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KINSLEY GRAPHIC.
KINSLEY,
KANSAS.
BEFORE AND AFTER.
When she married, often she
Forcefully asseverated.
On the tbreshold-tthrone she'd be
Sovereign sole, nor dominated -By
her chosen minister:
Others might be held and harried;
None should dictate unto her
When she married-!
When she married as she did
Found her throne of love rose-hidden.
And she walked as she was bid
Never knowing: she was bidden;
He could reign enough for two.
And ber maiden plans miscarried;
She became the gentle shrew
When she married!
Wh"n he wedded,:so he said-.
He'd none of the bonds that tie mn!
She. his choice, would know who led
Ere they'd quit the shrine of Hymen.
She might make and mend his things;
See him fed and softly bedded;
He would hold the house-purse strings
When he wedded!
When he wedded he would check
. Butchers', grocers bills and bakers';
And would find him no soft geek
Milliners and mantua-makers!
He would manage stern and well.
Marriage he in nowise dreaded;
But the records do not tell
When he wedded L- -Philip
T. Roxbury, In Illustrated Amer
ican. Copyright, 1895, by D. Appleton & Co.
All rights reserved. . .
CHAPTER XIX.
EXIT THE ANCIENT BRICO.
I had gained my point without waste of
frords or time, but it. was to be my way or
not at all. My ladytwas 'in dire peril.
Against this could 1 for a moment weigh
any thought of myseff? What cared I
whether France, Spain, or the Borgia ruled
in Italy? What mattered it to me whether
one crafty statesman held the reins of pow
er, or another outdid liini in craft and
iilched away his bone? My lady was in dan
ger, and my honor might, rot, and the Most
Christian, the Most Catholic, and Most Holy
wolves might tear e&ch. other's throats out
before I would move a finger, take one step,
until she was free. If I had to pull down
Baglioni's hold with my own hands, I would
4ree her. If a hair of her head was injured
Jf should take such vengeance as man never
lizard of, and the-"iy foot caught in the
--carpeting of the passage, I tripped up and
,fell -heavily, the shock pending sttors before
my: eyes. w-: "
. ' ."Too much haste, cayajicre," and a hand
helped me to rise. viir gained my feet 1
saw Machiavelli beside me.
"I followed you yi3pnee' he said, "but
you went so last Lhd-missed you but for
that lucky trip. A.woVl more if you free
her, take her to tne corfvehtbf St. Jerome,
two miles northwcslMagione the abbess
will do the rest. iMjU&efijto that."
"Very well. CoA grant 1 succeed!"
"Amen to that,nt5Iachiavelli took my
hand. "Ad ieu, cavalftrre; xinfce 'again, I must
go LacU to his emitfetice'wehave a point or
two to discuss yet, but no more Falernian.
Cbrpo di Bacco! I grqw cold when I think
of -our escape." 5 :...
"Good -by, your excellency," and we
parted.
I went on with a little more care, and, be
ing a trifle cooled by my fall, was able to
think better. By the time I reached my
apartments 1 had decided on my route. 1
should leave by the Porta del Popolo, keep
on the right bank of the. river as far as
Borghetto, there cross tUe 'Tiber, and on to
Perugia in a straight;lin"e by Narui and
Todi.1 It was close three and .thirty
leagues; but I did not mean to spare horse
flesh.' As I reached the entrance which led
to my rooms, I found Jacopo and my men
ready, and Castor whinnied a glad welcome,
pawing at the air with his forefoot in his im
patience. St. ArmaljH&a-nd the abbe, al
ready mounted anal S(t tended by a couple of
men, were a little to the right.
" "I will not keep you a moment, chevalier,"
4 called out as 1 passed him, and, running
tip the stairs to my room, began to dress rap
idly. Jacopo attended me, and, as he hand
ed me my Bword, pointed to the open win
dow. ''.'
"A fair night for a long ride, excellency!"
. "Yes, the moon stands well my cloak
quick," and we descended the stairs.
"All ready, Jacopo?"
- "Your excellency?'-'
"Steady, Castor," and I swung into the
addle.
- There was the jingTe of bit chains, the
clank of steel scabbards, the ling of iron
shod hoofs on the pavement, and with St.
Armande by my side and my troop behind
me, I left the Palazzo Coraeto.
To avoid risk of stoppage I did not go
down by the Alessandria to the Ponte di San
Angelo, but determined to cross at the Ri
pe tta. Therefore, crossing, the Borgi di San
Angelo, we went northwards by the V. d.
Ire Papazzi, up the. Via Cancellieri, and
then, turning to the right, rode up the Via
Crescenzio. To our - right, as we rode, the
moon hung over San Angelo and the dark
outlines of the gloomy stronghold loomed
like a vast shadow of evil above us. La front
of us lay the Tiber, and the long line of fires
of the charcoal-burners. The latter over
hung by a blue cloud of smoke, into which
the forked flames leaped and danced. At
the bridge we were stopped by the guard,
but the safe-conduct set us free, and we
crossed at a slow pace. Above the hollow
beat of the horses' hoofs I heard the waters
churning around the piers, and, looking
over the side, saw the gray river as it
hummed past below me, flecked with white
foam-tipped waves, chasing each other in
tines of light across its surface, or. as they
in
broke catching the moon rays, and dying
in a hundred colors with an angry hiss.
Passing through the ruined Porta del
Popolo, where the breaches made by
Charles' cannon were still unimpaired, we
took the Flaminiau Way, and galloped down
the road almost in darkness, owing to the
shadows thrown by the high walls on each
side of us. We rccrossed the Tiber at the
Ponte Molle, and, still keeping the Via Fla
minia, turned our horses' heads in the direc
tion of Castel Nuovo.
Not the best horse in the world could keep
up the pace we were going for long; and 1
was old enough soldier to know that our
sliced must be regulated by the slowest
beast it' we wanted to reach in full strength,
so 1 slackened rein to a walk and gave the
animals a rest.
Excepting once, when Jacopq rode off to
make his duty to the. Fountain of.Trevi, I
had not exchanged a word with St. Ar
mande, indeed 1 was in no mind to talk; but
he broke the silence with a question.
"Do we ride all night, cavaliere?"
"We have many leagues to go, St. Ar
mande." "Ciel!" he muttered under his breath, and
I heard the abbe as he leaned forward whis
per: "Courage! would you give way now?
Courage!"
Clearly there was a mystery here to which
I had no clew, and it troubled me. I
glanced at St. Armande, and through the
moonlight saw the white of his cheek, show
ing all the paler for the black patch he wore
transversely across it; but looking at him
did not explain matters.
"What the devil does this mean?" I said
half aloud to myself.
"Did you speak?"
"Merely something to myself, chevalier.
Diavolo! But this is a dull ride."
"Do you think so?" and his tone softened
suddenly.
1 made no reply, but stirred up Castor,
and we jogged along. I left the mystery to
take care of itself, and mapped out a line of
action. I would take only two men with me
into Perugia, and send the rest with Ar
mande to the convent of St. Jerome to await
the result of my attempt to free Angiola.
It sounded like foolishness to give St. Ar
mande the control of the stronger party,
especially if he meant treachery; but this
I was persuaded he did not. On the other
hand, a following of six troopers was a trifle
too many to pay a peaceful visit to Baglioni,
and might arouse suspicion, while they were
too few tc attempt open force. In 3hort, if
I could not do what I wanted with two men,
I would not be able to effect it with six or
a dozen, and made up my mind to split our
parts', either after crossing the Paglia, or
beyond at San Fortunate
In this manner, sometimes galloping, some
times trotting, and at other times walking
our horses to give them a rest, we reached
Castel Nuovo, but did not enter the town,
skirting it by our right, although one of the
troopers suggested our going westwards by
Campagnano, a useless detour as it seemed
to me. We passed the little town exactly
at midnight, and the chime of bells striking
the hour fell pleasantly on our ears. A
short way beyond we found the road so cut
into ruts and fissures that it was not possible
to go at any other than a snail's pace, so that
within the next two hours we barely cov
ered as many leagues. The moon was now
on the wane, the road became worse, and
one or two of the horses showed signs of
fatigue. Jacopo rode up beside me.
"By your leave, excellency! We have the
1 pad by Soratte to cross soon, and in the
coming darkness may possibly lose our way.
I would suggest, therefore, that we halt here
until dawn. It will rest the horses, and
with the light we could press on."
"Very well. Hark! Is not that the sound
of water?"
"Yes, your worship."
"Then we will stop there."
A few yard3 beyond we came to a ruined
temple, near which a fountain was bubbling.
Here 1 gave the order to halt, and in less
time than I take to write this the troopers
had sprung to earth, the saddle-girths were
loosened and all the preparations for a two
hours' halt begun.
I shared a little wine with St. Armande
and the abbe, and the former, rolling him
self up in his cloak, leaned his back against
a fallen pillar, and seemed to drop off at
once into sleep.
The abbe followed his example, but my
mind was too impatient for rest, and I
walked up and down, watching the ending
cf the moon, until it finally sank out of
sight, and darkness fell upon us.
Dark as it was around me, my mind was
in a still greater darkness, for I was unable
to think of any plan by which I could gain
access to Angiola, after reaching Perugia.
Time, too, was short; but that did not mat
ter, for I was prepared to let the affair of
the ducats slide, rather than lose any chance
of rescuing her. '
A straw yet remained. Luck might be on
my side, and with luck and a strong heart
one might do anything. There was noth
ing for it but to content myself for the pres
ent with this. Until I reached Perugia I
could develop no plan. So I paced up and
down with an unsettled mind, and finally,
seating myself on a stone, awaited the morn
ing, alternately nodding and awakening
with a start.
At last1 The east began to whiten, and,
getting up stiffly, I touched Jacopo with the
end of my'sword. He jumped with an ex
clamation, and, recognizing me, began to
apologize. This I cut short, and bade him
arouse the men.
"This instant, your worship. Cospetto!
To think 1 should have overslept myself!
Ho, sluggards! Buffaloes! Awake! Think
you that you are going to snore here all
night?" and he began to stir the men up.
They rose willingly enough, with tremen
dous yawnings and stretching of arms, and
we were soon on the march again, through
the increasing daylight.
The coming day seemed to worm the hearts
of the men, and one of them broke into
song, the chorus being taken up by the oth
ers, as we jogged along. When this had
lasted some little time, I gave Castor's reins
a shake, and off we went at a smart gallop.
Shortly after passing San Oreste the road
led along the side of Soratte, and, the morn
ing being young, besides very bright and
clear, we had a glorious view. To the left
lay Civita Castellans, the walls of the new
citadel standing high above the town, which
lay in the middle of a network of deep
ravines; to the right and behind us the Sa
bine Hills extended in long, airy Ifnesv and
the wooded heights of Pellachio and San
Cennaro, where, close to Palembara, was
an old castle of our house, rose to the south
east. Abov us was the monastery of St.
Silvestre, and Soratte itself reached towards
where Borghetto stood, on a bend or the Ti
ber, in a series of descending peaks. Cool
puffs of air caught us, and freshened the
horses as well as our hearts, and it was a
cheery party that finally reached the Ponte
Felice, and entered the town. Here our
safe-conduct again stood us in' good stead.
Indeed, we had difficulty in getting awayTfull, too, for the yard swarmed with people,,
for the Captain Lippi, wbo held Borghetto
for the Borghia, wished to press his hospi
tality on us for a few days; but on my
eventually taking him aside, and whispering
to him that I was bound on a confidential
mission, he gave in, but with some little re
luctance. He, however, invited us to share
his table at dinner. 1 accepted, but Sir Ar
mande, who was looking very wearied, de
clined, and dined quietly with the abbe at
the "Silver Eel," where I quartered my
men,
Lippi was an bid soldier risen from the
ranks, with a head more full of drill than
suspicion; but in order to remove any such
weed that might be growing there I af
fected to be so delighted with bis conversa
tion at dinner that 1 begged the favor of his
accompanying me for a league or so on my
way, after we had dined. To this he agreed
with alacrity, and I was subsequentiy sorry
for my pains, for the old bore did not quit
me until we had all but reached the Nera,
and saw the campanile of St. Juvenalis ris
ing above Narni. We did this portion of the
journey at a rapid pace, as I wanted,' if pos
sible, to shake off the captain, but, mounted
on an Apulian, he stuck to me like a burr,
dinning into my ears his opinion as to how
the cros3-bow was a weapon as superior to
the arquebus as the mangonel was above
even Novarro's new cannon. At length he
wished us the day and departed, and the
horses, scenting the end of their day's jour
ney, put on fresh speed as we galloped
through the oaks that studded the-yalley.of
the Nera. The river here was hemmed into
a narrow ravine, and, crossing by an an
cient bridge of three spans, supposed to have
been built by the Romans, we climbed up
the steep ascent that led to Narni, and
there found food and lodging for both man
and beast, at an albergo, the name of which,
somehow, I have forgotten. St. Armande
was quite worn out, and I saw he was unfit
ted for any long strain. We supped to
gether, and he retired almost at once. After
supper I had a detailed examination of the
horses, and found that one of them had a
sore back. The trooper who owned him
vowed he would not part with him, so I had
to dismiss the man, which 1 did. This re
duced my fighting strength to six men, in
cluding Jacopo. I did not include St. Ar
mande and his followers in estimating this,
putting them down to so much incum
brance, of which I would soon take care to
be rid. I was anxious, however, to hurry"
on, and so altered my original plans a little,
and in the morning, after we had gone about
a league, I turned to St. Armande, and said:
"Chevalier, it is necessary for me to press
on with all speed. I want you, therefore,
to do me a favor."
"Anything you like, cavaliere; but we do
not part, do we?"
"It is this. I am going on at ones; I want
you to take four of my troopers, and with
Jacopo attended to the task as if he loved it.
your own following make for the convent of
St. Jerome. It lies a little beyond Magione.
Your arrival will be expected. If not, say
you are awaiting me. Await me for a week.
If I do not come then, go back to Rome, and
tell the cardinal what you have done.'
"But I thought 1 was to go with you and
share your adventure?"
"I give you my word of honor, St. Ar
mande, that you will share in the adventure
for which I agreed you should come share
up to the elbows but you will spoil every
thing if you do not do what I say."
"There is no danger to you?"
"No more than there is to you; in one
word, St. Armande, do you agree or riot?"
"Very well."
"Then there is no time to lose. Jacopo!"
"Excellency!"
"Pick out a man, and he, you, the lackey
and myself, will go on ahead. The rest can
follow. I have given all other orders to the
signor, St. Armande."
"There is Bande Nere, your worship."
"I am ready, cavaliere," and a tall, thin,
gray-iuustached trooper saluted as he spoke.
He looked the man I wanted. My lackey
was a stout horseman, and at a pinch might
hold a sword as well as he held my valise.
So, shaking hands with St. Armande, I
put spurs to Castor, and we - dashed off.
Turning the corner of a belt of forest land,
I looked back and waved 'my hand in fur
ther adieu to the chevalier. I caught the
flutter of the white handkerchief the young
dandy carried, as he loosed it to the air in
reply to my salute, and the next moment the
trees hid them from view.
We rode hard now. Castor going almost
as freely as when We started. Indeed, I
would have far outpaced the others, if I did
not let him feel bit once, and the noble
beast, as if knowing his duty, required no
further warning not to outstrip his compan
ions. .
Going as we were now Perugia was but a
few hours away; but the pace was too great
to last long, and from Todi to Perugia there
were nine leagues and a trifle over of an
ascending road. Castor might do it, the
others I was sure would not. In order,
therefore, to rest the horses, as well as to
avoid question, I resolved that we should
dine at-Rosaro, and after an hour or so of
rest Dress forwards, passing by Todi, and j
traveling -atf-night, ao-as to reach Perugia
in the morning. If we went faster, we would
only reach at night and so late as to find j
entrance into the town impossible.
We clattered past the villages of 'San
Gemini and Castel Todino, and about noon
drew up our now somewhat blown beasts
at the gates of the "Man-at-Arms," the only
inn in the village.
It was a poor place 1 saw at a glance, and.
as we pulled up, a crowd of yokels in holiday
attire gathered around us. The inn seemed
and a half-score heads of contadini were at
each window, staring at us open-eyed.
As I took this in, the landlord came run
ning out, cap in hand and full of apologies.
"Ghime! But my house is full to the gar
rets, signore, and it is nothing I can do foi
you to-day. To-morrow is the feast of St.
Mary of the Consolation, and all the coun
try is going to Todi "
"I do not want to stay. We merely halt
here to bait our horses and to dine. Can
you manage that?"
"If that, is all, excel lepcy, .yes, oh, yes.
The beasts, they can rest anywhere, and
there is a polenta and room for your excel
lency's followers; but for yourself, signore,"
and he shook his head mournfully.
"What is, the difficulty?"' ' And I dis
mounted, my men following suit.
out mis, signore. 1 nere is Dut one
room in the house you could use, and that is
occupied by two gentlemen of the army
Violent men, signore, who will not allow
anyone to share it. Lasso me! But not a
paul have they paid me as yet!"
"Give them my compliments, and say that
the Cavaliere Donati begs to be allowed a
corner of their table for his dinner."
"Alas, signore! It is useless. They have
been here two days
"Then it is time they made room for other
travelers. Give my message, landlord, and
say I am following.
Mine host trotted off with considerable
misgivings expressed in his face, and fol
lowed by my lackey, bearing my valise, I
went after him at a. slower pace.
When I reached the room, which could
hardly be missed, seeing it was the only one
in the house that had any pretense of ap
pearance, I found the door open, and heard
a half-drunken voice shouting:
Begone dog! Blood of a king! But are
two gentlemen to be disturbed because a
signore with a long name wants to dine?
Skull of St. Jerome! Did you ever hear the
like of this? Cospetto! Tell him to go
hang, or 1 11 spit him like a lark.
I heard enough to recognize the voice,
and, turning to the lackey, said :
"Send Jacopo here at once with a stout
cudgel run.
The man went off on the double, and I re
mained without the door listening with
amusement to the ancient Brico's bluster,
for it was he, and he was having all the talk,
his companion, whoever he was, now and
then-giving a grunt of assent.
. "Mitre and cowl! Hell and sulphur! Will
you begone, fool, or shall I slit your wind
pipe? and I heard him beat the table with
his fist. "Out, rascal," he roared, "and
bring in another skin of chianti."
Out came the wretched innkeeper, and,
seeing me at the door, began to urge me to
go; but at this moment Jacopo came run
ning up with a stout stick in his hand, and,
pushing the landlord on one side, I stepped
into the room, followed by Jacopo. .
Brico's friend, who was quite drunk as it
Beemed, had fallen asleep whilst he wastalk-
mg, and lay with his head between his arms,
half on the table, half on his chair. The an
cient was seated with an empty skin before
him, and rose in wrath as 1 entered.
"What the ," he began in a wine-blown
voice, and then his face paled a little as he
saw me.
I did not waste words. "Cudgel me this
fe'Iow out, Jacopo, I said, and Jacopo at
tended to the task as if he loved it. The an
cient attempted to draw his sword, but it
was useless, and a minute or twe later he
was flung out into the courtyard, beaten
to a jelly and howling for mercy. He lay
where he was flung, too bruised to move.
His friend slept through it all; but as my
lackey lifted up his head in an attempt to
eject him, I recognized Piero Luigi, and felt
that some more stringent action than 1 had
taken with Brico should be adopted here.
"This man is a thief," I said to the land
lord, "and his friend little better."
"Then to the stocks they go; and now,"
almost screamed the host, "not a paul have
they paid me, signore, I swear this, the ban
dits. Hi! Giuseppe! Giovanni!"
A couple of stout knaves came running in,
and the innkeeper, trembling with anger
and fear combined, yelled out:
"Bind this brigand and his companion se
curely, keep them in the stables, and to
morrow we will hale them before the po
desta." I enjoyed my dinner comfortably, and on
going out to see after the horses was met by
Bande Nere, who took me aside to where,
in a corner of the stables, two men were ly
ing secuicly bound. One was Luigi, 6till
happily drunk. The other was the ancient,
whose bones must have ached sorely, for he
had been beaten sober, and was feeling the
full effect of the cudgel and the ropes. He
was groaning terribly, and, being sorry for
the wretch, I was about to interpose for him
with the landlord, when Jacopo interposed
with a whispered:
"Let the scotched snake lie, signore; he
knows too much."
I let wisdom take its course, and left the
ancient to his sorrows.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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