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T H E RPRING PIRLI) NEWS
Tlll'H SIlAY , MAY ». 192»
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ami at u couch drawn up to the bed
side.
I'nlerino 1« the aicn e. T here an
"And you live been nuralng me all
exile, I.entinrdo ill Mnrlonl, ha» cone
the tim er' be w hispered.
for love <>f Adrienne Carluc« Io. who
She sm iled brightly through the
spurns him lb meet» an KnsHshman,
tears which she could not hide.
Lord St Maurice. who fall» In Io»»
"Of course I have. Who has a bet-
with Adrienne on sigh, Leonardo »••'
right. I should like Io know?"
hl» «later M srgh a-lls. who tell» It, in
He slg h iil and closed his eyes. In
hla love for Adrienne 1» hopehaa Hal
a few m inutes he waa asleep.
he ptcada with her Io srrsn g e an in
Eor a fortnight h is life had hung
cldcntnl m eeting, to ’-ny farew ell, be
| upon u tread, anil even when the
tw een Adrienne and him
doctor had declared him out of danger
She i otieenl»
I hnl night ih** Eng the question of his sanity or Insanity
11»),man 1» Informed of an attem pt be quivered upon the balance for another
In« made to < ary off Hlgnorlnn Carltn
week
He would either aw ake per
d o and Margharlta. who are walking, I fectly reasonable. In all resp ects his
by t,(grand» employed by a rejected | old self, or he would open his ey es
suitor, on a lonely road
lie ruahen ' upon a world, the keynote to which he
to the acene, and provea able to had lost forever
In other words he
re»<-ue the Indies.
would either awake a perfectly sane
Inflamed by the failure of hla man or hopelessly and Incurably In
n< heme, Leonardo nee Margharlta sane
There would be no middle
who »how» him »he know» that he course That was the doctor's verdict.
wu» Instigator of the attem pted a t
And through all those long days and
tack
The Englishm an now »ee« Ad nights Murgharlta had watched over
rlenne often. The Englishm an alttlng him as though he had been her own
In the hotel, flnda a dagger at hl« feet father. All the passionate sym pathy
Looking up. he »ee» tin- SHIrlan and of her warm aouthern nature had been
•r e n ta trouble.
kindled by the story of hla wrong».
l-eonardo and the Kngllahman quar I»ay hv day the sight of his h elp less
rei. The Kngllahman at first refused suffering hail Increased her Indigna
to accept a challenge to duel, then tion toward those whom she really
when the Italian »lap« him conaenta. believed Io have bitterly wronged him
The two men face each other ready to Through those long quiet days and s i
fight to the death
lent nights, »he had brooded upon
Margharlta »top» the dt c l hv com them
She never for one moment re
Ing Just In the nick of lim e Io r.rve pented of having allied h erself Io that
th. Engllahman fr -m hl» fate, with wlhl ontth of vengeance, w hose echoes
tw o officer» who a rre » i the exile Le often at dead of night seem ed to ring
onardo
l.eor.-rdo vow
vengeance. In her ears
H jt only fear was that
A fte r 25 yearn I’. Jail he I again nt he would em erge from the fierce Ill
hls hotel, an old. broken matt with n ess under which he wns laboring, so
only m em ories left to hint
w eakened and shaken, that the desire
x» he left the hoft’l the proprietor, of his life should have passed from
worried about hltn. advertlnes for hl» him
She had grown to love this
friend» and Leonardo 1» first visited shrunken old man
In her girlhood
by the woman lie had loved, whom ho she had heanl stories of him from her
shoos out of hl» sight. Then there nurse, and many tim es the hot tears
com es to him the daughter of hla »1» had stood In her ey es as she conjured
1er, whom he greet» In great surprise, up to h erself that pathetic figure,
lie learn» that hl« sister 1» dead.
w alling and w alling, year by year, for
'ount laoinurdo tells hl» niece the that liberty which was to com e only
story of Ills love for Margharlta. She With old age
She had thought of
him. aad-eyed and weary, pacing hla
Is sym pathetic
NOW GO ON WITH T H E STORY
lonely prison cell, and ever w atching
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through h is harred window the little
Mnrghnrlln looked like a beautiful SPRn, pnt of blue sky and sunlight
wild anim al In her passion
He hair wb )ih penetrated Into the hlgh-wnlled
ha I fallen over her face, and was court How he must long for the scent
stream ing down her hark. Her sm all of flowers, the fresh nnen air. the
w hite hand was clenched and up rustle of leaves, and the hum of m ov
raised, and her straight, supple figure, ing Insects How his heart must ache
panlher-llke In Its grace, wns distend for th sound of m en's voices, the touch
ed until she towered over tile little e f the'r hands, so m e sense of loving or
break th
shrunken form before her. Terrible friendly com parlon b
- I I V stagnant
w is the elenni In her ev es, and ler- lev monotony of h 'v
n had been
rlhle lhi> fixed rigidity of her features existen ce. Her 1m”
n all ready to
Yet she was as beautiful as n young touched, and ehe hi»*1
i as a hero
goddess In her wrath.
w elcom e and lovn
had nnpe-ilel
and a m ertvr. even «f
“N o!” Mb»» cried fiercely, "(he Order
♦ o her In no other wav. But when
whall not die! You belong to It «till;
shn had seen him stricken down and
and I I too. «wear the oath of ven
Iv’l'd ess. w'lli that look of Ineffable
gennee! T ogether we will hunt h»*r
M d n e s s ' l l I l l s soft dark eves. It wns
down thin w om an’ She fthnll RUffer."
h er
mv-ithy which was
"She
he fthnll
sh a ll die!"
d ie ' he
tie cried.
cried
nrm, , P), m ore than h e r Im agin ation
A sligh t sh ud der m issed a c ro ss th e n
, I,™ » nltvlPR
,
,
, ,,
,
w hich w as stirred
H er la rg e " liv in g
girl s fnce. hut she repeatei! his words.
"
heart becam e his absolutely. She was
” • ""
'
“ rn alone In »he world and she must needs
W HAT H A PPEN ED BEFORE:
She c h a fe , his hands and held him
.. . . . , . .
up He hnd fainted.
. . .
. . . ...
"W here nm I. Margharlta?
Sbe leaned over him. and drew
.
u
.u
, . 11 t
i. „ „ „
long deep breath of relief. I, was
reward
of
many
weary
daya
nnd
the
.
nights of constant w ntchlng and care*
f„ l nursing H is reason w as "aT*d ’
-»m e one. For good or
fate had brought this s,ran ge
,
...
to her. and woven this He
for ev,V
old man
i,„tw PPn
between
He held out hla hoands; she grasped
.
|
.
I'"’'” fondly.
h ere'" he
"Mnrghnrlln. she cam e nere.
ne
pa
" ^ , 7 ' h ers? H ere In th is room?"
"In vour own room nt the hotel,
she w hispered, "non’, von remem- |
her? You were taken HL
I
H e looked at her. h elp less and
pussled. Slow ly Ihe m is,a began
ro ll a w a r
I p
"Yes. von were with me. he m u r
mured softlv. "I rem em ber now
I
w as fellin g von the story of he p a s t -
mv chlM. You are Mnrgrnrl,•a s child, j
Y es. I remember. Wns It this after- |
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bpforp ynu pflmP.
m„ne
f
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, wH,gbl.
, WBR
wnH ahp „„ b e a u tifu l as
rlchlv dressed, hnpnv, com ely.
, p Ri|p fnr ppr(, on
(
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s(rpne(h , sto0(, Mp B„d
p<, „ pr
, thr,la( hpr nwny ; f
fhp f)prppRt
(ipnpl.
nonT' ”
,
!e s , words which mv lips rould utter.
Rhe kissed his forehead, nnd then
from hpr
It drove the warm color from her
drew hack suddenly, lest the warm cheeks, nnd Ihe light from her eyes
tear which wns quivering on her ey e I cursed her „II her heart shook with
lids should fall hack upon hla fnce.
fear. She staggered ou, of the room
"It waa three weeks ago!”
a stricken woman. I------ ”
"Three w eek s a g o !”
He looked
" T e ll me her nam e.”
w on d erln d v around—a, ,ho little table
“It w as Adrienne C ar,uccio. II is
a, his side, where a huge howl of |
no”’ Ladv M au rice”
sw eet scented roses was surrounded hv
“The Lady St. M aurice! She wns
a little nramv o? em ptv m ericlne h o t-1
1 my mother's friend then?”
lie s, a, Marglinrltn’a pnle, wan fnce,
"Y e s."
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1
Stage Coach bridged gap betw een end» of tra c k
^ T h e sixtieth birthday of the South
ern I’aclflc. flral transcontinental ralL
road, Is being celebrated May 10 by a
radio broadcast from K P O San Fran
cisco, over the I’aclflc Coast network
of the National Broadcasting Company
I from K S I . Salt Ijike. Utah The
L ea v in g O aklan d P ie r, 1369
Rounding "Cape H o rn ’’ on w ay to
8um m it
broadcast w ill be from » 3« to 10:30 be told over the a ir the epic atory of ' road, cost 161.000,000. The Souther»
p. m.. Pacific standard time.
j the conquest of S ierra and desert. Pacific, which has grown with th»
Reinald W errenrath, fam ous bari- which was probably the greatest of west, is still driving spikes and has
tone, la com ing from New York spec- P'oneer accom plishm ents,
just completed in the last 15 years
tally to take part in th is entertain- ! C onstruction of the Southern Paclf-
ment. To a musical accom panim ent j Ic’s first unit, which was the W estern construction to open up new_ territo ry
of Construction day m usic there w ill1 end of the first transcontinental rall- at a cost of 388,000,000.
"She will not let me like or dislike
Margharlta’» ey es were bright, and
her. Lum ley.”
her valce trembled.
He shook h is head.
“ L isten!" she cried.
“When my
"It Isn’t that exactly. I have seen
m other was dying she gave me a
letter, if ever you need a friend or you watching her som etim es—as for
help ’” she w hispered, "go to Lady Instance when she sang that Sicilian
St. Maurice. T his letter Is to her. song here— as though you were— well,
She will help you for my sake. U n d e, alm ost afraid of her; as though there
fate Is on our side. Jusl before I was som ething about her which al
cam e Io you I wrote to I^ady 9t. most repelled you.”
The C ountess laid down her work,
Maurice. I told her that I w as un
happy In my life, and I wished for a and looked stead fastly Into the fire.
situation as a governess. I sent her There w as a moment s silence,
my mother's letter."
’You have been a close watcher,
"And »he replied?”
! Lum ley.”
"Yes
She offered me a home. If
"» adm l‘ «
But te ” m e’ have 1
I Wished I could tench her little girl.” I no< watched to som e purpose. There
Her voice was trem bling, and h e r " " » ° m istaking the look In your face
eves, drv and brilliant, were fixed upon som etim es, when sh e com es Into the
his
He wns sittin g upright In bed. room unexpectedly. If the thing were
loaning a little forward toward her. ! not ab">>r<’’ ’ "houW say that you
and the sunbeam which had stolpn In were afraid of her."
through the parted curtains fell upon
s ’ Maurice held her hand to
his While cornse-llke face A strange hpr "lde for a
«» htough she
look was In hla ey es; his fingers M t » "u<,‘,pn Paln - s h e repeated her
son ’s words w ithout looking up at
clutched the bedclothes nervously.
"You w ill—go?" he asked hoarsely him.
"Afraid of her!
No. no, Lumley,
“You will go to Ladv St. Maurice?”
An answ ering Ugh, shot hack from I
" frs ld o f so m eth in g else, some-
her eyes. She was suddenly pale to
'
the lira. He voice was hushed ns
thoughln fear, bn, I, wns firm.
“ Yes. I shall go
Tonight I shall j
accept her offer."
PART HI.
“ Mothter, don't you think that Miss
B riscoe Is a very strange girl?"
Ijid y St. Maurice looked un from ]
her work quickly. N ine o'clock was |
Just striking, and her son » only a ‘
m om en t before hnd replaced hla wnlch
In h 's rock e, with an Impatient 11,tie |
gesture.
"Yes. I do think so." she answered
m ile,Iv.
"I think her verv strange
Indeed W hy do you ask me?"
"Oh. I don’t know exactly. 1, seem s I
odd that she should wan, to spend
all her even in gs alone, nnd thn, she
should have so mnnv long letters to
write. IX) you think lh a , she quite
under«,ands tha, vou would like her
to com e down with us?”
"I am nulte sure tha, she does.
Lumley. I even objected to having
her com e here ns a govern ess at ah.
Her m other was a dear friend of mine
m any years ago, and I told Margha
rlln from the first tha, I would rather
have her here an m v daughter. She
would have heen very w elcom e to a
home witlh ns. It was only her pride
which made her Insist upon com ing
as Orncle's governess, nnd I suppose
I, Is the sam e feelin g which prompts
her to keep h erself so much aloof
from un. I nm sorrv. hut I can do no
more than 1 have done toward m aking
her see things differently."
Lord Lum lev fidgeted nbou, for a
m inute or tw o on the hearth,rug.
There w as a certain reserve In his
m other’s m anner which made the task
which he had spt h lm self more d iffi
cult ever than It would have heeiv
tinder ordlnarv circum stances.
B e
sid es he fel, that from her low son,
she was w atching him Intent,v, nnd
the know ledge did not lend toward
netting him more n, hls ease.
"V.on loved her mother, th en ’ "
", aId. She was mv dearest friend."
” An<l vet— forgive me If I nm
wrong—hut som etim es I fancy lh a,
vou do not even like Miss Briscoe."
Lions Endorse P ageant
thing of which her face continually
preminds me. It is the shadow of the
past which seem s to follow her foot
steps.
A tragic note had suddenly been
struck In the conversation betw een
m other and son. Lord Lumley, who
had been altogether unprepared for It,
was full of Interest.
"The p a st!” he repeated. "W hose
past? T ell me all about It, m other.”
She looked up at him. and he saw
that her face w as unusually pale.
The Springfield Lions club endorsed
the production of the pioneerspage-
ant at the regular m eeting of the o r
ganization last Friday- No d efin ite
plans for the even t were m ade a t
that time.
Hugh R osson. of Eugene, professor
of law in the U niversity of Oregon
and tyisiness m anager of the pageant,
was the principal speaker at the
m eeting of the Lions. Bob Callahan
and Mr. Edwards, of Eugene, and C.
E. Kenyon, Larason W right, and D r.
"Lumley, it is only a little while ago
R. P. M ortensen, of Springfield, were
since your father and I told you the
gu ests at the m eeting.
story of our strange m eeting and
marriage. You rem em ber It?”
H ere F rom N o ti— W. E . Jam es, N o ti
"Every word!
Bvery word, mo
resident, spent Monday in town.
th er!”
In Monday— Mrs. R. W. Callison o f
“You rem em ber the duel which the
Conn, dt Marlonl sought to force upon Fall Creek was a business visitor In
vour father, but which I prevented? Springfield Monday.
You rem em ber the m eans which I w as
driven to u se to prevent It, and th e
V isit Over Week-end^— Mr. and Mrs.
oath of vengeance which Leonardo— Sam Miller of Junction City spent the
the Count di Marioni— swore again st week-end In Springfield visitin g a t
us both?”
th e hom e of Mr. and Mrs. J. M.
,TO BE CONTINUED!
Larson.
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as good as Camels
the simple truth
is enough
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satisfying.
Camels are cool a n d refreshing.
The fragran ce o f Camels is alw ays
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