HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, MARCH 21, 1929.
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WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE I
Palmero Is the arena. There An exile.
Leonardo dt Marlonl, has come for love
of Adrlenne Cartucclo, who spurns him.
He meets an Englishman, Lord St. Mau
rice, who falls in love with Adrlenne on
sight. Leonardo sees his sister Mar,
gharita, who tells him his love for Ad
rlenne is hopeless. But he pleads with
ner to arrange an accidental meeting,
to say farewell, between Adrlenne and
ilm.
She consents. That night the English
man is informed of an attempt being
made to carry off Signorina Cartucclo
ana jaargnariia, wno are warning, by
brigands employed by a rejected suitor.
on a lonely road. He rushes to the
scene, and proves able to rescue the
laaies.
Influmed by the failure of his scheme,
Leonardo sees Margharlta, who shows
mm 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
seeB the Sicilian, ana scents trouDie.
"We sat here a week ago," recalls
Leonardo. Lord St. Maurice nods.
Leonardo and the Englishman quar
rel. The Englishman at first refused to
accept a chellenge to duel, then when
the Italian slaps him consents. The two
men face each other ready to fight to
the death.
Margharlta stops the duel by coming
Just In the nick of time to save the
Englishman from his ate, with two
officers who arrest the exile Leonardo.
Leonardo vows vengeance. After 26
years in jail he Is again at his hotel,
an old, broken man with only memories
left to him.
At hlB hotel the proprietor, worried
about him, advertises for his friends
and Leonardo is first visited by the wo
man lie had loved, whom he shoos out
of his sight. Then there comes to him
the daughter of his sister, whom he
greets In great surprise, He learns that
its sister is dead.
Count Leonardo tells his niece the
story of his love for Margharlta. She is
sympathetic.
NOW 00 ON WITH THE STORY
"Yes."
"Lumley, twenty-five years have
passed away, and he is free."
"But, Miss Briscoe?" he asked, be
wildered. "How does all this con
cern her?"
"She is his niece."
"His niece! his niece!"
Lord Lumley could say nothing.
With all the swift selfishness of a
man his thoughts were centered
round one point Would this new
development hinder his purpose, or
was it favorable to him?
"Leonardo's sister, Lumley, was
my dear friend. She married a man
named Briscoe, and died very soon
afterward. Margharlta Is their
daughter, and, Lumley, there is no
English blood in her veins. She is
a Marlonl! I can see his eyes and
his forehead every time I look at
hers. They seem to tell me that
that wild oath still lives; that some
day he will stretch out his hand and
redeem that murderous threat
Lumley, there have been times
when it has terrified me to look at
that girl."
His face was clearing. A smile
even began to dawn upon his lips.
"Why, mother, don't you see that
so far as Miss Briscoe is concerned
that Is all fancy," he said. "You feel
In that way toward her simply be
cause she happens to resemble the
Count dl Marioni. Isn't that a little
unfair to her? What can she know
of an oath which was sworn flve-and-twenty
years ago, long before
she was born. Why, I don't sup
pose that she ever heard of It"
She smiled a little sadly.
"Lumley, I do not attempt to de
fend my feeling. Of course it is
absurd to connect her with it, real
ly." "I was sure that you would say
so, mother."
"But, Lumley, although I cannot
defend It the feeling remains. Lis
ten. No woman has known great
er happiness than I have. My life
has been sometimes almost too per
fect, and yet I never altogether for
got those passionate words of Leo
nardo's. They lay like a shadow
across my life, darkening and grow
ing broader as the years of his con
finement passed away. 'The time of
his release came at last only a few
months ago, and only a few months
ago, Lumley, I saw him."
"You saw him! Where?"
"In London, Lumley! Why did he
come, almost on the day of his re
lease, here to England? It was a
country which he hated In his
younger days, and yet, instead of
visiting his old home, his love for
which was almost a passion, in
stead of lingering in those sunny
southern towns where many friends
still remained who would have re
ceived him with open arms, he
came straight to London alone. I
found him at a hotel there, broken
down, and almost, as It were, on
the threshold of death! Yet, when
he saw me, when he heard my voice,
the old passion blazed out. Lumley,
I prayed to him for forgiveness,
and he scorned me. He had never
forgotten! He would never forgive!
He pointed to his person, his white
hairs, to all the terrible evidences
of his long imprisonment, and once
more, with the same passion which
had trembled In his tone twenty
five years ago, he cursed me! It was
horrible! I fled from that place like
a haunted woman, and since then,
Lumley, I have been haunted. Ev
ery feature In the girl's magnificent
face, and every movement of her
figure, reminds me that she is a
Marioni!"
She had risen and was standing
by his side, a beautiful, but a suf
fering woman. He took her Into
his arms and kissed her forehead.
"Mother, you have too much Im
agination," he said gently. "Look
nt tho matter seriously. Granted
that this old man still harbors a
senseless resentment against you
Yet what could ho do? He forgets
that days In which he lives, and
the country to which you belong:
Vendettas and romantic vengeances
such as he may have dreamt of flve-and-twenty
years ago, are extinct
' even In his own land; here, they
cannot be taken seriously at all!"
She shivered a little, and looked
into his face as though comforted
in some measure.
"That is what I say to myself,
Lumley," she said; "but there are
times when the old dread is too
strong for me wholly to crush It I
am not an Englishwoman, you
know; I come of a more supersti
tious race!"
"I am sorry that Miss Briscoe
should be the means of bringing
these unpleasant thoughts to you,"
lie remarked thoughtfully. "Moth
er!" "Yes, Lumley."
"Would it be a great trouble to
you if some day I asked you to
receive her as a daughter?"
She stood quite still and shivered.
Her face was suddenly of a marble
pallor.
"You you mean this, Lumley?"
"I mean that I care for her, mo
ther." "You have not spoken to her?"
"No. I should not have said any
thing to you yet, only it pained me
to think that there was anything
between you an aversion, I mean. I
thought that If you knew, you would
try and overcome it."
"I cannot!"
"Mother!"
"Lumley, I cannot! She looks at
me out of his eyes; she speaks to
me with his voice; something tells
me that she bears in her heart his
hate toward me. You do not know
these Marionis! They are one in
hate and one in love; unchanging
and hard as the rocks on which
their castle frowns. Even Marghar
lta herself, in the old days, never
forgave me for sending Leonardo to
prison, although I saved her lover's
life as well as mine. Lumley, you
have said nothing to her?"
"Not yet."
"She would not many you! I tell
you that In her heart she hates us
all! Sometimes I fancy that she is
here only "
"Mother!
He laid his hand firmly upon her
white trembling arm. She looked
around, following his eyes. Mar
gharlta, pale and proud, was stand
ing upon the threshold, with a great
bunch of white hyacinths in the
bosom of her black dress.
'Am I Intruding?" she asked
quletfy. "I will come down some
other evening."
Lord Lumley sprang forward to
stop her; but his mother was the
first to recover herself.
'Pray don't go away, Marghar-
ita," she said, with perfect self-possession.
"Only a few minutes ago
ve wero coiniiialnins that you came
down so seldom. Lumley, open the
piano, and get Miss Briscoe's songs."
He was by her side In a moment,
but ho found time for an admiring
glance toward his mother. She had
taken up a paper knife, and was
cutting the pages of her book. It
was the savoir-faire of a great
lady.
A CORRESPONDENCE '
Letter from Count Leonardo dl
Mnrloni to Miss M. Briscoe, care
of the Earl of St. Maurice, Mal
lory Grange, Lincolnshire.
"Hotel de Paris, Turin.
"My Beloved Niece: Alas! I have
but another disappointment to re
count. I arrived here last night,
and early this morning I visited the
address which I obtained at Flor
ence with bo much difficulty. The
house was shut up. From inquiries
made with caution among the neigh-
bors I learned that Andrea Pas-
chull had left a few months before
for Rome. Thither I go in search
of him.
"The delay Is Irksome, but it is
necessary. Although my desire for
the day of my vengeance to come
is as strong as ever, I would not
have the shadow of a suspicion rest
upon you. Truly, yours will be no
crime, but the world and the courts
of justice would have It otherwise.
You will, in verity, be but the in
strument. Upon my head be the
guilt, as mine will be the exceeding
joy, when the thing for which I
crave is accomplished. Bless you
my child, that you have elected to
aid me In carrying out this most
just requital! Bless you, my child,
that you have chosen to bring peace
Into the heart of one who has
known great suffering!
"Your last letter was short; yet I
do not wonder at it. What is there
you can find to say to me, while our
great purpose remains thus in abey
ance? My health continues good, I
am thankful to say, yet, were it.
otherwise, I know that my strength
would linger with me till my oath
is accomplished. Till that day shall
come death itself has no power over
me. Even though ita shadow lay
across my path I could still defy it.
Think not that I am blaspheming,
Margharlta, or that I believe in no
God. . I believe in a God of Justice,
and he will award me my right. Oh,
that the time may be short, for I
am growing weary. Life is very
burdensome, save only for its end.
"Sometimes, my beloved Marghar
lta, you have sought to lighten the
deep gloom through which I strug
gle, by picturing the happy days we
may yet spend together in some
far-distant country, where the shad
ows of this great selfish world bare
ly reach, and its mighty roar and
tumult sound but as a faint, low
murmur. I have listened, but I
have answered not; for in my heart
I know that it will never be. Those
days will never come. I have shrunk
from throwing a chill upon your
warm, generous heart; but of late
I have wondered whether I do well
in thus silently deceiving you. For,
Margharita, there is no such time
of peaceful happiness in store for
me. I am dying! Nay, do not start!
Do not pity me! Do not fear! I
know it so well; and I feel no pang,
no sorrow. The limit of my days
is fixed not in actual days or
weeks, but by events. I shall live
to see my desire accomplished, and
then I shall die. The light may
flicker, but, till then, it will not
go out. You will ask me: Who am
I that I dare to fix a limit to an
existence which God alone controls?
I cannot tell you, Margharita, why
I know, or how, yet it is surely so.
The day which sees me free of my
vow will also be the day of my
death.
"Trouble not, my child, at this
thought, nor wonder why I can
write of the end of my days so
calmly. Ask yourself rather what
further life could mean for . me.
There is no joy which I desire; my
worn-out frame could find no pleas
ure in dragging out a tasteless and
profitless existence. I look for death
as one looks for his couch who has
toiled and labored through the heat
of the day. I shall find there rest
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and peace. I have no other de
sire. "For yourself, Margharita, have
no fear. I have made your fortune
my care, and God grant that it may
be a happy one. Honest men have
made a good profit out of my lands
during my Imprisonment I have
wealih to leave and It is yours. The
Castle of the Marionis will be yours,
and well I know you will raise once
more and uphold the mighty, tho
fallen, traditions of our race. I
leave all fearlessly In your hands,
at your entire disposal. Only one
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thing I beg of you, and that with
out fear of refusal. Marry not an
Englishman. Marry one of the no
bility of our own island, if you can
find one worthy of you; If not, there
are nobles of Italy with honor, and
also a profit. You will be rich as
you are beautiful; and the first lady
in Italy, our distant kinswoman,
Angela di Carlotti, will be your
guardian and your friend. May you
be very, very happy, dearest; and
all that comes to you you will de
serve, for you have lightened the
heart of a weary old man, whose
blessing is yours, now and for ever.
"Leonardo di Marioni."
(To be continued.)
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