Eighth Installment
WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE
Palermo is the scene. There an exile,
Leonardo di Marioni, has come for love
of Adrlenne Cartuccio, who spurns hifft.
lie mepts an Englishman, l.oru St. Mau
rice, who falls in love with Adrienne en
sight, Leonardo sees nis sister Mareharit.!,
who tells him his love for Adrienne is hop''
less. Hut he pleads with her to arrange a:i
accidental meeting, to say farewell, be
tween Adrienne and him.
She consent*. Titat night the Englishman
is informed of an attempt being made to
carry off Signoiina Cartuccio. and Ma"
ghaiita, who are walking by brigands
employed by a rejected suitor on a lonely
xoail. fie rushes to the scene, and proves
able to rescue the ladies.
Inflamed hy the failure of his scheme,
Leonardo sees Margharita who shows hi..;
she knows that lie was instigator of th?
attempted attack. The Englishman now
sees Adrienne often. The Englishman, sit
ting in the hotel, finds a dagger at his feet.
Looking lip, he sees the Sicilian, and scents
trouble. "We sat here a week ago," re
calls Leonardo. Lord St. Maurice nods.
Leonardo and the Englishman quarrel
The Englishman at first refused to accent
a challenge to duel, then when the Italian
slaps him consents. The two men face
each other ready to fight to the death.
Margharita stops the duel by coming just
in the nick of time to save the Knglishmati
from his fate, with two officers who ari e-t
the exile l-conardo. Leonardo vows ven
geance. After 25 years in jail he is again
at his hotel, an old, broken man with only
memories left to him.
At his hotel the proprietor, worried
about him, advertises for his friends and
Leonardo is first visited by the woman he
had loved, whom he shoos out of his siglii.
Then there comes to him the daughter of
his sister, whom he greets in great sur
prise. lie learns that his sister is dead.
Count Leonardo tells his niece the story
of his love for Margharita. She is sympa
thetic.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Margharita looked like a beautiful
wild animal in her passion. Her hair
had fallen all over her face, and was
streaming down her back. Her smail
white: hand was clenched and up
raised. and her straight, supple figure,
panther-like in its grace, was distended
until she towered over the little
shrunken form before her. Terrible
was the gleam in her eyes, and ter
rible the fixed rigidity of her features.
Yet she was as beautiful as a young
goddess in her wrath.
"No!" she cried fiercely, '"the Order
shalf not die! You belong to it still;
and I ? I, too, swear the oath of ven
geance! Together we will hunt her
down ? this v,'om:?n ! SI? shall suffer."
"She shall die!" he crTwl.
A slight shudder passed across the
girl's face, but she repeated his words. I
"She shall die! But, uncle, you arc
ill. What is it?"
She chafed his hands and held him
up. He had fainted.
"Where am I, Margharita?"
She leaned over him, and drew a
long deep breath of relict. It was
the reward of many weary days anil
nights of constant watching and care
ful nursing- His reason was saved.
"In your own room at the hotel,"
?he whispered. "Don't you remem
ber? You were taken ill."
He looked at her, helpless and
puzzled. Slowly the mists began to
roll away.
, "Yes, you were with me," he mur
mured softly. "I remember now. I
was telling you the story ot the past ?
my past. You are Margharita's child.
Yes, I remember. Was it this after
JKXyi?"
She kissed his forehead, and then
drew back suddenly, lest the warm
tear which was quivering on her eye
lid should fall back upon his face.
"It was three weeks ago!"
"Three weeks agol" He looked
wonderingly around? at the little table
at his side, where a huge bowl of
sweet-scented roses was surrounded by
a little army of empty medicine bottles,
at Margharita's pale, wan face, and at
a couch drawn np to the bedside.
"And you have been nursing me all
the time?" he whispered.
She smiled brightly through the
tears which she anild not hide.
"Of course I have. Who has a bet
ter right, I should like to know?"
He sighed and closed his eyes. In
a few minutes he was asleep.
For a fortnight his life had hung
upon a thread, and even when the
doctor had declared him out of danger,
the question of his sanity or insanity
quivered upon the balance for another
week. He would either awake per
fectly reasonable, in all respects his
old self, or he would open his eyes
upon a world, the keynote to which he
had lost forever. In other words he
would either awake a perfectly sane
man, or hopelessly and incurably in
sane. There would be no middle
course. That was the doctor's verdict.
And through all those long days and
nights Margharita had watched over
him as though he had been her own
father. AH the passionate sympathy
'of her warm southern nature had been
kindled by the story of his wrongs.
I>ay by" day the sight of his helpless
suffering had increased her indignation
toward those whom she really believed
to have bitterly wronged him. Through
those long quiet days and silent nights,
she had brooded upon them. She
never for one moment repented of
having allied herself to that wild oath
of vengeance, whose echoes often at
dead of night seemed .still to ring in
her ears. Her only fear was that he
would emerge from the fierce illness
under which he was laboring, so weak
cued and sha!;cn, that the desire of his
life should have passed from him.
She had grown to I' ve this shrunken
old man. In her ?!rl!.:nxl she had
heard stories of him from her nurse,
and many times the hot tears had
stood in her eyes ;>.s she conjured up
| to herself that pathetic tin tire, waiting
I and waiting, y >r by year, for that
I liberty which v is to come only with
old age. .Site had thought of him,
sad-eyed and weary, pacing his lonely
prison cell, and ever watching through
his barred window the little segment
of Itlue shy and sunlight which pene
trated into the high-walled court.
How he must long for the scent of
flowers, the, fresh open air, the rustic
| Lady St. Maurice looked up from
Ihrr work quickly. Nine o'clock was
just striking, and her son only a
moment before had replaced his watch
in his pocket with an impatient little
gesture.
"Ves, I do think so," she answered *
quietly. "I think her very strange
indeed. Why do you ask me?"
He shrugged his shoulders,
"Oil, I don't know exactly. It seems
odd that she should want to spend
all her evening alone, and that she
should have so many long letters to
write. Do you think that she quite
understands that you would like her
vO come down with us?"
I "I am quite sure that she does,
"Mother, don't you think that Miss Briscoe is a very strange girl?"
of leaves, and the hutn of moving
insects. I low his heart must ache f ir
the sound of men's voices, the touch of
their hands, some sense of loving or
friendly companionship t > break the
icy monotony of his weary, stagnant
existence. Her imagination had been
touched, and she .had been all ready to
welcome and to love him as a hero
and a martyr, even if he had appealed
?o her in no other way. But alien
she haH "5een"1iini "strlcJcen down ana
helpless, with that look ot uu-nahk
sadness in his soft dark eyes, it was
more than her sympathy which was
aroused, more than her imagination
which was stirred. Her large pitying
iieart became his absolutely. She wa>
alone in the world, and she must needs
love some one. I-or good or for evil,
late had brought' this strange old man
lo her, and , woven this tie between
them.
lie held out his hands; she grasped
them fondly.
"Marghapita, she came here!" lie
whispered. '
"\\ hat, here? Here in this room?"
He nodded.
"It was two days before you came.
I was sitting alone in the twilight.
1 he door opened. I thought 1 was
dreaming. It was she, as beautiful as
ever, nchiy dressed, happy, comely.
Sl'.e came .to pity, to sue for pardon.
1 let her talk, and then, when I had
gathered strength, I stood up and
cursed her. 1 ihrust her away; 1
cursed her with the fiercest ami crud
est words which my lips could utter.
It drove the warm color from her
cheeks, and the light from her eyes.
I cursed her till her heart shook with!
fear. She staggered out of the room
a stricken woman. I " 4
"Tell me her name."
"It was Adrienne Cartuccio. It is
now Lady Maurice."
"The Lady St. Maurice t She was
my mother's friend then?"
"Yes."
Margharita's eyes were bright, and
her voice trembled.
"Listen !" she cried. "When my
mother was dying she gave me a
letter. If ever you need a friend or
help," she whispered, "go to Lady
St. Maurice. This letter is to her.
She will help you for my sake. Uncle,
fate is on our side. Just before 1
came to you I wrote to Lady St.
Maurice. I told her that I was un
happy in my life, ahd I wished for a
situation as a governess. I sent her
my mother's letter."
"And she replied?"
"Yes. She offered me a home. If
I wished I could teach her little girl."
Her voice was trembling, and her
eves, dry and brilliant, were fixed upon
his. He was sitting upright in bed.
leaning a little forward toward her.
and the sunbeam which had stolen in
through the parted curtains fell upon
his white corpse-like face. A strange
look was in his eyes; his fingers
clutched the bedclothes nervously.
"You will ? go?" he asked hoarsely.
"You will go to Lady St. Maurice?"
An answering light shot back from
her eyes. She was suddenly pale to
the lips. Her voice was hushed as
though in fear, but it wtt firm.
"Yes, I shall gol To^-night I shall
accept her offer."
PART III
"Mother, don't you think that Miss
Briscoe is a verv stransre air)?"
Lumley. i even ohjecud to i:t?mg
her come here as a governess :tr all.
Her mother was a dear friend ?"
many years a go, and I told
rita from the first that would k.U.
have her here as my daughter. Sli.
would have been very welcome to a
home with us. It was only hei i?.uk
which made her m-ist Hi*-n c- nm \
as Grade's governess, and I suppose
it is the same fettling which prompts
ner to keep "herself so much aiuoi
irom us. I am sorry, but 1 can do no
more than 1 have done toward making
her see things differently"
Lord Luniley fidgeted about tor a
minute or- two on the hearthrug*
There was a certain reserve in hu
mother's manner which made the UsB
which he had set himself more dint
cult even than it would have been
I under ordinary circumstances. "e"4
sides, he fell that from her low seat
she was watching him intently, and'
the knowledge did not tend toward,
setting him more at his ease.
"You loved her mother, then._
"I did. She was my dearest friend. %
"And yet ? forgive me if 1 am
wrong? but sou.etim* I fancy that
you do not even like Miss Briscoe.
"She will not let me like or dislike
her, Lumley."
He shook his head.
' It isn't that exactly. I have seen
vou watching her sometimes? as for
instance when she sang that Sicilian
Long here? as though you were? well,
almost afraid of her; as though there
was something about her which almost
repelled you." ,
The Countess laid down her work,
and looked steadfastly into the fin*
I There was a moment's silence.
I "You have been a close watcnen
I Lumley." . \
"I admit it. But, tell me, have j
Lot watched to some purpose. Iheif
lis no mistaking the look m your tacj
sometimes, when sh<? comes into ttj
room unexpectedly. If the thing werf
not absurd, I should say that yoa
were afraid of her." .
I Lady St. Maurice held her hand to
her side for a moment, as though she
felt a sudden pain. She repeated her
son's words without looking up atl
'"Afraid of her! No, no, Lumley.
I I am afraid of something else, some
thing of which her face continually
reminds me. It is the shadow of the
past which seems to follow her toot
I , >?
| T ' tragic note had suddenly been
struck in the conversation between
mother and son. Lord Lumley, who
had been altogether unprepared for it,
was full of interest.
"The past!" he repeated. Whose
I past? Tell me all about it, mother.
She looked up at him. and he saw
that her face was unusually pale.
"] umley, it is onlv a little while ago
since your father and 1 told you the
I story of our strange meeting and
I marriage. You remember it?
"Every word ! Every word,
I "You remember the duel which the
Count di Marioni sought to force upon
your father, but which I prevailed?
You remember the means which I was
driven to use to prevent it, and the
oath of vengeance which, Leonardo ?
the Count di Marioni? swore against
I us both ?" .
Continued Next Week
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