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THURSDAY, MARCH 21, 1929.
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THE BARNWELL PEOPLE-SENTINEL. BARNWELL. SOUTH CAROLINA
PACE THREE
UlUSRAKDBf FRWKBJtRUBH
Ninth Installment
WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE
Palermo is the scene. There an exile,
Leonardo di Marioni, has come for love
of .Adrienne Cartuccio, who spurns hiifc
He meets an Englishman, Lora 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 beifff^iBade 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.
Inflamed by the failure of his scheme,
Leonardo sees Margharita who shows him
she knows that he was instigator of the
attempted attack. The Englishman now
sees Adrienne often. The Englishman, sit
ting in the hotel, finds a dagger at his feet.
Looking up, he sees the Sicilian, and scents
trouble. “We sat here a week ago,” re
calls Leonardo. Lord St. Maurice nods.
Leonardo and the Englishman quarrel.
The Englishman at first refused to accept
a challenge to duel, then when the Italian
slaps him consents. The two men face
each other ready to fight to the death.
Margharita stops the duel by coming just
in the nick of time to save the Englishman
from his fate, with two officers who arrest
the exile Leonardo. Leonardo vows ven
geance. After 25 years in jail he is again
at his hotel, an old, broken man with only
memories left to him.
At his hotel the proprietor, worried
about him, advertises for his friends and
Leonardo is first visited by the woman he
had loved, whom he shoos out of his sight.
Then there comes to him the daughter of
his sister, whom he greets in great sur
prise. He learns that his sister is dead.
Count Leonardo tells his niece the story
of his love for Margharita. She is sympa
thetic.
Margharita Briscoe takes a post at the
home of Lady St. Maurice, Marioni’s for
mer love, as a governess in order to be in
a position to wreak vengeance upon her.
Lord Lumley, the son of Lady St. Mau
rice, talks to his mother of Miss Briscoe
and Lady St. Maurice begins telling him
about the past.
NOW GO 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. W ould this tiew develop
ment hinder his purpose, or was it
favorable to him?
“Leonardo’s sister, Lumley, was my i
dear friend. She married a man
named Briscoe, and died very soon
afterward. Margharita is their daugh
ter, and, Lumley, there is no English
blood in her veins. She is a Marioni!
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 mur
derous 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 because
she happens to resemble the Count
di Marioni. Isn’t that a little unfair
to her? W’hat can she know of an
oath which was sworn five-and-twenty
vears ago, long before she was born.
W hy, I don’t suppose that she ever
heard of it.”
She smiled a little sadly.
“Lumley, I do not attempt to defend
my feeling. Of course it is absurd to
connect her with it, really.”
“I was sure that you would say so,
mother.”
“But, Lumley, although I cannot
defend it the feeling remains. Listen.
No woman has known greater hap
piness than I have. My life has been
sometimes almost too perfect, and yet
I never altogether forgot those passion
ate words of Leonardo’s. They lay
like a shadow across my life, darken
ing and growing broader as the years
of his confinement passed aw’ay. 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 1 W r hy did he
come, almost on the day of his release,
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, instead of lingering in those
sunny southern towns where many
friends still remained who would have
and kissed her forehead.
- “Mother, you have too much imag
ination,” he said gently. “Look at
the matter seriously. Granted that
this old man still harbors a senseless
resentment against you. Yet what
could he do? He forgets the days in
which he lives, and the country to
which you belong 1 Vendettas and
romantic vengeances, such as he may
have dreamt of five-and-twenty years
ago, are extinct even in his own land;
fiere, jhey eannoJL ke taken seiiously
at all 1”
She shivered a little, and looked into
his face as though comforted in some
measure.
“That is what I say to myself,
you. Truly, yours will be no crime,
but the world and the courts of jus
tice would have it otherwise. You
will, in verity, be but the instrument.
Upon my head be the guilt, as mipe
will be the exceeding joy, when the
thing for which I crave is accom
plished. Bless you, my child, that you
have elected to aid me in carrying out
this most just requital 1 Bless you,
my child, that you. have chosen to
bring peace into the neart of one who
has known great suffering 1
“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
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Miss Briscoe Enters the Room.
i
received 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 per
son, his white hairs, to all the terrible
evidences of his long imprisonment,
and once more, with the same passion
which had trembled in his tope 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. Every
feature in the girl’s magnificent face,
and ev£ry movement of her figure,
reminds me that she is a Marioni!”
She had risen and was standing by
his side, a beautiful, but a suffering
jYoman. He took her into his arms
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 superstitious race!”
“1 am sorry that Miss Briscoe
should he the means of bringing those
unpleasant thoughts to you,” he re
marked thoughtfullv. “Mother!”
“Yes, Lumley.” ' *
“Would it be a great trouble to
you if—some day—I asked you to re
ceive licit 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 1 care for her, mother.
“You have not—spoken to her?”
“No. 1 should not have said any
thing to you yet, only it pained me to
think that there was anything be
tween you—any aversion, 1 mean. I
thought that if you knew, you would
try and overcome it”
I cannot 1”
Mother 1”
Lumley, I cannot 1 She looks at
me out of his eyes; she speaks to me
with his voice; something tells me
that she bears in hfler heart his hate
toward me. You do not know these
Marionis! They arc one in hate and
one in love; unchanging and hard as
the rocks on w’hich their castle frowns.
Even Margharita herself, in the old
days, never forgave me for sending
Leonardo to prison, although I saved
her lover’s life as well as mine. Lum
ley, you have said nothing to her?”
“Not yet.”
“She would not marry youl I tell
you that in her heart she hates us all 1
Sometimes I fancy that she is here—
only ”
“Mother 1”
He laid his hand firmly upon her
white trembling arm. She looked
around, following his eyes. Margha
rita, pale and proud, was standing upon
the threshold, with a great bunch of
white hyacinths in the bosom of her
black dress.
“Am I intruding?” she asked quietly.
“I will come down some other eve
ning.”
Lord Lumley sprang forward to
stop her; hut his mother was the first
to recover herself.
“Pray don’t go away, Margharita,”
she said, with prefect self-possession
“Only a few minutes ago we were
complaining 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 he found time for an admiring
glance toward his mother. /She had
taken up a paper knife, and was cut-
ting the ; pages of her book;—It was
the savoir-faire of a great lady.
A Correspondence
Letter from Count Leonardo di Mari
oni to Afiss M. Briscoe, care of the
Earl of St, Maurice, Mallory
Grange, Lincolnshire.
“Hotel de Paris, Turin.
“My‘Beloved Niece: Alas!
have but another disappointment to
recount. I arrived here last night,
arid early this morning I visited the
address which I obtained at Florence
with so much difficulty. The house
was shut up. From inquiries made
with caution among the neighbors I
learned that Andrea Paschuli had left
a few months before for Rome.
Thither I go in search of him.
“The delay is irksome, but ft 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
am thankful to say, yet, were it other
wise, I know th^t my strength w’ould
linger with me till my oath is ac
complished. Till that day shall come
death itself has no power over me.
Even though its shadow lay across
my path I could still defy it. Think
not that I am blaspheming, Margha
rita, or that I believe in no G<h1. I
believe in a God of justice, and he will
award me my right. Oh, that the
time may he short, for I am growing
weary. Life is very burdensome, save
only for its end.
“Sometimes, my beloved Margharita,
you have sought to lighten the deep
gloom through which I struggle, by
picturing the happy days we may yet
spend together in some far-distant
country, where the shadows of this
great selfish world barely 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 ISte I have wondered whether I do
well in thus silently deceiving you.
For, Margharita, there is no such time
f 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 sor
row. The limit of my days is fixed—
not in actual days or w’eeks, 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 con
trols? 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 calmlv. Ask
yourself rather what further life could
mean for me. There is no joy which"
I desire; my worn-out frame could
find no pleasure in dragging out a
tasteless and profitless existence. I
look for death as one looks for his
couch w^io has toiled and labored
through the heat of the day. I shall
find there rest and peace. I have no
other desire.
“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
good profit out of my lands during my
imprisonment. I have wealth to leave,
and it is yours. The Castle of the
Marionis will be yours, and well I
know you will, raise once tnOre and
uphold the mighty, though fallen, tra
ditions of our race. I leave all fear
lessly in your hands, at your entire
disposal. Only one thing I beg of
you, and that without fear of refusal.
Marry not an Englishman. Marry
one of the nobility of our own island,
if you can find one worthy*of you; if
not, there are nobles of Italy with
whom your alliance would, be an
honor, and also a profit. You will be
rich as you are beautiful; and the
first lady in Italy, our distant kins
woman, 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. /
“Leonardi di ‘
Continued Nex
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