Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1885-04-17
CALLED BACK.
A Wen-Told Story Of Continuous
and Absorbing Interest.
BY HUGH CONwA
CHAPTER XU-COSTISIT


his heart my manner now dispelled it
He knew | had not made the journey
for his sake.
whether can go back to happiness
or not depends on what you tell me
You may imagine it is no light matter
which has brought me so far to see YOU
for few minutes"
He looked at me curiously, but no
suspiciously. could do him no harm
for him the outer world was at al
end. If accused him of fifty murders
and brought each one home to him, hi:
fate would be no worse. He was blot
ted out, erased; nothing now coult
matter to him, except more or les
bodily discomfort. | shuddered as
realized what his sentence meant, and
in spite of myself, a compassionate,
feeling stole over me,
Il have much of Importance TO say
but first let me give YOU some wine ant
food"
Thank you,n he said, almost hum
bly,. You would scarcely believe. Mr.
Vaughan, that a man may be reduced
to such state that he can hardly re
strain himself at the sight of decen
meat and drink
l could believe anything after the in
terror of the ostrog. | opened. the wine
and placed it before him. As he ate
and drank. | had leisure To observe
him attentively.
His sufferings had wrought great
change in him. Every feature wa:
sharpened, every limb seemed lighter
he looked at least ten years older. He
wore the Russian peasants ordinary
garments, and these hung in rags about
him. His feet, swathed in fragments o.
some wooden material, showed il
places through his boots The long
weary marches were telling their tale
upon his frame. He had never given
me the idea Of Il robust man, and as
looked at him | thought that whatever
work he might be put to, it would moi
pay the Russian Government for his
sorry keep. But the probabilities were
they would not have to keep him long
He ate, not voraciously, but with 8
keen appetite. The wine he used spar.
ingly. His meal being finished, he
glanced around as If in quest of some
thing. / guessed what he wanted anG
passed him my cigar-case and light. He
thanked me and began to smoke with
an air of enjoyment.
For while had not the heart to in
terrupt the poor wretch. When he left
me it must be to return to that hel
peopled by human beings. But time
was slipping by. Outside the door
could hear the monotonous step of the
sentry, and did not know what perioc
of grace the polite Captain might allow
to his prisoner.
Ceneri was leaning back in his chail
with kind of dreamy look on his face
smoking slowly and placidly, taking, a:
it were, everything he could out of tn,
luxury of good cigar. 1 asked him t.
drink some more wine. He shook hi
head, then turned and looked at me.
''Mr. Vaughan he said; eyes, it i.
Mr. Vaughan. But who and what am Il
Where are we? Is it in London, Geneva
or elsewhere? Shall l awake and fine
| have dreamed of what / have sui
fered?"
Il am afraid it is no dream. We ar
in Siberia
''And you are not come to bear me-
good news? You are not one of us
friend trying at the peril of your life tx
set me free?'
/ shook my head. L would do all
could to make your lot easier, but
come with a selfish motive to ask some
questions which you alone can answer >
ASK them. You have given p,e al
hours relief from misery; / am crate
full"
''You will answer truly?"
why not? l have nothing to fear
nothing to gain, nothing to hope. False
hood is forced on people by circum
stances; a man in my state has no need
of it,
The first question have to ask is
who and what is that man Macari?'
Ceneri sprang to his feet The name
of Macari seemed to bring him back t.
the world. He looked no longer a de
crepit man. His voice was fierce ant
stern.
"A traitor! traitor!'' he cried "Bu
for him should have succeeded and es
capped. If he We're only standing il
your place! Weak as am, could fine
strength enough to cling to his throa
till the vile breath was out of his &C
cursed body!'
He walked up and down the room
clinching and unclinching his hands
Try and be calm, Dr. Ceneri,'
COZ - L. 81, L.
plots and political treasons. Who il
he? What is his parcntage? Is Macar
his name?"
The only name | ever knew him by
His father was renegade Italian WHIT
sent his precious son to live in England
for fear his precious blood should b,
split in freeing his country. founC
him young man and made him one o
us. His perfect knowledge of YOU
tongue was of great service; and h,
fought-yes, once he fought like man
Why did he turn traitor now? Why d.
you ask these questions?"
He has been to me and asserts tina
he is Pauline's brother
Ceneris face, as he heard this intel
Hgence, was enough to Danish lie mum
her one from my mind. My heart leapet
as guessed that number two would b,
disposed of easily But there was
terrible revelation to be made when
came to ask about that.
'sPauline's brothertn stammered Cen
eri. Her brother, She has none"
A sickly look crept over his feature
as he spoke-a look the meaning o
which / could not read.
He says he is Anthony March. he
brother"
Anthony March, gasped Ceneri
"There is no such person. What dit
he want-his object?" he continued fe
yerishly.
THAT should join him in memoir
al to the Italian Government, askin.
for a return of some portion of tn,
fortune you spent
Ceneri laughed bitter laugh al
grows clear he said. He betrayed
plot which might have changed a Gov
eminent for the sake of getting me on
of the way. Coward, Why not hav,
killed me and only me? Why hav,
made Others suffer with mes Anthem,
March, My God. that man is a vii
lainr'
you are sure that Macari betrayeS
yeu7"
Sure. yes I was sure when tn,
Il.