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2 we Kill ®f mum tkie moßnrEoa o 0 Hy Anthony Hope, Auther of “The Prisoner of Zemin,” "The Dolly Dialogues, Ktc. (Copyright, 1595, hy A. U. Hawkins.) When the first birthday of the Princess Osro approached, her brother, King Rudolf, desiring to make her a present, summoned from Iris home at Verona in Italy, a painter of very high fame, by name Giraldo, and commanded liim to paint a portrait of the Princess, to be her brother’s gift to her. This command Giraldo carried out, the Princess (riving him every opportunity oi studing her features and grudging no time that was spent by her in front of his easel, and the picture, when finished, being pro nounced to be as faithful as beautiful, the reputation of Giraldo was greatly en hanced by the painting of it. thus it followed that in many eases, when for eign princes had heard the widespread praises of Osra’s beauty, they sent or ders to Giraldo to execute for them and dispatch with all speed miniature-' or other portraits of the Princess, that they might judge for themselves whehor she were in truth a> lovely as report said; and they sent Giraldo large sums <>! money in recompense, adding not sel dom some further donation in the ex press term and condition that Giraldo should observe absolute fidelity in his re presentation and not permit himself the least flattery. For some desired themsel ves to court her,and others intended t heir sons to ask her hand, it the evidence <>f Giraldo’.s portrait- satisfied their hope*. Thus Giraldo, although but two or three years above 30, grew both in tan e and in wealth, and was very often meebtec to the Princess for the favor of a visit to his house, that be might again correct bis memory of hci face. Now what several princes had done before, it chanced that the King of Glot tenberg also did; and Giraldo, to ail ap pearacces much pleased, accepted the command and prayed the Princess -e visit him; for, he said, this picture wa to be larger and more elaborate than the rest and therefore needed more study of her. So the Princess went many times, j and the portrait destined tor tin King of Glottenberg ( who was said to be set king a suitable alliance for !“s eldest son) • grew before her eyes into the most per feet and beautiful presentment of her which the skill ot Giraldo had ever ac comphshed, and surpassed even that first picture which he had painted by King Rudolfs ermmand. And th<- King had no doubt that, so soon as the picture had reach the Court of Glotten berg, au embassy would come from there to uema ;.d the hand of his sister for the j Crown Prince, a proposal which he would have received with much pleasure and gratification. “I do not think,” (aid Osra, tossing her heal, “that any such embassy will •come, sire. For four or five pictures have been already painted by Signor Giraldo in like manner, but no embus sies have come. It seem * that my poor featu-es do not fiad approval in the courts of Europe.” “And her tone, it must be confessed, va3 sud of contempt. For the Princess Osra knew that she was beautiful as in deed all beautiful ladies are, hy the be nevolence of heaven, permitted to. H>w much greater mischief might they work, if such knowledge were denied them ! ‘ That's true enough,” cried Rudolf. “And I do not understand the mean ing of it. But it will not be so at Glot For my good brother the King has eyes in his head and his son sees no less well. I met them in my j travels and I can speak of it. Most j certainly an embassy will come from Glottenburg before we are a month older.” Yet, strange to say, the same thing followed on the despatch of the portrait (which Giraldo sent by a certain trusty messenger, whom he was accustomed to j employ); as had’happened before, no embassy came, and the King of Glotten berg excused himself from paying a visit to Strelsau which he and his son had promised on the invitation of King Rudolf. Therefore Budolf was very vexed and Osra also, thinking herself scorned, was sore at heart, although she bore herself more proudly than before. And, b ng very greatly disturbed in her mind concerning her beauty, she went herself again to Giraldo and charged him to paiut her once more. “And this picture,” she said, “is for my own eyes and mine alone. There fore, Signor, paint it faithfully and spare ! me not. For if a woman be ugly, it is j well she should know it, and it seems j that nobody in the kingdom will tell me j the truth, although I get hints enough j of it from abroad.” And she frowned, and flushed, and was greatly out of tem per, as any beautiful lady would in such a case most naturally be. Giraldo bowed very low, seeking to j hide the sudden red that dyed his check and to conceal the great joy which the j command of the Princess gave him For by reasou of having so olten painted the Princess, of having so curiously studied her face, and of having spent so much j time in her company, listening to her i conversation and enjoying her wit and grace, this hopeless young man had be come so hopelessly and desperately her j lover that he no longer cared to use his | brush in the service of any other lady or lord, and staid at Strelsau solely t hat he I might again and again depict the face that he loved; and save when she sat b; -1 fore him he seemed now unable to ply his art at all and had he not received so ; many commands for pictures of her he ! would have sat all day le g idle, think-. ing of her,—which indeed was wha; he j <liu in the intervals between his labor on her portraits. But she. n t imagining; auch presumption and folly on his part, j thought that he was glad merely bfcause she would pay him well; so she promised him more and more, if only he would paint her faithfully. Ami he gave hei f,i ß word that he would paint ' > ry r , >f*ct most faithfufiy. ‘ For I desire to know,” said SUt* I « w iat I am in truth like; for my mir ror says one thing and the King ot Gio’. tenberg—” But here she stopped, re memberiug that such matters were not j fit for Giialdo s ears. Yet he must have understood, for a strange cunning ex ultant smile came on his lips as he turn - j ed away and set himself to mix the colors on his palette. Thus he began this last picture and the Priucess came *verv day and stayed long, so that Gi raldo might be able to render her like ness in every most minute respect with narfect fidelity. 1 “For,’’she thought resentfully, “either I have no eyes or they have none in Glottenberg. ” But when she had thufL Giraldo for hard upon a /month and the picture was nearly finisJ»ed and was at once the most lovely and the most faith ful of all that Giraldo had painted, it chanced that letters came to the King from a nobleman of France who was well known to him, and had known the Princess as will, the Marquis de Mero sailles. And the Marquis wrote to the King in the greatest indignation and scorn, upbraiding the King and saying, “What is this, sire? Do' you keep a madman at your Court and call him a painter? I have been at Glottenberg; and when I spoke there, as it is my hum ble duty, and my true delight to speak everywhere, of the incomparable beauty of your Majesty’s sister, the Princess Osra, the King, i his son, and all the company did nothing but laugh. And I fought three duels with gentlemen of the court on this account, and two of them I, heaven helping me, wounded, and one, by some devil’s triik, wounded me. And after this, the matter coming to the King’s ear, he sent for me and ex cu3ed the laughter by showing me a pic tore done by a rascal called Giraldo at your Court, and the picture was named after your Majesty’s most matchless sis ter, but, as I amatruesonof the church, it was more like a gutter-wench and, on rny honor aud conscience, it squinted most perceptibly. 1 pray you, sire, find out the meaning of this thing; and re ceive most tumble duty and homage from your devoted servant, and since your graciousness so wills it, most obliged and obedient friend Henri Mar* qois de Moroaailles. I kiss the hand of the Princess.” / God’s curse on me for having slandered the beauty I love. When the King had read this letter, he grew very thoughtful, and, un known to Giraldo, he sent and caught messenger whom Giraldo was wont to entrust with the pictures and who had carried the picture of which M. de Merosailles wrote to Glottenberg, and the Kmg interrogated the messenger most closely, but got nothing from him save that he himself never beheld the pictures which he carried, but received them most carefully packed from Gi raldo and so delivered them without un doing the coverings, and did wait until the recipient had inspected the picture So that the fellow d:d not know any thing about the picture that had gone to ! Glottenberg except that it was certainly | the same as Giraldo had entrusted to his hands. But the King was not satisfied and, learning that his sister wa3 at that moment at Giral io’s house, being painted j afresh by him, he called half a dozen of j of gentlemen and set out on horseback | for the place where Giraldo lived in the ; street that runs from the Cathedral to wards the western gate of Strelsau. To this day the house stands there. The Princess sat and Giraldo painted. Behind the Princess was a window look ing on to the street, and behind Giraldo was a second door, which ltd into an inner room. Oi Gxraldo’s easel stood the nearly finished picture, and Giraldo’s eyes were alight both with love and with triumph as he turned from the Princess to the picture and from the picture to the Princess again; and she seeing some thing of his admiration, said with a blush; “Is it indeed faithful S'guor?’ For it seemed even to her.-t f a marvelously lovely picture. “No, madame,” answered he. “For! my imperfect hand cannot be faithful to j perfection.” “I pray you, do not flatter me. Have j you indeed shown every fault of my! face ?” “If there be a fault in your face, madame, there it is also iu my picture,” said Giraldo. The Princess was silent for a moment, and then she said: “It is bi tter, is it not, than the pic ture you painted for the King of Glot-; tenburg? ’ Giraldo painted a s roke or two before he answered, carelessly: “Indeed, madame, it is more faithful than that which the King of Glottenberg has.” “Then less beautiful?” asked Osra with a petulant smile. “Nay, I do not say that; not less beau tiful,” he answered. “Perhaps he would like this one bet ter, and give me his exchange; for I never saw his after it was finished. 1 think I will ask the King, write to him.” Giraldo had suddenly turned round as the Princess made this suggestion, which she spoke half iu sport, half in continuing chagrin at the blindness shown by the cour of Glottenberg. Now he stood staring at her with wide-open alarmed eyes; and bo dropped his brushes on the floor. “What ails you, Sigrtor?” she cried “I did but suggest exchanging the pic ture-.” He tried to regaiu his composure, as he stooped to pick up his brushes “The King of Glottenb -rg’s , Vure the best for him to have,” said he sul lenly. “This one, 1 painted for you yourself, and for you alone.” “I pay the price and can do what I will with the picture,” retorted the Prin cess haughtily. “And if 1 desire, I will give it to the King of Glottenberg.” Giraldo bad now turned very pale, and, forgetful of the picture, stood gazing fixedly at the Princess. For he could uo long- r hold dowu in secrecy and silence the passion that possessed him, but it wea. JJfefei ß e J’ ea aQ d in the trembling of his limbs-’Bb^ at the cess rose from her chair and s^ auk from him in alarm, regretting that dismissed her ladies, in onh r to b* less j restrained in talk with the pnintei; at »1 j she triad to rrv cut, that tie y uitcbt j hear her where they were in an ar-j nn ! ing room, but her try fr> ze on her lips : at the sight of Giraldo’s passion. And he : cried in a hoarse whisper: “Ho shall not have the picture, he j shall not have it.” And as he spoke he j moved nearer to the Prit cess, who still j shrank away from him, being how in , very great alarm and thinking that surely he had run mad. Yet she looked at him and looking, saw whence his madness came; and she felt pity for him and held out her clasped hands to varils him, saying in a very soft voice and with eyes that e rew sad and tender: “Ah, signor, Signor, am I always to have lovers, and never a friend ?” At this the unfortunate painter was overcome and, dropping his head be tweeu his hands, he gave a deep, half stilled sob, and then he cried: “God’s curse on me, for having si an dered the beauty that I love! And then he sobbed again. Bat the Princess wondered greatly what he meant by his strange cry, aud turning her eyes again ou him in be wi'.dered questioning, saying, as she pointed to the picture: “There is no slander here, Signor, un less too much praise be slander.” Giraldo made no answer in words, but springing towards her, caught her by the wrist, and drew her across the i room, to the door behind the easel With feverish haste he unlock' d it and passed through. The Princess ai though now free from his grip, fol lowed him iu a sort of fascination. Giiaido drew the door close behind him, and at the moment the prince ss gave a erv, half a scream, half laughter. For facing her she saw, each on its easel three, four, five, six pictures of herself, each beautiful aud painted most lov ingly; and the last of the six was the picture that had been painted by or der of the King of Glottenberg. For she knew it by the aft re, although; the face had not been finished when she had last seen it. A sudden en lightenment pierced her mind and she knew that Giraldo had no + sent the pictures for which she had sat to him, but had kept them himself and s-.n r others to his p -irons. This strange ecnviction found its sure confirmation in a ; eventh easel which stood apart from the rest, on the other side of the dooi; for it supported what was in all respect a copy of the portrait on which Giraldo was now engaged, save that by cunning touches he had imparted to the face an alien and fearful aspect; for here al though the features had their shape and perfect grace, jet it was the face of a devil that looked ou: on the canvas, a face that a man would not have gazing at him from the wall on to the bed where he sought sleep. But when Giraldo saw her eyes fixed on this picture, he cried, “Tnat is for you—the other is mine. Are they not your features ? The King of Glottenberg should not have even your features, Bat yo«I shall have them, and if a devil loOno put through such a fair mask, is it not so with all fair women, that lead even to destruction ? There is your true picrure, Prireess Osra!” And he flung himself on a couch with a mad cry of rage and then a groan of despair. The Princess O-sra looked at him, and at the beautiful pictures, and then at the picture that was like her and yet like a devil. First she pitied the painter, and then marveled at his wonderful skill, that so transformed her without draw ing a line that could be calied untrue. Thus thinking, she stood for a while, grave and puzzled. Bat then the hu mor struck her, as it struck her house always in great things and in small; and j it seemed to her most ludicrous thar the ! pictures should all be resting here in Gi ; raldo’s house, while the princes who had commanded portraits of her, had re ceive d nothing but distorted parodies of her face to the eud that they might be disgusted and, abandoning the alliance they had projected, leave her still at Strelsau to be paint d times out of nura ber, and most fruitlessly, by this mad painter. And, these thoughts gaining the mestery over the others, in spite of the sad plight of unhappy Signor Giraldo, her lips curved into a bow, her eyes gleamed in dancing merriment, and a moment later she broke into a glad, glee ful laugh that rose and rippled and fell | to soft delighted murmu rings. And she j looked again at the picture that was like her, and also like a devil, aDd her mirth | grew at the ingenuity of the work ai d the mocking deviltry so cunningly made j out of her face. Small wonder was it to j her now, that the embassies bad not i come. The Princess Osra thus stood laughing, j aud presently S ; g lor Giraldo looked up, | and when he had listened and looked for : a few moments, Iris wild moed caught ! the infection from her, so that, spring ! ing to his feet, he also began to laugh loudly, like a man who cannot restrain ; his amusement but is carried away by it beyond all bounds and restraint. Thus Giraldo laughed loudiy, long and fierce ly ; for there was madness in his laugh. And the Princess heard the madness, and, even while she still laughed, her eyes opeued in wonder; alarm came on her face, her merry laugh quivered, I trembled, choked in her throat, and at last died away into dumbnes-; yet ber lips hung apart, fiozea in the shape of laughter, while no laughter e .me. And as her laugh thus ended in mute horror, his grew louder yet and wilder, and its peal rang through the room, as he gasped between his spasms of horrid mirth: “You, you, you!” and pointed at the picture which he had touched into dev lishness. But she shrank away and stood crouched against the wall; for she knew now that be was mad, but did not know to what his fury might next lead him. Then he caught up a knife that lay on the sill of tire window and, now smiling as though in grim, quiet amuse ment, strode across to the row of pic tures, and reached up to them, knife in hand. But Osra suddenly sprang for ward, crying: “Do not hurt them.” “There?” he asked, turning to her with a sneer. “These? I’ll destroy them all, for they are no longer beautiful to me, but that one only is beautiful, be cause it is true,” and he wrenched his arm aw; y from the detaining hand that he h--'l laid upon it Falling back in terr , she watched him cutting and slashing each of the pictures, until the face was utterly destroyed. And she feared that when he had finished with the pictures, he would turn upon her; therefore she flung herself on the couch, hiding her face for fear of some horrible fate; and she murmured low to herself, “Not my face, O God, not my face!” and she pressed her face down into the cushion of the couch, while he, mutter ing and grumbling to himself cut the pictures into strips aud ribbons and strewed the fragments at his feet on the floor. And, this done, he turned to the face that he now loved and poured out The News and Observer, Sunday, Sept. 22, ’^s to it, as though it had been an idol he worshipped, a flood of wild possionate ! reproachful words, that Osra shivered to bear, and the purport of which she dared tell none, though for all ler pray ers, she could not herself forget one of i them. At last he came to her again, and | - plucked her roughly and rudely from ! the couch where she lay and dragged ; her behind him hack to the door again and through it; and they stood together in front of the last picture, whose paint was still wet from his hand. The painted j face smiled down on the trembling, pah girl, with its smile of careless, serene j dignity so that now even to herself it ; seemed hardly to be her picture. For it j was the true presentment of a King’s daughter and she no better than a help less frightened girl. It seemed to re- 1 proaeh her, and suddenly she drew her j self to her full height and t urned to ; Giraldo, saying: “You shall not touch \ it.” And she stepped forward, so that j she stood between him and the picture, j raising her hand and forbidding him to . approach it with his knife. And now | the picture seemed more to be hers, al- j though while it smiled, she frowned. But at this momeut there came through the widow that opened ou the street ! the clatter of horses’ hoofs. At the j found Giraldo arrested the motion that he had already made to fling himself at - Princess—whether to kill her or ou’y to j thrust, her away from the front of the j picture she did not know. R-turn ing to the window, he looked out, and called in seeming glee, “It i 3 the King come to see my pictures!” And he looked proud and happy. Going to ihe door of the room, he flung it open and stood there waiting for the King and gentlemen who attended the King. Taey were not long in corning, for Rudolf was full of an ger, impatience and anxiety and ran swiftly up tb a staircase. His genii men pressed into the room behind him and Giraldo drew keeping his face to the IDng and bowing again and I again. But the King and the re-' s..w the knife in h s hand; and ragged strips of painted cauvas hung iu-re and there on his clothes, while the Princess, pale and proud, stood guard ing the picture on the easel. The King, iu .-[rite of his wonder, was not turned from the purpose which had brought him to the painter’s house, hut with a quick step darted up to Giraldo and thrust the letter of the Marquis de Merosailles into | h’s hand, bidding him in a sharp peromp j tory tone to read it and gi ve that expla | nation he could of the contents. Giraldo i fell to reading of it, while the Kingturn led to his sister in order to ask her why she seemed agitated and stood so obstin ately in front of her own picture; but at that instant one of the gentlemen, whos6 name was Ladislas, gave a cry of sur prise, for he had looked through the door into the iuuer room and s’en the havoc and des* ruction that Grialdo had made, ! and also the strange and terrible picture i that alone had escaped the knife. The King, wondering, followed Ladislas to 1 the threshold of the inner room ano ! passed it, while his gentlemen, full ot curiosity, crowded close on liis tieeis j ter him. / h ' r \ ■ ■ ! B'fei 1 HI m ; ria -■ W y - ? s■ w. 4. Kait ! ! I\ t tir o—-! [1 1 — 1 t \ l f|L f\c ,! \\ I ft, H\rVvV She knew now that Le was mad. The Princess Osra, thinking herself safe, found her angpr and terror pass away as her mirth had passed before. Now she felt in her heart »bat pity which borders on tenderness, and which she could never refuse to a man that loved her, let the foily of his love and of the extravagances into which it drove him be as great as it would. Turnine towards Giraldo, she saw him fretting his puck ered brow with his hand and vainly seek ing to compel his disordered brain to understand M. de Merosailles’ letter. So she was very sorry for him, aud, knowing the sudden hot temper to which the careless Kir.g was subject, she glided swiftly across to the painter and whis pored: “Escape and hid“. Hide for a few days. He will be furious now, but he will soon forget. Don’t wait now, but escape, Signor. Some harm will happen to you here.” And in ber eager pleading with him, she laid her hand on his arm and looked up in his face with imploring eyes. But he looked at her with dazed, vacant stare, muttering, “I cannot read the letter;” then a wist ful smile came on his face and h-3 thrust the letter towards her, saying, “Mad ame. will you read it for me ?” And at that moment they heard the King swear an angry oath; for he had seeu the mad picture of his aster. “No, no, not now,” whispered Osra. beseeching Giraldo. “Not now, Signor. Listen, the King is amgry ! Escape now, and we will read the letter afterwards.” And she was as earnest as though she had loved him and were praying him to save himself for tho sake of her love. And he looked into her softened eyes, and suddenly giving a little cry, as if a great joy had come to him unexpectedly and contrary to all likelihood, he dropped M. de Merosailles’ letter and sprang to where his brushes lay on the floor: and seizing them at his palette, he gave another swift glance at the Prin cess aud then, turning to the picture, began to paint with marvelous dex terity and deftness and with the swift confidence of a man inspired to the work. As he worked, his brow grew smoother, the tension of his strained face relaxed, ' happiness dawned in h;s gyes. and a ! ! smile broke on his lips; and 0.-ra watched | him with a tender sorrowful gaze. Still j ; he painted, and he was paiuting when! j the King burst in from the other room. ; iu a great rage, and curving his sworn ! ! drawn iu bis hand, for he i. al .-worn by : Our 1 tdy and St. Pc'or n ”1 the rogue ; w I > ;-ad dor- the Pi in. s« sah a wrong ! id so slandered her bean: . And his j ' gentlemen came in with him, all very I ready to see Giraldo killed, but each | eager that the Kir g should leave the: task for him Yet when they entered; and saw Giraldo painting as though he 1 were wrapt by some ecstasy, and had forgotten all that had passed, nay, even their very presence, they paused iu un willing and constrained hesitation, and Osra raised her hand to bid them stay still where they were and not interfere | with Giraldo’s painting. For now she desired above all things on earth, that he : should be left to finish his task. For he thought that he had read more than pity aud more than tenderness in Osra’s eyes; he had seemed to see love ! there, and thus he had cried out in joy, and thus he was now painting as never had even he, for all his skill, painted before. His unerring hand, moving | lightly to and fro, imparted the sweet ! ness of his delusive vision to the canvas 1 so that the eyes of the portrait glowed ! with wonderful love and gentleness, i Presently Giraldo began tossing very ! softly to himself a sweet, happy old song that peasants sang to peasant girl in the fields outside his native. Verona on summer evenings. His head was thrown back in triumph and exultation as he sang and worked, tasting the luxury of love and glorying iu the trib ute that his genius paid to her whom ho loved. Thus came a moment of great joy to the soul of Giraldo, the painter; for a man’s love and a man’s work are, when they .-eetn to prosper, of alt things the sweetest, and their union in one’s his life’s consummation. It was done. He laid down the brush and drew back a step, looking on what lie had done. The Princess came softly and slowly, as though attracted against her will, and stood by him; for she saw that this picture was now, beyond all compare, the most, perfect and beautiful of all that he or any other man had painted of her; and she loved him for thus glorifying her. But before many moments had gone by, a sudden start and shiver ran through Giraldo's body. The spell of his entranced ecstasy broke; I his eyes fell from the masterpiece that he had made, and wandered to those who stood about him—to the gentlemen who did not know whether to wonder or to laugh, to the angry face of the King and the naked sword in his hand, at last to Osra, whose eyes were still on the picture. And his exultation vanished, and with it went, as it seemed to them, his madness. Reason dawned for a moment in his eyes, but was quenched in an instant by shame and despair. For he knew that all had seen that other picture, and they knew not what he had done; and suddenly with a stifled cry he flung himself full-length on the floor at Osra’s feet.” “Let us wait,” said she gently. “ He will be himself again soon.” But the King wae too angry to lis'en. “He has made us fools before half Europe,” he said angrily, “and he shall not live to talk cf it. And you—have you seen the picture yondei?” “Yes, I have seen it,” said she. “But he does not now think that picture like me, but this one.” And she turned to the g mtlemen and desired them to raise Giraldo aud lay him ou a couch, and they obeyed. Then she knelt by his head; and, after a while, he opened his eyes, seeming sound of sense in every thing except that he believed she loved him, so that he began to whisper to her as lovers whisper to their loves, very tenderly and very low. And the King, with his gentlemen, stood a little way off. But the Priucess said nothing to Giraldo, neither refusing his love nor yet saying what was false; yet she suffered him to talk aud to reach up his hand and gently touch a lock of hair that strayed on her forehead. And he, sighing in utter happiness and contentment, closed his eyes again and lay back very quietly on the couch. “Let us go,” said she rising. “I will send a physician. And she bade one of the gentlemen lock the inner room and give her the key, and she and the King, aud they all, then departed, and sent his servants to tend Giraldo; and Osra caused tho King’s physician also to be summoned. But Giraldo did no more than linger some few days alive; and for the most of them he was in a high fever, his brain being wild; aud he raved about the Princess, sometimes railing at her. sometimes praising her; yet once or twice he woke, calm and happy as he bad been when she knelt by him aud haviug for his ouly delusion the thought that she still knelt there and was breath ing words of love into his ear. And in this last merciful error, in respect of which the prysicians humored him, he one day, a week later, passed away and was at peace. Then the Princess came, attended by one gentleman in whom she placed con fidence, and she destroyed the evil pic ture that Giraldo had painted, and, hav ! ing caused a fire to be made, burnt up the | iee< sos it and all the ruins of the ! pictures that Giraldo had destroyed ! But that on which he had last worked *so happily, and with such triumph of | art, she carried with her to the palace; i and pres- nt ly she caused copies to he ■ made of it and sent to each of the priu ieesby whom Giraldo had been eomtuun ! ded to paint her picture, and with it the I money he had received, the whole of j which was found to be untouched in a cabinet in his house. But the picture j itself she hung in her own chamber, ai d would often look at it, feeling great sor row for the fate of Giraldo, the paintei Yet King Rudolf could not bo prevailed upon to pity the young man, saying that for his part he should have to be mad before the love of a woman should drive | him mad; and he cursed Giraldo for au insolent knave, declaring that he did well to die of his owu accord. And be cause M de Merosailles had gallantly de fended his sister’s beauty in three duels, he sent him by the hands of a great ofli cer his Order of the Red Rose, which M de Meroisailles wore with great pride at the Court, ot Versai.les But when the copies of the last picture ! reached the courts to which they were | addressed, together with the money and ! a brief history of Giraldo’s mad doings, | the princes turned their thoughts again j to the matter of the alliance, and several | etrb; ssies set out for Strelsau, so that Princess O-ra said, with a smile that was j half sad, half amused, and very whirnsi | cal: ; “I am much troubled by reason of the i loss of Signor Giraldo, my painter.” Prevention and Cure. | “I am using Hood’s Pills in my family J and find them a convenient and ready remedy, and a prevention and cure for sick headacee. 1 have used them for this trouble at d have found them bene ficial. 1 have also found thorn good for curing a hard told.” Mrs. Ed. 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Terrell, being Judgment Roll No. 6,111. of said court, and docketed In Judgment Docket No. S, page -14, and as assignee of John R Terrell. 1 will offer for sale to the highe t bidder for cash, at public auction, at the county couit house oor, -n the city of Ral eigh, N. C., on the 30th day of July, 1895, policy No. 170,607 of ‘ The Connecticut Mutual Life Insurance Company” for on. tMus ! nd doll ;rson lifoof John R. Terrell. Tbi: policy is a fifteen (15) year endowment Insurance Pobcy; la dated March 10, 'BB4, an>: all premiums on the t ame up to date have been paid A. W. HAYWOOD, Commissioner A. W. HAYWOOD. Assignee of John R Terre 1 1 The foregoing sale D postponed until Tuesday, October Ist, 1895. f t 12 o’clock m. t the same place. IS JUST AS COOD FOR ADULTS. WARRANTED. PRICE 50cts. Ga i. ATI A, Ills., Nov. 16,1893. Paris Medicine Co., Bt. Louis, Mo. Gentlemen:—We sold last year, 600 bottles of GROVE’S TASTELESS CHILL TONIC and have bought three gross already this year. In all our ex perience of It years, lti the drug business, have never sold an article that gave such universal satia taotiou aa your Tonic. Yours truly, Absky, Carr &CQ. For sa e aad ?n iranteed by all druggist E- SHEPHERD CHAS. M. BUSBEE PERR.N BUSBEE, SHEPHERD 4. BUSBEE, ATTORNEYS AT IAW, Pnllen Building, Raleigh, N. 0., Practice In State and Federal Courts and wherever their services may be desired. —THE - H, J, BROWN COFFIN HOUS:: JNO W. BROWN, Proprietor.* Funeral Director and RALEIGH, N. 0. }{ W k, Wr' .7 I'rfein Irion Myrre Windom, Ktm. Scrofula From Birth Other Medicines Utterly Failed But Hood’s Sarsppariila Cured. “Some time since, our boy then foul years old was in the hands of the family doctor fur treatment for scrofula, lie had been afflicted with this trouble from birth and we had been unable to give him Oily Temporary Relief. We decided to give him Hood’s Sarsapa rilla and are glad to say 6 bottles of Hood's entirely cured him. Our oldest daughter has been taking Hood’s Sarsa parilla for rheumatism with good results. We have used from ffrst to last some flO worth of the medicine and have received the equivalent of several hundred dollars’ worth of doctor’s treatment and good Hood’s S V> Cures health to boot. We cannot speak too highly of Hood’s Sarsapariltn ns h blood purifl'er. It is all that i-claimed for it. C. Fi. Myers, Windom. Kansas. n;] | art harmoniously with Hood S Fills Hood’s Sarsaparilla. 280* m ADVENT TERM THE FIFTY-FOURTH ANNUAL SESSION ST, Dim SCHOOLS Raleigh, N. C. BEGINS September 19, 1895 Address the Rector, REV. B. SWEDES, A. M. The Pa'eigh Crystal Ice Factory is now mah Ing thii teen tons per day cf the Purest, Hardest and Best Ice ever mad 3 here. We can ship Fifty tons at once from storage ro m, keptdown to freezing temperature. JONES Ac POWEI L, Refrigerated Kolb pure water melons, at 1-2 cent per poind, at Rah igh Crystal Ice Factoiy. JONES & £ DWELL. 1,(00 bushels white corn for sale very low by JONES & PO WELL. COAL. Anthracite and Bituminous, all sizes and all "of the hist varieties by the ton, oar load or vessel load at very low prices. Hay, Bran and Chops for ho's s and cows, for sale low. I exingtru, North Carolina, Corn Meal, the best that conies fr mi suj mill in or out of the State for sale only by Jones & Powell, RALEIGH, N, C. yyiNDOW SHADES THE SEASON Fob. WINDOW SHADES f @u GOT HERE EARLY THIS YEAR. BUT IT DID NOT GET AHEAD OF ME. My stock has already arrived audit Is -SIMPLY IMMENSE.- Corne and See Them You need not buy unless you want to. Architect’s material and picture frames in great variety. All at WATSON'S Am EMPORIUM FRED A. WATSON, RalaUch. N. C. 'you DO NOT REALIZE That you are iu F.aleigh unless you are STOPPING AT THE YARBORO HOUSE, The only Hotel in the c!ty convenient to BUSINESS. Ail rooms ou the‘3rd floar *2.00 per day. Ist and 2nd rt .or $2 03 and $2.50 per day. Special Weekly Rates. FREE BUS AT ALL TRAINS. Thousands of dollars recently expended for improvements. L. T. BROWN, Proprietor. S. A. ASHE ATTORNEY-AT-LAW, Raleigh, N.H
The News & Observer (Raleigh, N.C.)
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