Beautiful Rienzi; or, The Secret Vendetta — page 234: what you’re looking at

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BEAUTIFUL RIENZIL 927 consistent for love of him! My brother, I welcome you to the bosom of a family which has been sorely tried; your affliction shall but cement the bond of love between us. I kiss you on the brow, my long-loved Victor Joselyn. Now I shall tell you my story. Where it touches on yours I know not; I shall tell you all, and may God comfort you.” * * * # BY ¥ a Again the sun rose over Silverlea. I was up first and paced the upper balcony, in the light of the rising sun, to commune with the God I felt to be ~ my friend. Victor Joselyn was beneath our roof; he slept sweetly after his long travel—slept peacefully among his friends. How lovely—how lovely was this Silverlea when bathed by morning’s rosiest light! Creator of this matchless beauty, come down and fill this heart with patience, and teach it how to hope! Something struck me lightly on the breast, and fell on the baleony floor. A ball of crumpled paper. I gazed eagerly about, and down to the pillars beneath, but saw no one. I lifted the ball of paper and opened it. «‘ Tsolina’’? 1 muttered with a swoop of hope at my heart. It was in my sister’s writing, and began with my sister’s name. I turnedit to the orient clouds and read: ‘Tsolina prays Ivanilla Rienzi to have no fear, but to follow the messenger, that she may hear from her she loves faithfully what has torn her from her family. Come alone, and privately, if you would see for the last time your ever- loving—ever-remembering Isolina.” And she had appealed to me; she would see me once more, and then we must meet no more on earth. Where was the messenger? I was all impatience to obey the call. Fear? I forgot the caution; wherever my lost sister was, it would be safe for me. I leaned on the leafy parapets, and gazed abroad with eager, brightening eyes. - «“ Come—I am ready,” I murmured, kissing the fluttering note. Still I saw nothing but the snowy shafts of trees and dark waving branches; how should I conjure this mes- senger into visibility? A thought struck me; I must go Ecomicbooks (e(e)