HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, FEB. 14, 1929
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death in his face.
Two men stood facing one anoth
er on a narrow belt of sand, strip
ped to the shirt, and with rapiers
in their hands. One was the Sicil
ian, Leonardo di Marloni, the other
the Englishman, Lord St Maurice.
Their attitude spoke for itself. They
were about to fight for each other's
life.
(Continued Next Week)
WHAT HAPPENED BEFOBEl
! Falmero is the scene. There an exile,
Leonardo di Marloni. has come for love
of Adrlenne Cartuccio, who spurns him.
He meets an Englishman. Lord St. Mau
rice, who falls In love with Adrlenne on
sight. Leonardo sees his sister Mar
gharlta, who tells him his love for Ad
rlenne la hopeless. But he pleads with
her to arrange an accidental meeting,
to say farewell, between Adrlenne and
him.
She consents. That night the English
man is Informed of an attempt being
made to carry off Signorina Cartuccio
and Margharlta, who are walking, by
brigands employed by a rejected suitor,
on a lonely road. He rushes to the
scene, and proves able to rescue the
ladies
Inflamed by the failure of his scheme,
Leonardo sees Margharlta, who shows
him she knows that he was instigator
of the attempted attack. The English
man now sees Adrlenne often. The
Englishman, sitting In the hotel, finds
a dagger at his feet. Looking up ,he
sees the Sicilian, and scents trouble.
"We sat here a week ago," recalls
Leonardo. Lord St. Maurice nods.
NOW 00 ON WITH THE BTOHT
"It is well. It is of the events
which have followed that night that
I desire to speak, If you, Signor, will
grant me a few moments of your
time?"
"Certainly," the Englishman re
plied courteously. After all, per
haps the fellow did not mean to
quarrel.
"I. regret exceedingly having to
trouble you, Signor, with a little
personal history," the Sicilian con
tinued. "I must tell you, at the
commencement, that for five years
I have been a suitor for the hand
of the Signorina Adrlenne Cartuc
cio, my cousin."
"Second cousin, I believe," Lord
St. Maurice Interposed.
The Sicilian waved his hand. It
was of no consequence.
"Certain political differences with
the Imperial party at Rome, he
continued, "culminated two years
ago in my banishment from Italy
and Sicily. You, I believe, Lord St
Maurice, are of an ancient family,
and it is possible that you may un
derstand to some extent the bitter
ness of exile from a country and a
home which has been the seat of
my family for nearly a thousand
years. Such a sentence is not ban
ishment as the world understands
it; it is a living death! But, Signor,
it was not all. It was not even the
worst. Alas, that I, a Marloni,
should live to confess it! But to
be parted from the woman I love
was even a sorer trial. Yet I en
dured it. I endured It; hoping
against hope for a recall. My sis
ter and I were orphans. She made
her home with the Signorina Car
tuccio. Thus I had news of her con
tinually. Sometimes my cousin her
self wrote to me. It was these let
ters which preserved my reason,
and consciously or unconsciously,
they breathed to me ever of hope
"Not Adrienne's, I'll Bwear," the
Englishman muttered to himself.
He was a true Briton, and there was
plenty of dormant jealousy not very
far from the surface.
The Sicilian heard the words, and
his eyes flashed.
"The Signorina Cartuccio, if you
please, Signor, he remarked cold,
ly. "We are in a public place."
Lord St Maurice felt that he
could afford to accept the rebuke,
and he bowed his head.
"My remark was not Intended to
be audible!" he declared.
"For two years I bore with my
wretched life," the Sicilian contin
ued, "but at last my endurance
came to an end. I determined to
risk my liberty, that I might hear
my fate from her own lips.
crossed the Alps without molesta
tion, and even entered Rome. There
I was watched, but not interfered
with. The conclusion I came to was,
that as long as I lived the life of an
ordinary citizen, and showed no In
terest in politics, I was safe. I
crossed to Palermo unharmed. I
have seen the Signorina, and I have
made my appeal."
The Englishman dropped his eyes
and knocked the ash from his ci
gar. The fellow was coming to the
point at last
"You, Signor," the Sicilian con
tinued, in a tone which, although it
was no louder, seemed to gain in
Intensity from the smoldering pas
sion underneath, "you, Signor, know
what my answer was, for you were
the cause. I have not told you this
much of my story to win your pity;
I simply tell It that I may reason
with you. I have tried to make you
understand something of the
strength of my love for the Signor
ina. Do you think that, after what
I have risked, after what I have
suffered, that I shall stand aside,
and see another man, an alien, take
her from me? I come of a race,
Signor, who are not used to see the
women they love chosen for other
men's wives. Have you ever heard
of Count Hubert di Marloni, who,
with seven hundred men, carried oft
a princess of Austria from her fa
ther's court, and brought her safe
ly through Italy here to be one of
the mothers of my race? It was
five hundred years ago, and, among
the ruins of ancient kingdoms, the
Marionis have also fallen In estate.
But the old spirit lingers. Lord St
Maurice, I am not a blood-thirsty
man. I do not wish your life. Go
back to your country, and choose
for a bride one of her own daugh
ters. Give up all thought of the
Signorina di Cartuccio, or, as surely
as the moon yonder looks down up
on you and me, I shall kill you.'
Lord St. Maurice threw his cigar
away and shrugged his shoulders.
The affair was going to De serious,
then.
"You must forgive me, Signor, If
I do not quite follow you," he said
slowly. "The custom In our coun
tries doubtless differ. In England
it Is the lady who chooses, and it
Is considered pardon me ill-mannered
for a rejected suitor to have
anything more to say."
As you remark, the ideas and
customs of our countries differ,"
the Sicilian rejoined. "Here a no
bleman of my descent would con
sider it an everlasting shame to
stand quietly on one side, and see
the woman whom he worshipped
become the bride of another man,
and that man an alien. He would
be esteemed, and Justly, a coward.
Let us waste no more words, Signor.
have sought you to-night to put
this matter plainly before you. Un
less you leave this Island, and give
up your pretensions to the nana or
the Signorina Cratuccio, you die.
You have climbed for the last time
to the Villa Fiolesse. Swear to go
there no more; swear to leave this
Island before day breaks to-morrow,
or your blood shall stain Its shores.
By the unbroken and sacred oath
of a Marionl, I swear It!"
To Lord St Maurice, the Sicilian's
words and gestures seemed only
grotesque. He looked at him a lit
tle contemptuously a thin, shrunk-en-up
figure, ghastly pale and seem
ing all the thinner on account of his
somber black attire. What a hus
band for Adrlenne! How had he
dared to love so magniflicent a cre
ature. The very Idea of such a man
threatening him seemed absurd to
Lord St Maurice, an athlete of pub
lic school and college renown, with
muscles like Iron, and the stature
of a guardsman. He was not angry,
and he had not a particle of fear,
but his stock of patience was get
ting exhausted.
How are you going to do the
killing?" he asked. "Pardon my
ignorance, but it is evidently one of
the customs of the country which
has not been explained to me. How
do you manage it?"
I should kill you In a duel!" the
Sicilian answered. "It would be
easily done."
The Englishman burst out laugh
ing. It was too grotesque, almost
like a huge joke.
"Damn you and your duels! he
said, rising to his feet, and tower
ing over his companion. "Look here,
Mr. di Marloni, I've listened to you
seriously because I felt heartily sor
ry for you; but I ve had enough of
it. I don't know whether you un
derstand the slang of my country.
If you do, you'll understand what I
mean when I tell you that you ve
been talking 'bally rot' We may
be a rough lot, we Englishmen, but
we're not cowards, and no one but
a coward would dream of giving a
girl up for such a tissue of whim
perings. Be a man, sir, and get
over it, and look here none of this
sort of business!"
He drew the dagger from his
breast pocket and patted it The
Sicilian was speechless and livid
with rage.
"You are a coward!" he hissed.
"You shall fight with me!"
"That I won't," Lord St Maurice
answered good-humoredly. "Just
take my advice. Make up your
mind that we both can't have her,
and she's chosen me, and come and
give me your hand like a man
Think It over, now, before the
morning. Good-night!"
The Sicilian sprang up, and look
ed rapidly around. At an adjoining
table he recognized two men, and
touched one on the shoulder.
"Signors!" he cried, "and you
Signor le Capitalne, pardon me if I
ask you for your hearing for an
instant. This gentleman here has
insulted me, and declines to give me
satisfaction. I have called him
coward and a rascal, and I repeat
It! His name is Lord St. Maurice.
If he forfeits his right to be con
sidered a gentleman, I demand that
his name be struck off the visitors
club."
The three men had risen to their
feet Two of them were gentlemen
of the neighborhood" with whom
Lord St Maurice had a bowing ac
quaintance. The third was a French
officer. They looked inquiringly at
Lord St Maurice.
"It's quite true, gentlemen," he
said with easy self-possession. "He's
been calling me all the bad names
under the sun, and I have declined
to give him what he calls satisfac
tion. I haven t the least objection
to your knowing it."
The two Palermitans looked at
one another doubtfully. The officer,
giving his moustache a twist, step
ped forward and bowed.
"Might we inquire your reasons
for declining the duel?" he asked.
The Englishman shrugged his
shoulders.
'Certainly," he answered. "In
the first place, I am an officer in the
service of Her Majesty the Queen,
and duelling is strictly forbidden;
In the second, Signor dl Marionl is
too excited to know what he Is
talking about"
In England, Signor, your first
objection is valid; here, it is scarce
ly so. As to the latter, Monsieur
le Count seems now to be perfectly
composed. I am on the committee
of the club, and I fear that I must
erase your name if you persist In
your refusal."
"I don't care two straws about
your club,"- Lord St Maurice an
swered carelessly. "As for the duel,
I decline it, once and for all. We
Englishmen have a code of honor of
our own, and It is more to us than
the custom of the countries which
we chance to visit. I wish you
good-night, gentlemen."
They fell back, impressed In spite
of themselves by the coolness and
hauteur of his words, Suddenly,
with the swiftness of a tiger-cat,
the Sicilian leaped forward and
struck the Englishman on the
cheek.
"Perhaps you will tell us all,
Signor, how the men of your coun
try resent an insult such as that,
he cried.
Every one turned round at the
sound of the scuffle. The eyes of all
were upon tne Englishman, wno
stood there, head and shoulders
above all the crowd, with blazing
eyes and pale cheeks. He was in a
towering passion, but his voice nev
er shook or faltered.
You shall see for yourself,
Signor!" he cried.
The Sicilian struggled, but he was
like a child in the Englsihman's
arms. He had caught him up in a
vice-like grasp, and held him high
over the heads of the astonished
onlookers. For a moment he seem
ed as though he were going to
throw him right out of the restau
rant on to the Malna, but at the
last moment he changed his mind,
and with a contemptuous gesture
set hlra down in the midst of them,
breathless and choking.
xou can send your seconds as
soon as you like," he said shortly.
'Good-night, gentlemen."
They fell back before him like
sheep, leaving a broad way right
into the hotel, through which he
passed, stern and self-possessed.
The Sicilian watched him curiously,
with twitching lips.
There goes a brave man," whis
pered one of the Palermitans to the
French officer. "But his days are
numbered."
The Frenchman gazed at the
Sicilian and nodded. There was
Gladys "He sat on the settee
beside you did he propose?"
Ethel "No, but it was an awfully
close call."
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