Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 3, no. 18, November, 1851Harper, Various (magazine)
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, vol. 3, no. 18, November, 1851
Harper, Various (magazine)
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The lover of the Signorina Baldo, finding his exchequer rather low, and
being sorrowfully conscious of his inability to increase his wealth, so
as to enable him to keep up necessary appearances, came to the desperate
resolution of grasping, without further delay, his intended wife's
fortune, by sending poor old Baldo out of the world. Accordingly, armed
with a loaded double-barreled pistol, which he concealed about his
person, he proceeded to Matteo's house at an hour when he knew he would
find him alone, the daughter and servants being in the habit of
attending high mass on Sunday mornings; and he knocked at the door,
which, after a little hesitation, was opened to him. Old Baldo, though
believed to be an honorable man, and fair and just in his transactions
with others, was a confirmed miser. He had accumulated great sums in
hard cash, which, unseen by human eye, he had buried in his garden, and
hidden in various parts of his house. The house was going to ruin, and
wanted whitewashing and repairing in many parts. The garden was a
perfect wilderness of weeds and thistles; but these he set fire to
regularly once a year, and by this means, to a certain extent, kept them
under. As for gardeners armed with a spade, which might dig up and bring
to light all kinds of secret hoards, if there was one trade Baldo
detested, it was this. He kept the key of his walled-in garden, and on
Sundays, when all his family were absent, he strolled about in it till
their return.
He was thus occupied when he admitted his would-be son-in-law; and the
first thing this promising youth did, was to draw forth his pistol and
take deliberate aim, discharging it at the breast of the feeble old man,
who, tottering backward a few paces, fell to the earth apparently a
corpse. For such the murderer took him; and depositing the pistol close
by his side, to make it appear he had died by his own hand, he rushed
into the street, closing the door after him.
Running with the haste of a man charged with some important news, he
came suddenly on a gentleman attached to the Austrian consulate, whom he
breathlessly informed that passing near Baldo's house, he had heard the
report of a pistol, followed by a sound like that of some heavy body
falling to the earth, that he had in vain knocked at the door for
admission, and that he had no doubt in his own mind that some sad
catastrophe had occurred.
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