Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 22, Number 13, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 19 September 1891 — Page 2

CHAFFER VI.

LISTENED to his narrative with a pa in m1 feeding at my huart, ami shuddering .sensation as of icy cold ran through mv veins. Why. I had fancied that all who behr-ld Nina must, perforce, love and admin* her. True, when this old man was accidentally knocked down by her horses (a circumstance nhe had never mentioned to me) it was careless of her not to stop

and make inquiry as as to the extent of his injuries, but she was young and thoughtless she could not be intentionally heartless. I was horrified to think that she should have made such an enemy as even this aged and poverty-stricken wretch but I said nothing. I had no wish to betray myself. Ho waited for me to speak, and grew impatient at my silence. "Say now, my friend." he queried, with a sort of childish eagerness, "did I not take a good vengeance? God himself could not have done better!" "I think your wife deserved her fnte," I said curtly, "but I cannot say that I admire you for being her murderer."

He turned upon ute rapidly, throwing both hands above his head with frantic gesticulation. His voice rose to a kind of muftird shriek. "Murderer you call me—h" ha! that is good. No, no! She murdered me! I tell you 1 died when I saw her asleep In her lover's arms—she killed me at one blow. A devil rose? up in my body and took swift revenge that devil is lu me now, a brave devil, a strong devil! That is why 1 do not fear the. plague the devil in me frighten -, away death. Some day it wUI lease hi."- here his smothered veil -i*nic gradually to a feeble, weary tone "yes. it will leave me and 1 shall linil a dark place where I can sleep I do not sleep much now." lie eyed mo half wistfully. "You see," he explained, almost gently, "nsy memory is very good, and when one thinks tf many things one cannot sleep, it is many years ago, hut every night I see her she come to me wringing her little while hands, her blue eyes stare, I hear her short moans of terror. Every night, every night!" He paused, and passed his hand in a bewildered way across his forehead. Then, like a man suddenly wakhig from sleep, he stared as though he saw me now for the IfrAt time, and broke Into a low chuckling laugh. "What a thing, what a thing it is, tho memory!" he muttered. "Strangest range! See, I remembered all that, and forgot you! Hut 1 know what you want-a suit, of clothes—yes, you need them badly, and 1 also need the money for them. Ha, ha! And you will not have the line coat of Milord lnglese! No, no! 1 understand. 1 will find YOU some-thing--patience, patience!"

And ho began to gropo among a number of things that were thrown In a confused heap at tho back of tho shop. While in this attitude ho looked so gaunt and grim that he reminded me. of an aged vulture stooping over carrion, and yet there was something pltiablo about him too. In a way I was sorry for him a poor half-witted wretch, whoso life had been full of such gall and wormwood. What a different fate was hia to tnlno, I thought! I had endured butono short night of agony how trifling it seemed compared to his hourly romorso and suffering! He hated Nina for %n net of thoughtlessness well, no doubt she was not the only woman whose existence annoyed him It was most probable that he was at enmity with all women. I watched him pityingly as he searched among the worn-out garments which were his stock-in-trade, and wondered why death, so active In smiting down the strongest In the city, should have thus cruelly passed by this forlorn wreck of human misery, for whom tho grave would have surely been a most' welcome reh .i«« and rest He turned round at la-i with an exulting gesture, "I have i-.tund it!" he exclaimed. "The I rerv thin« to suit you. You art1 p***"-! haps a corai- thl.er? You will like a fish-' rinan -iit. H'-re is one, read sash, cup ami all in Ueaut'tful cos litto! lie thai u..re it about Vtmr ii«Sght—ii iii M] we!! as it lit ted hi tu and, 5 look yu' the plague is not in ft the sea, has soaked through and through It: It smells of the *and and weed."

He pre ad out the rough garb Ivofore 1 glanced at ft carelessly. "IMd the former wearer kill his wife?"* 1 a-keii, with a slight smile.

The oia rag-picker shook his head and a with his outspread fingers nri-ssH .» of contempt. "No he! lie was a himseif." ••How a.s that? 1 __ "Che! He knew very well what dohig. happened onlv two months sirsoe. It was ?.-r the «ake of a black-eyed jade—he lives and laughs aUdarhmg up at Sorrento, He had on a i-.T.j voyage, he brought her 5»*»n* for tier throat and ror%i pins for her ha-r. J»be bad promised to marry tnm. He had just Sanded he met her ou i)«-«u:jv offered !u the jwarl and coral trinkets. She U»rew them hack and told htm she was Umi o! him. Just uoihtaa wow- He tried soiteb her--she r»«e*i at him like a titercat.. Yes, 1 waso«eoft.he Utile crowd that ood rvurd them on the quay—l saw it ail. Her Mack t»t« fta*h««i. she atsd bn her Hps at hfm. her full h*-snm heaved sis though it wo«id bortt her !.w-4 IHMIww oa»T kci-e-.H, but she gave herself the airs of a qi- -oa. *1 am Ure-d of

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head a little—turned—and before any hand could stop him, he sprang from the edge of the quay Into the waves they closed over his head, for he did not try to swim he just sank down, down, like a stone. Next day his body came ashore, and I bought his clothes for two francs you shall have them for four." "And what became of the girl?" 1 asked. "Oh, she! She laughs all day long, as I told you. She has a new lover every week. What should she care?" 1 drew out my purse. "I will take this suit," I said, "you ask four francs, here are six, but for the extra two you must show me some private corner where I can dress." "Yes, yes. Hut certainly!" and the old fellow trembled all over with avaricious eagerness as I counted the silver pieces Into his withered palm. "Anything to oblige a generous stranger! There is the place I sleep in it is not much, but there is a mirror—her mirror —the only thing I keep of hers Come this way, come this way!"

And stumbling hastily along, almost falilng over the disordered bundles of clothing that lay about in all directions, he opened a little door that seemed to be cut in the wall, and led mo into a kind of close cupboard, smelling most vilely, and furnished with a miserable pallet bed and one broken chair. A small square pane of glass admitted light enough to see all that there was to be seen, and close to this extemporised window hung the mirror alluded to a beautiful thing set in silver of antique workmanship, the costliness of which I at once recog-

A BITTEH rANO SHOT TIIKOt'OH MR.

nlsed, though into tho glass itself 1 dared not for a moment look. The ok' man showed mo wifh some pride that tin the door to this narrow den of his locked from within. "I made the lock and key, and fitted it all myself," he said. "Look how neat and strong! Yes! 1 was clever once at all that work—it was my trade—till that morning when I found her with the singer from Venice, then 1 forgot all I used to know—it wont away somehow, I could never understand why. Hero is the fisherman's suit you can take your time to put it on—fasten tho door—the room is at your service."

And ho nodded several times in a manner that was meant to bo friendly, and loft mo. 1 followed his advice at once and locked mysolf lu. Thon I stepped steadily to the mirror hanging on (the wall, and lookod at my own roflection. A bitter pang shot through me. The dealer's sight was good, ho had said truly. was old! If twenty years of suffering had passed over my head they could hardly have changed me more terribly. My illness had thinned my faco and marked it with deep lines of pain my eyes had retreated far back into my head, while a certain wildness of expression in them bore witness to the terrors I had suffered In the vault, and to crown all, my hair was indeed porfectly whito. 1 understood now the alarm of the man who had sold me grapes on the highway that morning—my appearance was strange enough to startle any one. Indeed, I scarcely recognized myself. Would mv wife—would Guido recognize me? Almost I doubted it. This thought was so painful to me that the tears sprang to my eyes. I brushed them away in haste. "Fie on thee, Fahio! Ho a nian!" I said, addressing myself angrily. "Of what matter after all whether hairs are black or white? What matter how tho face changes, so long as the heart is true? For a moment, perhaps, thy love may grow pale at sight of thee: out when she knows of thy sufferings, wilt thou not be dearer to .her than ever? Will not one of her soft embraces recompense thee for all thy past anguish, and imftle© to make thee young again?"

And thus encouraging my siokiog spirits, I quickly arrayed myself in tne JSoopoiiian coral-fisher's garb. The trousers were very loose- and were provided with two Joivg. deep |HK-kets—con-venient receptacles which easily contained the leathern hags of gold and jewels I had taken from the brigand's ootBo. When lay hasty toilet was completed I took another glance at the mirror—this sme with a half smile. True, 1 was greatly altered: hut after all I did not look so bad. The fisherman's picturesque costume became me well lh« scarlet cap sat -Jauntily oa the snowwhite curls that clustered thickly over mv forehoad. and the consciousness I had cf approaching happiness seat a tittle of the old fearless lustra back Into my sunken eyes. Besides, I keew I thould -riot always hare this careworn and wasted appearance rest, and perhaps a change of air, woaW Infallibly restore the rottttdneasi to toy face and tho fre*hoe«s to »y complex Jen. even my white locks might ret«n* to their pristine colour—*aeb this** had beea—**(! supposing they remained white—wall!

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL

there were many who would admire the peculiar contrast between a young man's face and an old man's hair.

Having finished dressing I unlocked the door of the stuffy cabin and called tho old rag-picker. He came shuffling along with his head bent, but raising his eyes as ho approached me, he threw up his hands in astonishment, exclaiming: "Santissima Madonna! But you are a fine man—a fine man! Eh, eh! Holy Joseph! What height and breadth! A pity—a pity you are old you must have been strong when you were young!"

Half in a joke, and half to humour him in his fancy for mere muscular force, 1 rolled up the sleeve of my jacket to the shoulder, saying lightly: "Ob, as for being strong! There Is plenty of strength in me still, you see."

He stared laid his yellow fingers on mv bared arm with a kind of ghoul-like interest and wonder, and felt the muscles of it witj childish, almost maudlin admiration. "Beautiful, beautiful!" he mumbled. "Like iron—just think of it! Yes, yes. You could kill anything easily. Ah! I used to be like that once. I was clever at sword-play. I could, with well-tem-pered steel, cut asunder a soven-times-folded piece of silk at one blow without fraying out a thread. Yes, as neatly as one cuts butter! You could do that too if you liked. It all lies iu the arm—the the brave arm that kills at a single stroke."

And he gazed at me intently with his small bear eyes as though anxious to know more of my character and temperament. I turned abruptly from him, and called his attention to my own discarded garments. "See," I said carelessly, "yon can have these, though they are not of much value. And, stay, here are another three francs for some socks and shoes, which I daresay you can find to suit me."

He clasped his hands ecstatically, and poured out a torrent of thanks and praises for this additional and unexpected sum, and protesting by all the aints that he and the entire contents of his shops were at tho service of so generous a stranger, he at once produced the articles 1 asked for. I put them on -and then stood up thoroughly equipped and ready to make my way back to my own home when I choose. But I had resolved on one thing. Seeing that 1 was so greatly changed, 1 determined not to go to tho Villa Romani by daylight, lest I should startle my wife too suddenly. Women are delicate—my unexpected appearance might give her a nervous shock which perhaps would have serious results. I would wait till the sun had set, and then go up to the house by a back way I knew of, and try to get speech with one of the servants. 1 might, even meet my friend, Guido Ferrari, and he would break tho joyful news of my re-

EYES QLITTEBING WITH A MALIGNANT EXPRESSION.

turn from death to Nina by degrees, and also prepare her for my altered looks. While those thoughts flitted rapidly through my brain tho old ragpicker stood near me with his head on one side liko a medkativo raven, and regarded me intontlv. "Are you going far?" ho asked at last, with a kind of timidity. "Yes," I answered him abruptly "very far."

Ho laid a detaining hand on ray sleeve, and his eyes glittered with a malignant expression. "Toll me," ho muttered eagerly, "tell me—I will keep the secret. Are you going to a woman?"

I looked down upon him half in disdain, half in amusement. "Yes!" 1 said quietly "I am going to a woman."

He broke into a silent laughter—hideous laughter that contorted his visage and twisted his body in convulsive wrlthlngs. 1 glanced at him in dusgust, and shaking his hand from my arm, 1 made my way to the door of the shop. Ho hobbled quickly after me, wiping away the moisture that his inward merriment had brought Into his eyes. "Going to a woman!" he crooked. "Ha, ha! You are not tho first, nor will you he the last that has gone so! Going to a woman! that is well—that is good! Go to her, go! You are strong you have a brave arm! Go to her find her out. and —kill her! Yes. yes—you will bo able to do it easily—quite easily! Go and kill her!"

He stood at his low door mouthing and pointing, his stunted figure and evil face reminding me of oncof lleinrich Heine's dwarf devils who are depicted as piling fire on the heads of the saints. I bade him "Good day" in an indifferent tone, but he made no answer. I walked slowly away. Looking hack once I saw him still standing on the threshold of his wretched dwelling, his wicked mouth working itself Into all manner of grimaces, while with his crooked fingers he made signs in the air as if he caught an invisible something and throttled it. I went on down the street and out of It into the hroadcr thoroughfares, with bis fast words ringing in my oars, "Go and kill herf

CHAPTER VIL

way packing a

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OW that day seemed very long to me. I wandered aimlessly about tho city, seetag few faces that I koew,for the wealthier inhabi tants, afraid of the cholera, had either left the place altogether, or remained closely

ihct within their own booses. Everywhere I weot something bore wttoeM of the terrible rmvagtss of the plague. At almost every corner I mot a funeral procecatao. Once I came upon group of tots who wero standing Is aa open door-

dead body Into a coffin

too small for it. There was something truly revolting in the way they doubled up the arms and legs and squeezed in in the shoulders of the deceased man— one could hear the bones crack. I watched the brutal proceedings for a minute or so, and then I said aloud:

A'You had better make sure he is quite dead." The beccamorti looked at me in surprise one laughed grimly and swore. "By the body of God, if I thought he were not I would twist his accursed neck for him! But the cholera never fails, he is dead for certain—see!" And he knocked the head of. the corpse to and fro against the sides of the coffin with no more compunction than if it had been a block of wood. Sickened at the sight, I turned away and said no more. On reaching one of the more important thoroughfares I perceived several knots of people collected, who glanced at one another with eager yet shamed faces, and spoke in low voices. A whisper reached my ears, "The king! the king!" All heads were turned in one direction 1 paused and looked also. Walking at a leisurely pace, accompanied by a few gentlemen of earnest mien and grave deportment, I saw the fearless monarch, Humbert, of Italy—he whom his subjects delight to honor. He was making a round of visits to all the vilest holes and corners of the city, where the plague raged most terribly he had not so much as a cigarette in his mouth to ward off infection. He walked with the easy and assured step of a hero his face was somewhat sad as though tho sufferings of his people had pressed heavily upon his sympathetic heart. I bared my head reverently as he passed his keen kind eyes lighted on me with a smile. "A subject for a painting, yon whitehaired fisherman!" I heard him say to one of his attendants. Almost I betrayed myself. I was on tho point of springing forward and throwing myself hais feet to tell him my story. It seemed to me both cruel and unnatural that he, my beloved Sovereign, should pass me without recognition—me, to whom he had spoken so often and so cordially. For when I visited Rome, as I was accustomed to do annually, there were few more welcome guests at the balls of the Quirinal Palace than Count Fabio Romani. I began to wonder stupidly who Fabio Romani was tho gay gallant known as such seemed no longer to have any existence—a "white-haired fisherman" usurped his place. But though I thought these things I refrained from addressing the King. Some impulse, however, led me to follow him at a respectful distance, as did also many others. Ill's Majesty. strolled through the most pestilential streets with as much uuconcern as though he were taking his pleasure in a garden of roses ho stepped quietly into the dirtiest hovels where lay both dead and dying he spoke words of kindly encouragement to tho grief-stricken and terrified mourners who stared through their tears at the monarch with astonishment and gratitude silver and gold were gently dropped into the hands of tho suffering poor, and the very pressing cases received the Royal benefactor's personal ittention and immediate relief. Mothers with infants in their arms knelt to implore tho king's blessing, which to pacify 'Jiom ho gave with a modest hesitation as though ho thought himself unworthy, &nd yot with a parontal tenderness that was infinitely touching. One wild-eyed black-hairSd girl flung herself down on tho ground right in the king's path she kissed his foot, and then sprang erect with a gesture of triumph. "I am saved!" she cried, "tho plague cannot walk in tho satno road with tho king I"

Humbert smiled and regarded her somewhat as an indulgent father might regard a spoilt daughter but he said nothing and passed on. A cluster of men and women standing at the open door of one of the poorest looking houses in tho street next attracted the monarch's attention. There was some noisy argument going on two or three beccamorti wero loudly discussing together and swearing profusely—some women wore crying bitterly, and in tho center of the excited group a coffin stood on end as though waiting for an occupant. One of the gentlemen in attendance on the king preceded him and announced his approach, whereupon the loud clamor of tongues ceased, tho men bared their heads, and tho women checked their sobs. "What is wrong here, my friends?" the monarch asked with exceeding gentleness.

There was silence for a moment tho beccamorti looked sullen and ashamed. Then one of the women with a fat goodnatured face, and eyes rimmed redly

I

Wmi-EYED Gnu

round with weeping, elbowed her way through the little throng to the front and spoke. "May the Holy Virgin and saints bless yonr Majesty!'* she cried in shrill accents. "And as for what fs wrong, it woold soon be right if those shameless pigs," pointing to the beccamorti. "would let us alone. They will kill a man rather than wait an hoar—one little hour! The girl is dead, your Majesty —and Giovanni, poor lad! will not leave hen he has bis two arms round her tight —Holy Virgin! think of It! a»d she a cholera corpse—and do what we ran, he will not be parted from her, and they seek her body for the burial. And if we force him away, poverino, he will lose his h?ad for certain. One little hoar, yonr Majesty, Just one, and tho reverend father will com« and persuade Giovanni better than we can,"

The King raised his hand with a slight gesture of command—the little crowd parted before him—and he entered the miserable dwelling wherein lay the corpse that was the cause at all the argument. Eta attendants followed X, too, availed myself a corner la the doorway. The disclosed was so terrible path'eUe, that fewjoould look tipott without emo-

tion—Humbert of Italy himself uncovered his head and stood silent. On a poor palle: bed lay the fair body of a girl in her first youth, her tender loveliness as yet untouched even by the disfiguring marks of the death that had overtaken her. One would have thought she slept had it not been for tho rigidity of her stiffened limbs, and the wax-like pallor of her face and hands. Right across her form, almost covering it from view, a man lay prone, as though he had fallen there lifeless indeed he might have been dead also for any sign he showed to the contrary. His arms were closed firmly round tno girl's corpse,—his face was hidden from view on the cold breast that would no more respond to the warmth of his caresses. A straight beam of sunlight shot like a golden spear into tho dark little room and lit up the whole scene, —the prostrate figures on the 'ucd. tho erect form of the compassionate King, and the crave and anxious faces of tho little crowd of people who stood around him. "See! that is the way he has been ever since last night when she died," whispered the woman who had before spoken—"and his hands are clinched around her like iron—one cannot move a finger!"

The King advanced. Ho touched the shoulder of the unhappy lover. His voice, modulated to an exquisite softness, struck on the ears of the listeners like a noto of cheerful music. "Figllo moi!"

There was no answer. The women, touched by the simple endearing words of the monarch, begau to sob, though gently, and even tho mon brushed a fow drops from their eyes. Again tho Kiug spoke: "Figllo mio! I am your King. Have you no greeting for me?"

The man raised his head from its pillow on tho breast of the beloved corpse and stared vacantly at the royal spoaker. His haggard faco, tangled hair, and wild eyes gave him tho appearance of one who had long wandered in a labyrinth of frightful visions from which there was no escape but self-murder. "Your hand, my son!" resumed the King in a tone of soldier-like authority.

Continued on Third Page.

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