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9^ # wusrfwo) w rnwKtMVDi . ^ Fifth Installment WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE Palermo is the scene. There an exile, Leonardo cii Marioni, has come for love of Adrienne Cartuccio, who spurns hirtV He meets an Englishman, Lord St. Mau rice, who falls in love with Adrienne on sight. • Leonardo sees his sister Margharita, who tells him his love for Adrienne is hope less. But he pleads with her to arrange an accidental meeting, to say farewell, be tween Adrienne and him. She consents. That night the Englishman is informed of an attempt being made -to carry off Signorina Cartuccio, and Mar gharita, 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. Intttmea oy tne failure of his scheme, I>eonardo sees Margharita who shows him she knows that he w’as instigator of the attempted attack. The Englishman now sees Adrienne often. The Englishman, sit ting in the hotel, funis a dagger at his feet. Lookirg u? ^ sets the SiciV.n. md scents trouble. “\Ve :at hc.v a uei!: t. b o, r re calls Leonardo. Lord St. Maurice nods. Leonardo and the Englishman quarrel. The Englishman at first refused to accept a chalieiiKe to duel, then when the Italian slaps him consents. Tha two men face C'**;!: c f her ready ito fight to the death. NOW CO oy WITH THE STORY It was a fair spot which their two seconds had chosen to stain with bloodshed. Close almost to their feet, the blue waters of the Mediterranean, plisteninp in the early morning sun light. broke in ln;y t rippling waves upon the firm white sand. Inland was a .semi-circle of steep clitTs 1 , at the base of which there were great bowlders of rock, fern-covered and with hyacinths of many colors growing out of the crevices, and lending a sweet fragrance to the fresh morning air. It was a spot shut off from the world, for the towering cliffs ran out into the sea on either side, completely enclosing the little cove* There was only one pos sible approach to it, save by boat, and that a difficult and tedious one, and. looking upward from thr shfwe, hard to discover. Hut on the northward side the cliffs suddenly dropped, and in the cleft was a thick plantation of aloes, through which a winding path led down to the beach. Perhaps of all the little group gath ered down there to witness and take part in the coming , tragedy. Signor Pruccio, Lord St. Maurice’s second, w^s l<*oking the most disturbed and anxious. His man, he knew, must fall, and an ugly sickening dread was in his hdirt. It was so like a murder. He pictured to himself that fair boy ish face—and iu the clear morning sunlight the young Englishman’s face showed marvelously few signs of the night of agony through which he had passed—ghastly and livid, with the stamp of death upon the forehead, and the deep blue eyes glazed and dull. It was an awful thing, yet what could he do ? What hope was there ? Leon ardo di Marioni he knew to be a famous swordsman; Lord St. Maurice had never fenced since he had left Eton, and scarcely remembered the positions. * It was doubtful even whether he had ever held a rapier. But what Signor PrGccio feared most was the pale, unflinching hate in the Sicilian's white face. He loathed it, and yet it fascinated him. He knew, alas 1 how easily, by one swift turn of the wrist, he would be able to pass his sword through the Englishman’s body, mocking at his unskilled defense. He fancied that he could see the arms thrown up to heaven, the fixed, wild eyes, the red blood spurting out from the wound and staining the virgin earth; almost he fancied that he could hear the death-epr break from those agonized white lips. Horrible effort of the imagination! What evil chance had made him offer his services to this young English lord, and dragged him into assisting at a duel which could be blit a farce—worse than a farce, a murder ? He would have given half - his fortune for an earth quake to have come and swallowed upJthat merciless Sicilian. Signor Pruccio had delayed the duel as long as he could, under the pretext of waiting for the doctor who had been instructed to follow them, but who had not yet arrived. Twice the Sicilian had urged that they should commence, and each time he had pleaded that they might wait for a few minutes longer. To enter upon a duel dl'outrance, save in the presence or a medical man, was a thing unheard of, he declared. But at last this respite was exhausted, for the opposing second, with a pleasant smile, had remarked thaf hfe himself was skilled in surgery, and would be happy to officiate should any necessity arise. There was no longer any excuse. Lord St. Maurice himself insisted upon the signal being givqp. Sadly therefore he prepared to give it. Already both men had fallen into position. The word trembled upon his lips. A flock of sea-birds flew screaming » over their heads, and he waited a moment until they should have passed. Then he raised his hand. “Stop 1” The cry was a woman’s.^ They ajl looked round. Only a, few yard* away from them stood Adrienne, her fair hair streaming loose in the morn ing breeze^ and her gown torn and soiled. She had just issued from the sloping aloe plantation, and was trem bling in every limb from the speed of her descent. The cloud on the Sicilian’s face grew black as night. “This is no sight for you to look upon!” he cried, between his teeth. “You will not save your lover by waiting. You had better go, or I will kill him before your eyes 1” She walked calmly between them, and looked from one to the other. “Lord St. Maurice, I need not ask you, I know! This duel is not of your seeking?” “It is not!” he answered, lowering his sword. “This fellow insulted me, and I punished him pt.blicly in the restaurant of the Hotel de 1’Europe last night. - In my opinion, that squared matters, but he demanded sat isfaction, and from his point of view, I suppose he has a right to it. I am quite ready to give it to him.” The seconds had fallen back. They three were alone. She went up to the Sicilian and laid her hand upon his your arrest. Count di Marioni, alian Leonardo di Cortegi, on two counts: first, that you, being an exile, have returned to Italian soil; and secondly, on a further and separate charge of conspiracy against the Italian Gov ernment, in collision with a secret society, calling themselves ‘Members of the Order of the White Hyacinth.’ The proofs of the latter conspiracy, which were wanting at your first trial, have now been furnished.” He touched the little_roll of papers which he had just received, and, with a bow, fell back. There was an omi nous silence. At the mention of his first name a deathlike pallor had swept in upon the Sicilian’s face. His manner suddenly became quite quiet and free from “Stop!” The Cry Was A Woman’s arm. excitement. But there was a look in ‘‘Leonardo, we have been friends, v his dark eyes more awful than had have we not ? Why should you seek to do that which will make us enemies for ever? I have broken no faith with you; I never gave you one word of hope. I never loved you; I never could have loved you! Why<■ should vou seek to murder the man whom I been his previous fury. “You have done a brave thing indeed, Adrienne!” he said slowly. “You have saVed your lover You have betrayed the man who would have given his life to serve you. Listen to me! As I loved you before do love, and make me miserable forJso do I hate you nowl As my love ever ? His face was ghastly, but he showed no sign of being moved by her words. “Bah! You talk as you feel—just now!” he said quickly. “I tell you that I do not believe one word. If he had not come between us, you would have been mine some day. Love like mine would have conquered in the end. Away! away” he cried, pushing her back in growing excite ment, and stamping on tlie ground with his feet. “The sight of you only maddens me, and nerves my arm to Mtt! Though you beg on your knees for his life, that man shall die!” “I shall not beg upon my knees," she answered proudly. “Yet, Leon ardo, for your own sake, for the sake of your own happiness, I bid you once more consider. You would stain your hand with the blood of the man who is more to me than you can ever be. Is this what you call love? Leonardo, beware! I am not a woman to be lightly robbed of what is dear to me. Put up your sword, or you will repent it to your dying day.” The Sicilian was unmoved. Th^ sight of the woman he loved chaipf- pioning his foe seemed to madden him. Out of my way!” he cried, grasp ing his sword firmly. "Lord St. Maurice, are you not weary of skulk ing behind a woman’s petticoats? On guard! I say. On guard!” / She suddenly flung her hands above her head, and there was what seemed to be a miraculous increase in the little group. Three men in plain, dark clothes sprang from behind a'gigantic bowlder, and, in an instant, the Sicilian was seized from behind. He looked around at his captors, pale and furious. They were strangers to him. As yet, he did not realize what had happened. “What docs this mean?” he cried furiously. “Who dares To lay hands upon me? We are on free ground 1” She shook her head. “Leonardo, you have brought this upon yourself,” she said, firmly but compassionately. “You plotted to murder the man I love. I warned you that, to protect him, there was nothing which I would not dare. Only moment ago I gave you another chance. One word from you and I would have thrown these papers into the sea,” producing a packet from her bosom, “rather than have placed them where I do nowl” A fourth man had strolled out of the aloe grove, smoking a long cigar ette. Into his hands Adrienne hac placed the little packet of letters which he accepted with a low bow. Even now the Sicilian felt bewil dered; but as his eyes fell upon the fourth man he started and trembler violently, gazing at him as though fascinated. “I do not understand!” he faltered The fourth man removed his ciga rette from his teeth and produced a paper. “Permit me to explain,” he sak politely. “I have here a warrant for for you in the past has governed my life, and brought me always to your side, so in the days to come shall my undying hate for you and for that man shape my actions and mold my ife, and*bring me over sea and land to the farthest corners of»the earth to wreak my vengeance upon you.*'Be it ten, or twenty, or thirty ^ears, they <eep me rotting in their prisons, the time will come when I shall be free again; and then, beware! Search _ your memory for the legends of our race! Was ever a hate forgotteif, or an oath broken? Hear me swear,” he cried, raising Itis clasped hands above lis head with a sudden passionate gesture, “by/the sun, and the sky, and the sea, and the earth, I swear that, as they continue unchanged and unchanging, so shall my hate for you remain! Ah! you can take your over’s hand, traitress, and think to ind protection there. But in your icart I read your fear. The day shall come when you shall kneel at my feet tor mercy, and there shall be no mercy. Gentlemen, my sword. 1 am at your service.” PART TWO . TWENTY-FI\*E YEARS LATER For thi;ee days Count Leonardo di Marioni abode in his sitting-room at the Hotel Continental, living the life of a man in a dream. So far as the outside world w’as concerned, it was a complete case of suspended animation. Of all that passed around him he was only dimly conscious. The faces of his fellow creatures were strange to him. He had lost touch with the world, and the light of his reason was flickering; almost it seemed as though it would go out indeed, and leave him in the chaos of insanity, echanically he rose late in the morning, ate what was brought to him, or ordered what was suggested. All day long he sat in a sort of dream less apathy, living still the Hfe of the last five-and-twenty years of imprison ment, and finding no change, save that the chair in which he sat was softer, and the fire over which he stretched his withered palms was a new experi ence to him. There were things even which he missed in the freedoin—if freedom it could be called.' He missed the warm dancing sunlight which, day by day, had filled the shabby sitting-room of, his^ confine ment. He missed that patch of deep blue sky seen through hit high, barred window, and the Ira, the outside world had floated through kindly greeting of whid it »g and the simple the black coffee, a had been served t there was som missed. t scents of i day by day, He missed the pitying gaoler, e macaroni, the fruit—which im; and above all, else which he hi mg Continued Next Weds Now For a Slow Car! Pretty nearly everything has been invented, some people will tell you, but we know one thing that is just hollering to see theHight. , That is—a slow car. Almost every car now can do sixty miles an hour. And manufacturers are proud of the high speed to which theif cars can be brought in case of necessity, desire to “show ofT, 4 * or emergency. As yet there is no car invented that cannot go faster than twenty-five^ miles an hour. But think, if the were such a car, how much safer ahd happier millions of daddies in /this country would feel. 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