Lynchburg daily Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1852-1861, 1855-10-27
VOL. l.-:N0. Il.
DAILY VIRGINIAN.
An Italians Wiie's Revenge.

Winter IN Rome, relates III u late Engnsh Mug
nzine. the following curious martial scene;
Besides our own serv,tu. there il u mixed and
heterogeneous crowd always lettering about
First and foremost. Maria. n stalwart contadina,
with the fresh ruddy look of Rustic Hebe. She
carries all the water used in the house IN great
brass vessel on her head,. and carries 1t noo,y,
with the air and step Of "A water nytnph,J from
some unknown depths. where the stream o"zes
from the rock up those long. long fights OF stairs.
Maria haunts about in red handkerchief floating
from her head her hair pierced by silver arrow
long aud sharp, and dangerous weap"n she
can use, too II occasion require tor dark devil
turks in Mara's flashing eyes. Round her neck
are long strings Of coral, giving, her, hs eonnec-
ted with the brass vessel and the water general
", mermaid character On sundays aud fes-
tai days Maria puts on n smart red peticoaf,w'th
green ribbons, and gorgeous pair of purple
stays, trimmed with protusion OF white lace
drnped about. She has gold ear rings and
cross. which may be taken oil. but the coral
believe she sleeps in. These are dark stories about
Maria, otherwise IA kind. genial soul ever ready
with her sparkling smile and hearty "Stia bene.
signorn." She is married to brute species OF
cncccn,cre who divides his time between wan
terng in the fores, and drinking in the Spaccio-
Iii Vino. from whence it was his "onstom always
Of ap afternoon" 10 return home dead drunk, and
To beat Mnria drcadtully.
Maria who was colnely girl, and might have
married better but for an unhappy hankering af-
ter this unworthy Nmrod bore 1t meekly Tor
some time. She bore his blows in silence. shed
ding bitter tenrs over her bghted love, her
true nnd honest love- But she an Italian.
Hot fever. blood flowed in her veins, and desire
for the "vendetta" lnrked like gloomy spirit at
her heart. strings. Continued insult and insage
wore out bv little, her love. Thnt brilliant orb,
which radiates and silds womnns LIE, set TO
rise no more. and the dark shadow of piihy night
,,..l,t al. hprs
She would have vengeancc--vengenneo on the
mnn who Ind 80 hnsely ill-used her.
The opportunity was not long, waiting. Ferdi-
nnndo soon staggered into their wrotched hovel
royalty drunk, and flung himself upon the nup-
tunl couch, (Angiice, the only bed they possess
ed) Marin, IN ominous silence had waited MS
return She rose, and taking her working i'm
pements-needcs and scissors. the weapons of
hor sex, bequethed to rs by the wise Minerva
she sat down beside the bed on which lay wrapt
in besiial sleep her d,based husband, aud began
to sew, Yes, to sew. stitching the tw" sheets
firmly and securely together. Her hnnd did not
tremble but there wnsa deadly look IN her black
eyes all the while pregnant of evil. She sewed
until Ferdnndo was entirely enclosed as in n net
then sho rose--iho eyes flashing darker fire.
and proceeded to II certain corner where he kept
his guns, and sticks, and gnives.
Her hand fell intutivey big still lotto knife
but il tremblcd little, ard was Withdrawn. She
paused, then firmly olutohed the largest and
heaviest bludgeon there with which she strode off
to the bed whore her husband lay bound firm and
fast. A satanic smile came over her face as she
raised the peavy stick and dealt a him portentous
blow. Another and another fell from that indig-
nant women, dealt with the might o love. and
rage, and vengeance, heavy sense ofwropg
until the drunken man, suddenly sobered by
the pain, wrthered and swayed in agony. as she
lay weltering in his blood. His piteous cries
and groans aroused the neighbors, who came and
entering they shrank back appalled, at the ghast
ly sight, for Maria. wild with evil passions, stood
like an avenging Fury over her hus and re-
morseless, unsexcd. maddened She seized
from behind and the weapon forced from her
grasp Recalled to herself, she swooned away.
Her husband, when exircated from the sheets
was all hut dead. Months pnst ere he recovered
n cowed aud humble man, who shrank away from
Marin like II beatenc cur. Poverty forced them
still to liven nder the roof but they never
spoke When came year had passed, and
Marin looked jovia and happy. She had con-
quercd and hut fora certain dark flashing Of
her, eye,I could not have believed SO dire tale,