Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 22, Number 30, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 16 January 1892 — Page 2

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CHAPTER XXV.

Vincenzo paused. "Well," I said, "what happened next?" "Eccellenza, I could not leave him there without aid. 1 drew my cloak well up to my mouth and pulled my hat

TUKN TOOK WATER FUOM TIIK FOUKTAIN GI.OSK 11V AND DASHED IT OS HIS FACK.

down over my eyes so that he should not reeognir.0 me. Then I took water from the fountain eloso by and dashed it on his face. He soon eame to himself, and taking mo for a stranger, thanked me for my assistance* saying that he had had sudden shock. He then drank greedily Jfrom the fountain and went on his way." "You followed?" "Yes, EcceUenxa,—at a little distance. He next visted a common tavern in one of the baek streets of the city and came out with two men. They were well dressed—shey had tho air of gentlemen spoiled by bad fortune. The Signor talked with them for some time—ho seemed much excited. could not hear what they said except at the end, when these two strangers consented to appear as seconds for Signor t'errari.and thev at once left htm, to come straight •to this hotel And they are arrived, for I saw them through a half open door as

I eame in, talking with the Marquis D'Aveneonrt." "Well," I said, "and what of Sis nor Ferrari when he was left alone bj his .two friends?" "There is nob much more to tell, Eo •cellenjuu tie went up the Utile hill .to his own studio, and 1 noticed that ho walked like a very old man with his

Lead bent. Omv he stopj^ed and shook his list in the uir as though threatoatns? soms one. He lets, himself in at his door with a private key—and 1 saw him no more. I felt that !»»would tiot coma nti again for muio time. As I moved away to return hem heard a sound as of n-rrtV.o win'pisjg." "And that Hail. Vincento?"

STORY% ONE FORGTOJT

HE opening oi the room dooi aroused mo from my meditations. I turned—to iind Vincenzo standing near me, hat in hand—he had just ontered. "Ebbcnel" J"

paid wilii a cheerful air— "what news?" "Eceolleiiza.you have been ooeved. Tlie young Signor Ferrari is now at his ••studio." "Y011 left Itim there?" "Ycs,Eccellenza,"—and Vincenzo proceeded to «ive uie a graphie account of his adventures. On leaving the banqueting room Ferrari had taken a carriage and driven straight, to the Villa Komaui,—Vincenzo, unperceived, had *wung liim self 011 the baek of the vehicle and had gone also. "Arriving there," continued my valet, "he dismissed the Hacrc,—and rang the fiate-bell furiously six or seven times. No one answered. I hid myself among the trees and watched. There were no lights in thejvilla windows—all was darkness. He rang again—he even shook the gate as though h(f would break it open. At last the poor Giacomo came, half 1111dressed and holding a lantern in his hand,—he seemed terrified, and trembled so much that the lantern jogged up and down like a corpse-candle on a tomb." "I must see the Contessa," said tho young Signor. Giacomo blinked like an owl, and coughed as though the devil scratched In his throat." 'The Contessa," lie said. 'She is gone!'" "The Signori thou threw himself upon Giacomo and shook him to and fro as though he were a bag of loose wheat." "Gone!" and ho screamed liko a madman! "Where? Tell me whore,dolt! idiot! driveller! before I twist your neck for you!" I "Truly, Eecellenzo, I would have gono to the rescue of tho poor Giacomo, but respect for your commands kept mo si- I lent. A thousand pardons, Sigrtor! ho whispered, out of breath with his shaking. I will tell you instantly,—most instantly. 8he is at the Convento dell' Annunziata, ten miles from hero—tho •saints know I speak tho truth—sho left wo days since." "Tho Signor Ferrari then flung away tho unfortunate-Giacomo with so much force that he fell in a heap on the pavement and broke his lantern to pieces. Tho old man .set, up a most pitiful groaning, but. the Signor eared nothing for that. Ho was made, I think. 'Get to 4ed!' ho cried, 'and sleep—and sleep till yon die! Toll your mistress when you soo jior that I came 10 kill her! My curso «ipon this house and all who dwell in it!' And with that ho ran so quickly through the garden into tho high road that I had some trouble to follow him." Thoro after walking unsteadily for a few paces, ho suddenly fell down, senseless."

"That is all, Eccellenza. I was silent. There was something in the simple narration that touched me, though I remained as determinate!? relentless as even. After a few moments I said. ''You have done well, Vincenzo. You are aware howv grossly this young maa_ has iusulted me—and that his injurious treatment can only be wiped out in one way.Tliat way is already arranged. You can set out thoso pistols you cleaned."

Vincenzo obeyed—but as he lifted tho heavy ease of weapons and set them oh tile table, he ventured to remark timidly. "The Eccellenza knows it is now Christmas-dav?" "l am aware of the fact," I said somewhat frigidly.

In 110 wiso daunted, he went 011,"Coming back just now I saw tho big Nicolo—tho Eccellenza has doubtless seen him often?—he is a vine-grower, and they$ say ho is tho largest man in Naples—thi'ee months sjnee lie nearly killed his brother.—ebbene! Tonight that same big Nicolo Is drinking Chianti with that same brother, and both shouted after mo as I passed, 'flolal Vincenzo Fiamma! all is well between us because it is tho blessed Christ's birthday.'" Vincenzo stoppod and regarded me wistfully. "Woll!" I said calmly, "what has the big Nicolo or his brother to do with me?"

My valet hesitiHod—looked up—then down—finally he said simply, "May tho saints preservo tho Eccellenza from all harm!"

"Thank von, my what you mean. I am now going till five o'clock or

I smiled gravely. frlond! I understand Have 110 fear for mo. to lie down and rest thereabouts—and I advise you to do the same. At that time you .can bring 1110 some coffee."

And I nodded kindly to him as I left him and entered my sleeping apartment, where I threw myself 011 the bed, dressed as I was. I had no intention of sleeping—my mind was too deeply engrossed by all I had gono through. I could enter into Guido's feelings—had I not suffered as ho was now suffering?—nay! more tl»an he— for fte, at any rate, would not bo buried alive! I should take caro of that! He would not have to onduro the agony of breaking looso from tho cold grasp of tho grave to come back to life and find his name slandered and his vacant place filled up by a usurper. DtJ what I would, I could not torture him as mucli as I myself had been tortured. That was a pity—death, sudden and almost painless, seemed too good for him. 1 held up my hand in tho half light and watched it closely to see if it trembled ever so slightly. No! it was steady as a rock—I felt I was sure of my aim I would not fire at. his heart, I thougW,— just above it—for I had to remember 0110 thing—he must livo long enough to recognize mo before he died. That was the ating I reserved for his last moments! The sick dreams that had bewildered my brain when I was taken III at the auberge recurred to me. I remembered tho lithe figure, so liko Gufelo, that had glided in tho Indian canoe towards 1110 and had plunged a dagger

tthree

times in my

heart! Had it not been realized? JIad not Guldo stabbed me thrice?—in his theft of my wife's affections—in his contempt. for my little dead child—in his slanders oft my name? Then why such foolish notions of pity—of forgiveness, that were beginning to steal into my mind? It was too lute now for forgiveness—the very idea of it only arose out of a silly sentimontalism awakened by Ferrari's allusion to our young days— days for which, after all, he realiy cared nothing. Meditating 011 all these things, 1 suppose 1 must have fallen by imperceptible degrees into a dose which gradually deepened till it. became a profound and refreshing sleep. From this I was awakened by a knocking at the door. I arose and admitted Vincenzo, who entered bearing a tray of streaihiug coffee. "Is it already so late?" I asked him. "It wants a quarter to five," replied Vincenzo—then looking at me in some surprise, he added, "Will not the Eccellenza change his evening dress?" 1 nodded in the afliriuative—and while I drank my coffee my valet set out a suit of rough tweed, such as I was accustomed to wear every day. lie then left me, and I quickly changed my attire, and while I did so I considcfed carefully the position of affairs. Neither the Marquis ITAvencourt nor Captain Freccia had ever known me personally when I was Fabio Romani—nor was it -at all probable that the two tavern companions of Ferrari had ever seen me. A surgeon would be on the field—most probably a stranger. Thinking over these poluts, I resolved on a bold stroke —it was this—that when I turned to face Ferrari in the combat, I would do so with uncovered eyes—I would abjure my spectacles altogether for the occar sion. Vaguely I wondered what the effect would be upon hie:. I was very much changed even without these disguising glasses—my white beard and hair had seemingly altered .my aspect—yet I knew there was something familiar in the expression of ray eyes that could not fail to startle one who had known me well. My seconds would consider it very natural that 1 should remove the, smoke-colored spectacles in order to see my aim unencumbered—tho only person Hfcelv to be disconcerted by my action was Ferrari himself. The more I thought of It the more determined I was to do tu I had scarcely finished dressing when Vincenzo entered with my my overcoat, and informed me that the Marquis waited for me, and that a close carriage was In attendance at the private door of the hotel. "Permit mo to accompany yon, Ecccllenza!" pleaded the faithfnl fellow, with anxiety In the tone of his voice.

"Come then, arnico!" 1 said cheerily. "If the Marquis maizes no objection I shall not. But"-you must promise not to interrupt any of the proceedings by so much as an exclamation."

Ue promised readily, and when I joined the Marquis lie followed, carrying my case, of pistols. "He can be trusted, rsuppose?"' asked D'Avencourt, glancing keenly at him while shaking hauds cordially with me. "To the death!" I replied, laughingly. "H" will break his heart if lie is not allowed to bind up my wounds!"

I see you are. in good spirits, Conte," remarked Captain Freccia as we took our seats in the carriage. "It is always the way with the man who is in the right. Ferrari, I fear, is not quite so comfortable."

And he proffered 1110 a cigar, which I acccpted. Just as we were about to start tho fat landlord of the liotol rushed towards us, and laying hold of the carriage door—"Eccellenza," lie observed in a confidential whisper, "of course this is only matter of coffee and glorias? They will be ready for you all on your return. I know—I understand And he smiled and nodded a great many times, and laid his finger knowingly on the side of his nose. Wo laughed heartily. assuring him that his perspicuity was wonderful, and ho stood 011 the broad steps in high good humor, watchins us as our vehicle rumbled heavily away. "Evidently," I remarked, "lie does not consider a duel as a serious affair." "Not he replied Freccia-. "Ho has known of too many sham lights to be ablo to understand a real one. D'Avencourt. knows something about that, too, though I10 always kills his man. But very often, it is sufficient to scratch otic another with the sword point so as to draw a quarter of a drop of blood, and honour satisfied! Then tlio coffee and the glorias are brought, us suggested by our friend the landlord." "It is a ridiculous ago, said the Marquis, taking his ciga1' from his mouth, and complacently surveying his small, supple whfto hand, "thoroughly ridiculous, but I determined it should never make a fool of me. You see, my dear Conte, nowadays a duel is very frequently decided with swords rather than pistols, and why? Becanso cowards, fancy it is much more difficult to kill witli tho sword. But not at all. Long ago I made up my mind that no man should continue to live who dared to insult me. I therefore studied sword play as an art. And I assuro you, it is a simple matter t® kill with the sword—remarkably simple. My opponents are astonished at tho ease with which I despatch them!"

Freccia laughed. "Ue llamal is a pttj pil of yours. Marquis, is he not?" •'I regret to say, yes. lie is marvellously clumsy. I have oTten earnestly requested him to eat his sword rather than handle it so boorishly. Yet ho kills his men, too, but in a butcher-hk manner—totally without grace or refine raent. I should say he was about ou par witli our two associates Ferrari' seconds." "T

I roused myself from a rcveiio Jit which I had fallen. "What men are they?" I inquired. "One calls himself the Capttano Ciabatti, the other Cavaliero Dursi. at your service," answered Freccia ijjflifferontly. "Good swearer^bjtfih, and hard drinkers —fllled'^jiWftStoclf^rasps, such as' 'out'* distingullTtfed^rcar friend Ferrari,' •wrongs which can only be wiped out toy blood'—all bombast and braggadocio! Thoso fellows would as soon be on 0:10 side as the other."

Ho resumed his smoking, and we all tlireo lapsed into silence. Tho dvlve seemed very long, though in reality the distance was not great. At, last we passed the Casa Ghirlando, a superb chateau belonging to a distinguished nobleman, who in former days had been a friendly neighbor to me, and then our vehicle joltod down a gentle declivity which sloped into a small valley, where there was a good»sizcd piece of smooth, flat greensward. From this spot, could be faintly discerned the castellated turrets ot my own house, the Villa Romani. Hero we came to a standstill. Vincenzo jumped briskly down from his seat beside the coachman and assisted us to alight. The carriage then drovo off to a retired corner behind some tues We surveyed the ground, and saw that as yet only one person besides ourselves had arrived. This was the surgeon, a dapper good humoured little German, who spoke bad French and worse Italian, and who shook hands cordially with us all. On learning who I was I10 bowed low and smiled very amiably. "The best I can (Ter to you, Signor," ho said, "is that you may have no occasion for my services. You have reposed vonrself? That is well—sleep steadies the nerves. Ach! you shiver! True, il ii, the morning is cold."

I did indeed experience a passing shudder, but not. because the air was chilly. It was because I felt certain, so erribly certain, of killing the man I 1 ad once loved well. Almost I wished I could also feel that there was the slightest possibility af his killing me, but, not all my instincts told me there WAS no chance of this. I had a sort of sick pain at my heart, and as I thought of her, the jcwel-oved snake who had wrought all the evil, my wrath against her increased tenfold. I wondered scornfully what she was doing, away in the quiet convent whero the sacred Host unveiled, glittered on tho alter iike a star of the morning. No doubt she slept it was yet too early for her to practise her sham sanctity. Sho slept, in all probability most peacefully, while her husband and her lover called upon Death to come«and decide between them. The slow clear strokes of a bcS.' chiming from the city nlied six, aud as its lastegho trembled mournfully on the wind there was a slight stir among my companions. I looked and saw Ferrari approaching with his two associates. He walked slowly, and was muffled in a thick cloak his hat was polled over his brows, and I could not seethe expression of bis face, as he did not turn his bead once in my direction, but stood apart leaning against tlie trunk of a leafless tree. The seconds on both sides now commenced measuring the ground. fp|

We are agreed as to the distance, gentlemen?*' said the Marquis. "Twenty paces, I think?"

Twenty paces," stiffly returned one of Ferrari's friends, a battered-looking middle-aged roue with ferocious moustaches, who 1 presumed was Captain CiabattL

They went on measuring carefully and In siienca Baring the pause I turned my baek on the whole party, slipped off my spectacles and put them in my pocket. Then I lowered the brim of my bat slightly so that the change might not be observed too suddenly—and resuming rat

first position, I waited. It was daylight though not full morning,—the sun had not yet risen, but there was an opaline lustre in the sky, and one pale pink streak in the east, like the floating pennon from the ianco of a hero, which heralded his approach There was a gentle twittering of awakening birds,—the grass sparkled with a million tiny drops of frosty dew. A curious calmness possessed me. I felt for the time as though I were a mechanical automation moved by some other will than my ownSl had no passion left.

Tho weapons were now loaded.—and the Marquis, looking about him with a cheerful business-like air, remarked:— "I think we, may now placo our men?" VVV

This suggestion agreed to, Ferrari left his place near tlie tree against which he had in part reclined as though fatigued, and advanced to tho spot his seconds pointed out to him. He throw off liis hat and overcoat, thereby showing that ho was still in his evening dress. His face was haggard and of a sickly paleness—his eyes had dark rings of paiu round them, and were full of a keeu and bitter anguish. He eagerly grasped tho pistol they handed to him, and examined it closely with vengeful interest. I meanwhile also threw off mv hat and coat,— the Marquis glanced at me with careless approval. "You look a much younger man without your spectacles, Conto," ho remarked as he handed mo my weapon. I smiled indifferently, and took up my position at tho distauco indicated, exactly opposite Ferrari. He was still occupied in the examination of his pistol, and did not at once look

ud.

"Arc wo ready, gentlemen?" demanded Freccia with courteous coolness. "Quite ready." was tho response. The Marquis D'Avencourt took out his handkerchief. Then Ferrari raised his head ajjd faced mo fully for tho first time.. Groat Heaven! shall I over forget the awful change that camo over his pallied countenance—the confused mad look of his eyes—the startled horror of his expression! His lips moved as though ho wcro about to utter an exclamation,—he staggered. "One!" cried D'Aveucourr«

Wo raisod our weapons. "Two!" The seared and bewildered expression of Ferrari's face deeponcd visibly as he eyed mo steadily in taking aim. I smiled proudly—I gavo him back glance

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for giauco,—T saw him waver,—hi9 hand shook. "Three!" and the white ltandkerchiof fluttered to tho ground. Instantly and together, wo fired. Farrari's bullet whizzed past inarmercly'tearing»my coat and grazing my sli'&ul^tirr. Tho smoke eleared,—Ferrari sliUstoorl rtroct, opposite to me. staring straight forward with the same frantic far-off look,--the pistol had dropped from his hand. Suddenly he threw up his arms,—shuddered,— and with a smothered groan fell, faco forward, prone on the sward. Tho surgeon hurried to his side, and turned him so that ho lay on his back. lie was unconscious, though his dark eyes were wide open, and turned blindly upward to tho sky. The front of his shirt was already soaked with blood. Wo all gathered round him.

1

"A good shot?" inquirod tho Marqnts, with the indifference of a practised duellist. "Ach! a good shot, indeed!" replied the little German doctor, shaking his head as he roso from his examination of the wound. "Excellent! Ho will be dead in ten miuutes. The bullet has passed through tho* lungs close to tho heart. Honour is satisfied certainly!"

At that moment, a deep, anguised sigh parted tho lips of the dying man. Sense and speculation returned to thoso glaring eyes so awfully upturned. He looked npon us all doubtfully one after the other—till finally his gaze rosted upon me. Then he grew strangely excited,— lxis lips moved,—he eagerly tried to speak. The doctor, wattfhful of his movements, poured brandy between his teeth. Tho cordhal gave him momentary strength—he raised himself by a supreme effort. "Let me speak," he gasped faintly,"to him!" And ho pointed to me,—then he continued to mutter liko a man in a dream—"to him—alone—alone!—to him alone 1"

The others, slightly awed by his manner. drew aside out of ear-shot, and I advanced and knelt besido him, stooping my face between his and tho morning sky. His wild eyes met mine with a piteous and beseeching terror. "In God's name," ho whispered thickly, "who are you?" "You know me. Guido!" I answered steadily. "I am that Fabio Romani whom 3*ou once called friend! I am he whose wife you stole! whose name you slandered! whoso honour you. despised! Ay! look at me well! your own heart telis you who I am!"

He uttered a low moan and raised his hand with a feeble gesturo. "Fabio? Fabio?" he gasped. "He died —I saw him in his coffin

I leaned more closely over him. "I was buried alive," I said with thrilling distinctness. "Understand me, Guido, —buriad alive! I escaped—no matter how. 1 came home,—to learn your treachery and my own dishonour! Shall I tell you more?"

A terrible shudder shook his frame,— his bead moved restlessly to and fro, tho sweat stood in large drops upon his forehead. With my own handkerchief I wiped his lips and brow tenderly,—my nerves were strong up to an almost brittle tension,—I smiled as a woman smiles when on the verge of bystorical weeping. "You know" the avenue,**: fI said, "the dear old avenue, where tho nightingales sing? I saw you there, Guido— with her! on the very night of my return from death,—she was in your arms—you kissed her,—you spoko of mc,—you* toyed with the necklace on her white breast!"...... ijfft

He writhed nader my' gaze with a strong convulsive movemerft. "Tell me......Quickf** ho gasped.

"Does she. Know you?" "No* yet!" answered slowly. "But. soon sho, will—wh.cn J[, have married

A look of bitter anguish filled" his straining eyes. "O God, God!" ho oxclaimed with a groaa liko that of a wild beast in pain. "This is horrible, too horrible! Sparo mo spare......" blood choked his breathing grew hue of approaching dissolution spread itself gradually over his countenance. Staring wildly at me, he groped with his hands as though he searched for some lost thins. I took one of thoso feebly wandering hands within my own, and held it closely claspod. "You gently, geancc! —all over, both false. I dd!" ne smiled—a soft, look brightened his fast glazing eyes-the old boyish look that had won mv love in former days. "All o\'er!" he repeated in a sort of plaintiff babble. "All over, now! God

A rush of utterance. His fainter the livid

know tho rest," I said "you understand my vcuBut it is all over G\iido now! Sho has played us

May God forgive you as

Fabio.- forgive! A tertrible convulsion wrenched and contorted his limbs and features, his threat rattled, nt.d stiou-Iiing himself out with along shivering sigh ho died! Tho first beams of the rising sun piercing through the dark moss covered branches of tho pine trees, fell on his clustering hair, aud lent a mocking brilliancy to his wide-open sightless eyes there was a smile on the closed lips! A burning, suffocating snnsation rose iu ray throat, as of rebellious tears trying to force a passage. I still held the hand of my friend and enemy,—it had grown cold in my clasp. Upon it sparkled my family diamond,—tho ring she had given him. I drew tlie jewel off then I kissed that poor passive hand as I laid It gently down,—kissed it tenderly, roverently. Hearing footsteps approaching, I rose from my kneeling posture and stood erect with folded arms, looking tearlossly down on the stiffening clay befere mo. The rest of tho party came up no one spoko for a minute all surveyed tho dead body in silence. At last Captain Freccia said softly in half inquiring acconts, "He is gone, I suppose?-'

I bowed. I could not trust myself to speak. "Ho made you his apology?" asked tho Marquis.

I bowed again. There was another paubc of heavy silence. Tho rigid smiling faco of tho corpso soemed to mock all speech. Tho doctor stooped aud skillfully closed thoso glazed appealing eyes —and then it soemed to me as though Guido merely slept and that a touch would waken him. Tho Marquis D'Avencourt took mo by the arm and whispered, "Get back to the city, amico, and take some wino—you look positively II]! \rour evident regret does you credit^ considering the circumstances—but what would you?—it was a fair fight. Consider tlie provocation you had! I should advise you to leave Naples for a couple of weeks—by that time the affair will bo forgotten. I know how these things are managed—leave it all 10 mo."

I thanked him, aud shoo.k his hand cordially and turned to depart. Vincenzo was in waiting with tho carriago. Once I looked back, as with slow stops I left the field —a golden radiance illumine^ tho sky just above tho stark figdro strotchcd so straightly 011 the sward while almost from tho verysldo of that pulseless heart a little bird rose from its nest among the grasses and soared into the heavens, singing raptur6usly as it flew into the warmth and glory of the living, breathing day. [To bt Continued.]

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NO. 3 Ch & N3SI1 Ex*(H) 5.50 a No. 4t Ace J0.2/ a No. 1 Ch A Kv Kx 3.10 No. SCAN Ex*(S«fcB) 0.50

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