to occupy my days and trouble<br />
my nights, that I'm not every instant disturbed with a thousand<br />
uneasinesses, thinking <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> hazards and dangers that<br />
await him, far from me ?"<br />
"<br />
Well, foolish woman," interposed Ernest, with a look <strong>of</strong><br />
disdain, " in that case, <strong>the</strong>n, whom have you to blame but<br />
yourself ? Isn't it you you've said so who decided him to<br />
undertake that adventurous expedition ? Why didn't youkeep<br />
him near you, far from hazards, far from dangers? You'd<br />
<strong>the</strong>n be spared all those useless afflictions and those barren<br />
prayers. "<br />
At <strong>the</strong>se w<strong>or</strong>ds old Teresa fixed one <strong>of</strong> her keen, curious<br />
glances on <strong>the</strong> new-comer.<br />
" Are you a Christian ?" she asked. "To hour you, one<br />
would say you never<br />
"<br />
were<br />
" One wouldn't be far out, perhaps," Ernest replied, smil-<br />
ing disdainfully.<br />
" In that case you'll not understand me. And yet I'll try