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HEPPNER GAZETTE TIMES, HEPPNER, OREGON, THURSDAY, APRIL 11, 1929.
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His withered figure seemed to
have gathered strength and dignity,
and his appearance and tone, aa he
gazed scornfully down at the girl at
his feet, was full of a strange dram
atic force. Her heart sank as she
listened to him. This was no Idle,
vulgar passion, which animated him.
It was a purpose which had become
hallowed to him; something which
he had come to look upon as his
sacred right. She understood how
her drawing back must seem to
him. As though a flash of light had
laid bare his mind, she saw how
weak, how pitifully weak, nay
words of hers must sound, so she
He had commenced walking up
and down the room; and, watching
him fearfully, she saw that his man
ner was gradually changing. The
unnatural calm into which he had
momentarily relapsed was leaving
him, and he was becoming every
moment more and more excited.
Fire flashed in his eyes, and he
was muttering words and sentences
to himself. Once he raised his
clasped hands to the roof in a
threatening gesture, and in the act
of doing so she saw the blue flash
of a stiletto in his breast pocket
It frightened her, and she moved
toward the door.
It seemed almost as though he
read her purpose in her terror
stricken face, and it maddened him.
He caught her by the wrist and
thrust her back.
"You shall not leave this room,
girl!" he cried. "Wait, and soon I
will bring you news!"
She sto;d, still panting, overcome
for a moment by the strength of
his grip. Before she could recover
herself, he had caught up his hat
and was gone. Outside, she heard
the sound of a key in the lock. She
was a prisoner!
Her first thought was the win
dow. Alas! it was too small even
for her to get her head through.
She cried out. No one answered;
there was no one to answer. She
was alone in the cottage, and help
less, and away over the cliffs, to
ward Mallory Grange, she could see
a small, dark figure walking stead-'
tly along, with bent head and swift
steps. The cottage stood by itself,
a mile from the village, and was
approached only by a cliff path.
She turned away from the window
In despair. It seemed to her then
that the time for her final sacrifice
had indeed come.
It was a warm, drowsy morning,
and the air which floated in through
the open lattice window was heavy
with the perfume of flowers, mingl
ed with the faint ozone of the sea.
Outside, the placid silence was brok
en only by the murmurous buzzing
of insects and the soft lapping of
the tide upon the shingly sands.
Within the room, a pale-faced girl
knelt upon the floor, with her long,
slim fingers stretched upward, and
the passionate despair of death in
her cold, white features. The sun
shine laughed upon her hair, and
glanced around her, bathing her
beautiful face in Its fresh, bright
glory. Was It an answer to her
prayer, she wondered her prayer
for peace and forgiveness.' un
that it might be so! God grant it!
There was no fear In her face,
though only a moment before she
had taken out and swallowed the
contents of that little packet of poi'
son which had burned in her bos
om for those last few days. But
there had been Just one passing
shade of bitterness. Her life had
been so short, so Joyless, until there
had come to her that brief taste of
wonderful, amazing happiness. She
was young to die to die with the
delirium of that passionate joy still
burning in her veins.
"Yet afctr all, It is best!" she
whispered softly, at the end of that
unspoken prayer; and with those
words of calm resignation, a change
crept softly in upon her face. It
seemed almost as though, while yet
on earth, there had come to her a
touch of that exquisite spiritual
beauty which follows only upon the
extinction of all earthly passion,
wid the uplifting Into a purer,
nweeter life. And her eyes closed
the aunlleht and darkness
ntnln In imon her senses. She lay
quite still upon the floor; but the
smile still llngerea upon ner nV,
mnUincr her face more lovely even
In its cold repose than when the
crinw of vouth and life had snone
In hnr dark, clear eyes, and lent
expression to her features. Saints
like St Francis of Assisl may die
thus, but seldom women.
"Wnln! For God's sake, help!"
A woman's cry of agony rang out
upon the sweet morning silliness
rvinnf Marionl. who had been hur
rying on with downcast head, stood
till in the cliff path and lifted his
head. It was the woman whose
memory he had cursed who stood
before him the woman on whom
his vengeance was to fall.
Her face was as white as his own,
and In the swiftness of her flight
her hat had fallen away and her
hair was streaming in the breeze.
Yet in that moment of her awful
fear she recognized him, and
shrunk back trembling, as though
some unseen hand had palsied her
tongue, and laid a cold welgnt upon
her heart. They stood face to face,
breathless and Bpeechless. A host
of forgotten sensations, kindled by
her appearance, had leaped up with
in the Sicilian's heart. He had in
deed loved this woman.
"Merciful God! to meet you here,",
she faltered. "You will help mo?
Oh, you will help me? My hUBband
Ib being murdered there on the
cliff bv an escaped lunatic, un
Leonardo, save him
I whom you should hate, not him.
Oh, come! Come, or It will be too
He stood quite still, looking at
"And it is I to whom you dare to
come for help I whom you ask to
save him your husband? Adrienne,
do you remember my words on the
sands at Palermo?"
She wrung her hands, frantically
"How can I remember anything
-think of anything, now? For the
love of God, help him," she begged,
seizing his hand. "That was all so
long ago. You would not have him
killed here, before my eyes? Come!
Oh, do come!"
Lead the way," he answered
sternly. "Call your loudest for oth
er help. I make no promise, but I
will see this tragedy."
She ran back along the path, and
he followed her. They turned sud
denly an abrupt corner, and came
upon two men locked In each
other's arms, and swaying back
ward and forward upon the short
green turf. The lunatic, an Immense
fellow, more than six feet high, was
clutching his opponent's throat with
his left hand, while with his right
he brandished a long table-knife
with keenly sharpened edge. The
struggle was virtually over. The
madman's strength was more than
human, and desperately though he
had struggled, Lord St. Maurice
was lying exhausted and overcome
in his arms.
With a final effort he turned his
head at the sound of footsteps, and
saw them come his wife and this
shrunken little old man. But close
at hand though they were, nothing
could help him now. He saw the
steel flashing in the sunlight, and
he closed his eyes.
The knife descended, but Lord St.
Maurice remained unhurt. With a
swiftness which seemed almost in
credltable, the Sicilian had sprung
between them, and the knife was
quivering in his side. Behind, the
lunatic was struggling helplessly in
the grasp of three keepers.
There was a wild cry of horror
from Lady St. Maurice, a choking
gasp of relief from her husband,
and a horrid chuckle of triumph
from the madman as he gazed upon
his handiwork. But after that there
was silence a deep, awe-stricken
silence the silence of those who
stand in the presence of death.
Count Marionl lay on the turf
where he had sunk, very white and
very still, with the blood dropping
slowly from his wound upon the
grass, and his eyes closed. At first
they thought that he was already
dead; but, as though aroused by
Lady St Maurice's broken sobs, he
opened his eyes and looked up. His
lips moved, and she stooped low
down to catch the sound.
"Will you tell Margharlta that
this was best?" he faltered. "I
have heard a whisper from over the
sea, and and the White Hyacinth
forgives. I forgive. She will un
derstand." "Leonardo," she sobbed, "your
sideratlon, I made up quite an inno
cent powder, which might cause a
little momentary faintness, but
which could do no further harm,
and I gave it to him as the real
thing. I couldn't take money for
doing a little thing like that, so he
pressed this ring upon me. You
see, it really has a history."
Lord Lumley took his wife's hand
and pressed it tenderly. In the deep
gloom of the shop the curio dealer
could not see the tears which glis
tened in her dark eyes.
"We will have the ring!" Lord
Lumley seid, taking a note from his
pocket-book and handing It across
The man held it up to the light.
"One hundred pounds," he re
marked. "I shall owe your lordship
Lord Lumley shook his head.
"No, Slgnor Paschul, you owe me
nothing; it is I who owe you a
wife. Come, Margharita, let us get
out into the sunshine again."
And Signor Paschul kept the note.
But he has come to the conclusion
that all Englishmen traveling on
their honeymoon are mad.
NELLY LEICHT, Correspondent
The declamatory contest was held
here April 3 and the winners were:
division 3 humorous, Jenibel Corey
and Earnest Johnstead; division 2
non-humorous, James Knight; div
ision 2 humorous, Lloyd Oliver; div
ision 3 high school non-humorous,
Dorothy Isom; humorous, Edward
Haughton, and Bell Fredcrickson
in division 2 high school non-humorous.
Mrs. Frank Leicht entertained the
Community club at her home Mar.
27. Delicious refreshments were
served to the 16 ladies present
The Irrigon Club band played a
few selections at the teachers insti
tute at Boardman March 29. They
also appeared at the church on Eas
Mrs. G. Haskal entertained the
John Day Valley Freight Line
Operating between Heppner and Portland and
John Day Highway Points.
Prompt delivery, rates reasonable
plus personal and courteous service.
$10,000 cargo insurance.
CITY GARAGE, Local Agent, Phone 172
Home Economics club at her home
April 4. Twenty ladies crocheted
blocks for a couch cover. Refresh
ments were served by Mrs. George
Haskal and Mrs. R. Williams.
The Irrigon Melon association is
buying a 10-ton scale to be placed
along the highway for public service.
Mrs. Frank Strader was shopping
in Pendleton last week.
Mrs. McCoy is ill at the Pendle-1
ton hospital where she underwent
an operation last week. She is re
ported to be recovering nicely.
The club band is preparing for
the Oregon state contest to be held
at Portland May 10.
Dr. Clarke, of the Clarke Optical
Co., 202 and 203 Merchants Trust
Bldg., Portland, Ore., EYE SIGHT
SPECIALISTS, will be in Heppner
all day and evening, Sunday and
Monday, April 14 and 15 at the Ho
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He interrupted her.
"This is my vengeance!" he said.
"I have kept my oath!"
Then he closed his eyes, and a
gray shade stole into his pallid face.
A breeze sprung up from the sea,
and the tall, blood-red poppies,
which stood up all around him like
a regiment of soldiers, bent their
quivering heads till one or two of
them actually touched his cheek.
He did not move; he was dead.
Lord and Lady Lumley had lin
gered long in Rome, and now, on
the eve of their departure, they had
spent nearly the whole of a bright
November afternoon buying curios
of a wizened old dealer, whose shop
they had found in one of the dark
narrow streets at the back of the
Piazzo Angelo. Lady Lumley had
taken up a curious old ring, and
was examining it with a vague
sense of familiarity.
Ten pounds for that ring, my
lady," the curio dealer remarked,
and it has a history, xou will see
that It bears the arms and motto
of the Marionla, once the most pow
erful family In Sicily. I had it from
the late Count himself."
Lady Lumley sank into the little
chair by the counter, holding the
ring tightly In her hand.
"Will you tell us the history?"
she asked In a low tone.
The man hesitated.
"If I do so," he said doubtfully,
"will you promise to keep It abso
"Well, then, I have told It to no
one vet, but I will tell It to you.
Many years ago I was a chemist,
and among my customers was
Count Leonardo di Marionl. His his
tory was a very sad one, as doubt
less you may have heard. When
he was quite a young man he was
arrested on. some political charge,
and imprisoned for flve-and-twenty
yearsa cruel time. Well, scarcely
more than twelve months ago he
came to me here, so altered that I
found it hard indeed to recognize
him. Poor old gentlemen, when he
had talked for a while, I felt quite
sure that his long confinement had
affected his mind, and his errand
with me made me sure of it He
came to buy a celebrated poison
which I used at one time to be se
cretly noted for, and I could tell
from his manner that he wanted
it for some fatal use. Well,
thought at first of refusing It alto
gether, but what was the use of
that? Some one else would have
sold him an equally powerful Pol
and you may son, and the mischief would be done
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