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'* * \ # (AT. APRIL 4th, in*. 4 lUUSf RATED BY fMiK&DMJDI Eleventh Installment WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE Palenno is the scene. There an exile, Leonardo di Marioni, has come for love of Adrienne Cartuccio, who spurns hifh. He meets an Englishman, Lord St. Mau rice, who falls in love with Adrienne on •iaht 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. 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 conies 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 l.umley, the son of Lady St. Mau uay. rice, talks to his mother of Miss Briscoe and l^idy St. Maurice begins telling him about the past. Meanwhile Miss Briscoe is corresponding with l^onardo. He writes her of his de •ire for revenge. A corresyamdence between Marioni and his niece lay the plans for the poisoning of Lady St. Maurice, Marioni having obtained the powder from a curio dealer. Mr. Pas- chuli He tells in his letters how be camr to the scene and looked into the window of the St. Maurice home. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "I, too, had a great surprise, Mar gharita. You will not wonder what I mean by that when I tell you that in the light which streamed from the uncurtained window everything in the room was distinctly visible to me horrible. I have tried my utmost to avoid him, to treat him with disdain, to send him away from me. I have steeled my heart and clothed my face with frowns—in vain! The bald fact remains that I love him. Do you despise me, uncle? Sometimes I feel that I deserve it; but I have suffered, 1 am suffering now. I am punished. Do not add your anger to my load! “Immediately you get this, sit down and write to me. Write to me just what is in your heart. Your words I shall set before me as my law. Do not delay, and, if you blame, do not fail to pity me.—Yours ever un changed, “Margharita.” Something in her sad tone and sub dued manner seemed to strike a note of fear in his heart. He leaned for ward, grasping the sides of his chair with nervous, quivering fingers, and looked hurriedly into her face, “No; you have had no chance, then? But you will have soon? Is it not so? Soon, very soon?” She threw her arms around his neck. He made no response, nor did he thrust her away. He remained quite passive. “It is not that, uncle. Oh, listen to me. Do not thrust me away. I cannot do this thing.” He sat as still as marble. There was no change, no emotion in his ‘Margharita, — I have received your letter, and I have pondered over it. You are young to have such a sorrow, yet I do not doubt but that you wHl act as becomes your race. You can rtever think of marriage with this man; you a Marioni, he a St. Maurice! S'et I grieve that you have let such a feeling steal into your heart. Pluck it out, Margharita. I charge you; pluck it out by the roots! Think not of the wrong done to me, or, if you do, think of me not as a man and your uncle, hut as Count I^onardi di \Vas I dreaming, child, or were you | Marioni. the head of ray family, the indeed assenfing to the embrace of the face. Yet her heart sank within her. "Oh, listen to me.” she pleaded passionately. "You do not know her as she is now. She is good and kind —a gentle-hearted woman. It was so long ago; and it was not out of malice to you, but to save the man she loved. You hear me, do you not ? You are listening. She has not for gotten you. Often she sorrows for you. It was cruel—I know that it was cruel—but she was a woman and she loved him. I-et us steal away together and bury these dark dreams of the oast 1 will never leave you: man whose arms were surely around vou? Him, I could not see, for his back was turned to the window; but will you laugh at me. I wonder, if 1 tell you that 1 felt strangely jealous of him. I am a foolish old man, Margharita. but all the love of my heart is yours, and 1 had begun almost to look upon you—in my thoughts—as my own child. I cannot bear the thought of giving you up to any one. You will not think me very, very selfish. I have only a few more months to live, and I know that you will not grudge that much out of your future, that you will stay by me to the end. Afterwards, ! have no wish save for your happiness: ami although 1 must confess that I had hoped >ou might have married one of the sons of our own country. Mill it is you who must choose, and I owe you, or shall owe you soon, too great a debt to press upon you any desire of mine which is not at one with your wishes But 'tell me this—Is he an English man? Alas! 1 fear so. Send me a word by the bearer, and tell me; tell me, too, of what family he is, and whether he is noble. But of that I feel already assured, if he be indeed the man to whom your love is given. “You must surely have sustained a shock at my sudden and rash appear ance. Doubtless you wonder at see ing me here at all. I could not keep away. I must have news day by day, almost hour by hour. It is all that keeps me alive. I must be near to feel that I am breathing the same air as the woman on whom a long-delayed vengeance is about to fall. “I have taken a furnished cottage on the outskirts of this village, and a little more than a mile from Mallory Orange. But do not come to me Dearly as I would love to have you talk to me, and hear from your own lips that all goes well, yet at present it were better noL I will devise some means of communication, anc let you know of it shortly. I am •living here as Mr. Angus.—Yours head of your family. We have been 11 will wait upon you always: I will the victims, but the day of our ven- be your slave. Forgiveness is more geance is at hand. There is no life without its sorrows, child! In the days to come, happiness will teach you to forget this one. Farewell, my child. I shall send you no more notes. Write or come to me the moment the deed is done! ome to me. if you can; I would hear (•our own lips tell me the news. Yet do as seems best to you. In sympathy and love, L. di M. "One word more, child. Do not for a moment tAiagme that I blame you or what has happened. Old man Usough I am, I too know something of the marvels and the vagaries of this a me love. Will can have little to do with its course. I, who have suffered so deeply, Margharita. can and do sympathize and feel for you.” ever, ■ “L. M." “My dear Uncle,—I am a culprit a miserable, pleading culprit. It is true that I love an Englishman—the Tl let II WIILj last night; and it is true that he has asked me to marry him. But I have not told him so, and I have not promised to marry him. That is not all of my confession. Not only is he an jEnglishman, but his name is Lore Lumley St. Maurice, and he is—her son. “Now you know the terrible trouble I am in. I^ast night he was telling me of his love, and assuring me of his mother’s sanction and approval, when your face appeared at the win dow. Can you wonder,at my start, and that I-fainted? Can you wonder that I sit here, after a sleepless night, with eyes that are dim and a heart that has become a stone? 4 *I dread to stir from the room. My position is PART IV “Margharita I You have come at last. It is done, then. Say that it is doner She stood quite still in the humble red-tiled sitting-room, and looked at him with a great compassion shining out of her dark, clear eyes. He was worn almost to a shadow, and his limbs were shaking with weakness, as he half rose to greet her. Only his eyes were still alight and burning. Save for them he might have been a corpse. Something of the old passionate pity swept through her as she stood there, but its fierceness had died away. Her heart leaped no longer in quick re sponse to the fire in those still un dimmed eyes. She had been a girl then, a girl with all the fierce un trained nature of her mother’s race; she was a woman now, a sad-faced, sorrowful woman. He was quick* to see the change. Margharita, my child, you have been ill. - Still she did not answer. Silently she knelt down by the side of his armchair and took his withered, deli cate hand in hers. A great bowl o white hyacinths- stood -on a table by the window, and the air was faint with their perfume. “I am not ill,” she said gently. “I had to run. There was a fire last night at the lunatic asylum at Fritton, and some of the mad people have escaped. I saw one of them in the distance, and the keepers after him They wanted me to go back, but would come.” He stooped down and kissed her forehead,-with cold, dry lips. “I knew that you would be here soon,” he said. | “My letters reachec you safely?” “Yes.” She shuddered, at the gathering strength in his tone, and Hie fierce light which had swept into his face “It is done, child. Say that it is done 1” “No” i •weet than vengeance. Oh, tell me that it shall be so. Why do you not speak to me?” He sat quite still, like a man who is stunned by some sudden and un expected blow. He seemed dazed. She wondered, even, whether he had leard her. Uncle, shall it not be so?” she whispered. “Let us go away from here and leave her. I am not thinking about him. I will not see him again. will never dream of marrying him. ~et us go this very day. this very lour I” Then he turned slowly toward her, thrust her hand from around his neck, and stood up. You have been false to me. Mar gharita,” he said, in a slow, quiet tone. “After all, it is only natural. When you first came to me, I thought saw your mother’s spirit blazing in your dark eyes, and I trusted you. was to blame. 1 forgot the trades man’s blood. I do not curse you. You do not understand, that is all. Learn now that the oath of a Marioni is as deathless and unchangeable as the fills of his native land. Will you go away at once, please? I do not wish to see you again.” His speech so quiet, so self-con tained, bewildered her. There was not a single trace of passion or bitter ness in it. She stretched out her lands toward him, but she felt chilled. “Uncle, you ” “Will you go away, please?” he interrupted coldly. She turned toward the door, weep ing. She had not meant to go far— only out on to the garden-seat, where she might sit and think. But he saw another purpose in her departure, and a sudden passion fired him. She heard his* step as he rose nastily, and she felt his cold fingers upon her wrist. You would go to warn her!” he cried, his voice trembling with anger; I read it in your face. You are as false as sin, but you shall not rob me of the crown of my life I No one shal rob me of it! -Vengeance be longs to me, and by this symbol of my oath I will have it!” He snatched a handful of white the bowl, and crushed them in his fingers. Then he threw them upon the ground and trampled upon them. # “Thus did she betray the sacred bonds of our Order when, for her lover’s sake, she added treachery to cunning, and wrecked my life, made Leonardo, Count of the Marionis, the lonely inmate. of prison walls, the scorn and pity of all men. Thus did she write her own fate upon a far future page of the tablets of time. Talk to me not of forgiveness or mercy, girl! My hate lives in me as the breath of my body, and with my body alonfc will it die!” Continued Next Week General J. 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