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" All ! n 1 ! ! my<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r, indeed,'' interrupted <strong>the</strong> wretch, with<br />
a burst <strong>of</strong> hellish iMi^ht'T. "My fa<strong>the</strong>r, yes, I see him--<br />
<strong>The</strong>Woodsl: :i his face, his lips, his breast And<br />
ho collects that blood in his hand and flings it in my face. My<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r, yay yon? Know you, <strong>the</strong>n, who assassinated him?<br />
Well, it was I, Gennaro, <strong>the</strong> damned one ! Don't you see <strong>the</strong><br />
it was I who<br />
bluish bloody stain that soils his breast? Well,<br />
struck him assassinated o<strong>the</strong>rs, too many o<strong>the</strong>rs," continued<br />
<strong>the</strong> unhappy being, a prey to dreadful delirium.<br />
" <strong>The</strong>re<br />
hold, along side my fa<strong>the</strong>r here's Vict<strong>or</strong> M<strong>or</strong>. en. He<br />
1 by my hand. Look he uncovers his breast, and from<br />
his breast, his lips, his eyes, burst f<strong>or</strong>th flames ! Flames and<br />
pray. <strong>The</strong> dying man was already breathing his last sighs<br />
and uttering his last groans <strong>the</strong> fatal instant ;<br />
was near.<br />
" Oh bro<strong>the</strong>r, may you one day be able to f<strong>or</strong>estall, were it<br />
only f<strong>or</strong> a single instant, <strong>the</strong> terrible hour <strong>of</strong> justice !" Nucziata<br />
had said to <strong>the</strong> guilty Gennaro. But could such an im-<br />
pious one as he receive that gift <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Supreme Mercy ? No<br />
doubt he was very far from having merited it but ; <strong>the</strong> heavenly<br />
goodness <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> L<strong>or</strong>d is unbounded.<br />
<strong>The</strong> dying man suddenly opened his eyes. He seemed at<br />
that instant to be animated with new strength. It was <strong>the</strong><br />
last spark <strong>of</strong> life that scintillated, <strong>the</strong> last moment <strong>of</strong> hope bef<strong>or</strong>e<br />
<strong>the</strong> end bef<strong>or</strong>e death.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Carbonaro cast an anxious and wandering look about<br />
him but with an ;<br />
expression less ferocious and despairing.<br />
" What have I done, <strong>the</strong>n ? " he murmured, raising himself<br />
with difficulty upon his knees, and resting on his elbow.<br />
" Oh<br />
"<br />
heaven ! lie cried, after a moment's "<br />
h<strong>or</strong>rifying silence, Oh<br />
heaven, I'm<br />
"<br />
death !<br />
an assassin I have put an innocent man to<br />
At <strong>the</strong>se w<strong>or</strong>ds he tried to hide to hide himself from view,<br />
to conceal his face, but his hand fell heavy and nerveless by<br />
his side. Vict<strong>or</strong>, moved even to tears, tremblingly approached<br />
him. <strong>The</strong>re seem to be o ray <strong>of</strong> hope in <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong> wretch's last<br />
w<strong>or</strong>ds. He tenderly pressed his already icy hand, and held it<br />
in his arms.<br />
" Hope, hope, my friend," he murmured, in his gentle, ten-<br />
der voice. "You haven't killed me look, I'm here, alongside<br />
<strong>of</strong> you, quite ready to lavish my care upon you, to <strong>of</strong>fer you<br />
my pardon."<br />
" What ! You can pardon me ! Impossible !<br />
"<br />
And those<br />
w<strong>or</strong>ds, interrupted by <strong>the</strong> death rattle, issued spasmodically<br />
from Genuaro's lips. "But even if you would, what use<br />
would be your pardon? God does not pardon lost souls<br />
"<br />
damned souls like mine !<br />
"Be silent, unhappy man. Don't blaspheme, Genuaro. I,<br />
who am only a miserable sinner, pity and pardon you ! Oh,<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r, undeceive yourself; that omnipotent God, on <strong>the</strong> con-<br />
trary, only waits f<strong>or</strong> a sigh, a tear, a sign <strong>of</strong> irue repentance,<br />
to overwhelm you with love, to admit yoii to His bosom as a<br />
long lost child returned to his fa<strong>the</strong>r's hearth. O ! Genuaro,<br />
"<br />
Gennaro, don't shut your heart to <strong>the</strong> voice <strong>of</strong> His love !<br />
"<br />
My God, my God, should it indeed bo possible?" cried<br />
<strong>the</strong> unhappy man, palpitating, distracted, while bitter tears,<br />
<strong>the</strong> first he had shed in years <strong>of</strong> callousness, err<strong>or</strong> and passion.<br />
rolled down his cheeks and fell upon his breast. "And you<br />
will pardon me, too you whom I have hated, persecuted,<br />
"<br />
alas ! unto death !<br />
,1 DOUBLE 'ICE.<br />
" I f< a with id I my heart," said Vict<strong>or</strong>, in a moving<br />
(She me your hand, bro<strong>the</strong>r."<br />
"Oh! ,1 no, no, hand. JUHI now it wa 1<br />
. in thy blood," he r< plied,<br />
fied gesture.<br />
,-ek his hand with a terri-<br />
But Vict<strong>or</strong> had already seized it, held it in his, and covered<br />
it with tears and kisses.<br />
And <strong>the</strong> heart <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> guilty one was touched; divine charity<br />
had at last triumphed over hellish hate; <strong>the</strong> hour <strong>of</strong><br />
f<strong>or</strong> an instant, f<strong>or</strong>estalled <strong>the</strong> hour <strong>of</strong> justice, as Nuuziata had<br />
hoped.<br />
But at that very moment death came to claim his prry.<br />
"<br />
Vict<strong>or</strong>, oh, good Vict<strong>or</strong>," gasped Gennaro, "I'm dying<br />
friend f<strong>or</strong>give pray f<strong>or</strong> me f<strong>or</strong> an unhappy sinner, f<strong>or</strong>give,<br />
f<strong>or</strong>give, fa<strong>the</strong>r. And tell Ste'ano Xiiuziata that I beg<br />
<strong>the</strong>m to f<strong>or</strong>give me that I O my God and you Jesus<br />
"<br />
fire !<br />
everywhere All that's to consume me !"<br />
And <strong>the</strong> miserable parricide wrung his hands despairingly,<br />
uttering hollow groans and cries <strong>of</strong> rage and pain, and rolled<br />
convulsively on <strong>the</strong> gra^s, reddened by <strong>the</strong> streams <strong>of</strong> blood<br />
that flowed from his wound.<br />
At <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong> this appalling spectacle, not one <strong>of</strong> our three<br />
friends could retain his tears. Vict<strong>or</strong> wept bitterly; Joseph<br />
anil Martin covered <strong>the</strong>ir fuces with <strong>the</strong>ir hands to conceal<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir emotion, and withdrew in h<strong>or</strong>r<strong>or</strong> from <strong>the</strong> miserable dying<br />
creature.<br />
"All human succ<strong>or</strong> is hencef<strong>or</strong>th useless, "murmured Vict<strong>or</strong><br />
"<br />
sadly. O my friends, let us pray. My God, don't let him<br />
die bef<strong>or</strong>e I'm avenged !"<br />
And all three, turning towards <strong>the</strong> Holy House, began to<br />
! Mary<br />
And <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong> wretch's drooping head fell back.<br />
tremblingly clasped his hands. Gennaro Bianchi<br />
m<strong>or</strong>e.<br />
Vict<strong>or</strong><br />
was no<br />
Vict<strong>or</strong> and his companions knelt by <strong>the</strong> body <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> unfoitunate<br />
Gennaro Bianchi, and commended his soul to God in<br />
<strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong> a respectful silence. <strong>The</strong>n Vict<strong>or</strong> rose and gently<br />
closed <strong>the</strong> eyes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> dead, while he dropped tears <strong>of</strong> compassion<br />
and love upon his pale visage, and quietly kissed those<br />
lips, f<strong>or</strong>ever closed.<br />
" Sleep now in peace, po<strong>or</strong> friend," he murmured, " and may<br />
I have <strong>the</strong> happiness <strong>of</strong> transmitting <strong>the</strong> last w<strong>or</strong>ds <strong>of</strong> repentance<br />
that have fallen from your lips to your bro<strong>the</strong>r Stefano<br />
and your sister Nunziata !"<br />
But a sudden weakness seized him at <strong>the</strong> moment he n<br />
those w<strong>or</strong>ds ; a livid paleness overspread his brow, a shadow<br />
veiled his eyes, and he fell back motionless upon <strong>the</strong> ground.<br />
" He's dying, he's dying !" cried Joseph despairingly, while<br />
Martin, in his excessive grief, wrung his hands convulsively,<br />
and blubbered<br />
"<br />
disconnectedly, Oh, my God ! my God ! t:ike<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r Oh ! what<br />
me instead po<strong>or</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r and unhappy<br />
a s<strong>or</strong>row f<strong>or</strong> you what a dreadful day !"<br />
"<br />
Vict<strong>or</strong>, dear Vict<strong>or</strong>, don't you hear me?" whispered Joseph,<br />
pressing his cousin's hand. And gradually that hand M<br />
to return that gentle, caressing pressure, and grow warm in<br />
his. Suddenly Joseph uttered a loud cry a cry <strong>of</strong> surprise<br />
and joy f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> young man had re opened his eyes. With<br />
throbbing heart <strong>the</strong> two friends knelt close beside him, so as<br />
to catch his last w<strong>or</strong>ds. "My friends," he murmured in a bro-<br />
ken voice, " fly, I conjure you f<strong>or</strong> my last hour has it's approaching I feel it<br />
fly,<br />
come;<br />
without any m<strong>or</strong>e delay, <strong>the</strong><br />
dangers that threaten you !"<br />
" But you, my dear Vict<strong>or</strong>?" asked Martin.<br />
"I I shall die here, far, far away from my countiy from<br />
my home, but at least near <strong>the</strong> Holy House <strong>of</strong> Lo/, to. Go<br />
away my friends, my bro<strong>the</strong>rs, f<strong>or</strong> from one moment to ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
<strong>the</strong> enemy may come and make you prisoners."<br />
"Abandon you thus, without consolation, without help?<br />
Never, n ver !" <strong>the</strong>y both replied.<br />
" "<br />
But I shall soon have ceased to live and suffer.<br />
"<br />
No, no, Vict<strong>or</strong>. Never, never. And <strong>the</strong> Piedmoute;<br />
come if <strong>the</strong>y like," <strong>the</strong> faithful Martin hastened to add,<br />
may<br />
"hut<br />
<strong>the</strong> thunder crush me if I budge from here, Vict<strong>or</strong><br />
you."<br />
from<br />
And at <strong>the</strong>se w<strong>or</strong>ds <strong>the</strong>y could see <strong>the</strong> eyes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wounded<br />
man fill with tears, so touched was he by <strong>the</strong>se ity and sincere attachment.<br />
pro<strong>of</strong>s <strong>of</strong> fidel-<br />
But at that moment <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> approaching steps, <strong>the</strong><br />
clanking and clashing <strong>of</strong> h<strong>or</strong>ses and arms, was heard in <strong>the</strong><br />
distance, and <strong>the</strong> startled Zouaves, listened attentive! y. ft<br />
was not long bef<strong>or</strong>e <strong>the</strong>y saw one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> enemy's divisions,<br />
which had dashed <strong>of</strong>f in pursuit <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Pontifical army in <strong>the</strong><br />
hope <strong>of</strong> making prisoners.<br />
" O henveus !" cried Joseph, "<strong>the</strong> Piedmontese are coming<br />
O God ! what's to become <strong>of</strong> us, what shall w.- do now V"<br />
"<br />
My good friends," murmured Vict<strong>or</strong>, "leave me aud fly<br />
fly, I beg <strong>of</strong> you !"