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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
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- The speed of automobiles thus limit
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“May I print a kiss on your lips?”
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And she nodded her sweet permis
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