The midland journal., 1886-01-22
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Ashesman-and had become as we'll of
o son was born to him, who had beNn
named Luigi. His birth cost his mother
her life.
Andrea Terrato now lived entirely for
his daughter and his son. Maria, then
aged eighteen, acted as mother to the
little boy of eight. And except the deep
and constant grief for the loss of his
wife the fisherman of Rovigno wos ss
happy as he could be in his work and
the consciousness of having done his
duty. He was respected throughout
the district. He was ever ready TO help,
and his advice was always valuable. He
was known to be clever ct his trade
Among the long ridges of rocks which
guard the Istrian shore he had no reason
to regret the Gulf of Santa Mama or the
Straits of Bonifacio. He had become an
excellent pilot in those parts where the
same language is spoken as in Corsica.
From his pilotage of the ships between
Poia and Trieste he earned almost as
much as from his fishing. And in his
house the poor were not forgotten, and
Maria did her best in works OF charity.
But the fisherman of Santa Mama
had never forgotten his vow-a life for
life He had taken one mans life. He
would save nnothers.
That was why, when the two fugi.
tvs presented themselves at his door.
guessing who they we're, knowing the
penalty to which he was exposing him
self, he had not hesitated to say to them,
"Come in, !" and adding in his thoughts.
"And may heaven protect us all "
The squadron of police passed the
door and did not stop. Sandorf and
Bathory could thus fancy they were safe
at least for that night
The hut was built not in the town
itself, but about five hundred yards from
its walls, below the harbor and OH
ridge of rocks which commanded the
beach. Beyond, at less than cables
length, was the sea breaking ON the sands
and stretching away to the distant hori-
zon. Towards the southwest there jut-
tedout the promontory whose curve shuts
in the small roadssead of Rovigno.
It had but four rooms, two at the front
and two at the back. but there WAS
lean.to of boards in which the fishing
and other tackle was kept Such was
the dwelling of Andres Ferrato. His
boat was balancello with square
stern, about thirty feet long, rugged with
q nainsail and foresail-s description
of Loaf well adapted for trswling.
When she was not i'll use she was moored
inside the rocks and d little boat drawn
up on the beach was used in journeying
to and from her Behind the house was
an enclosure of about half an acre, in
which few vegetables grew among the
mulberry and olive trees and the vines.
A hedge separated it from brook about
six feet broad, and beyond was the open
country.
Such was this humble but hospitable
dwelling to which Providence had led
the fugitives such was the host who
risked his liberty to give them shelter.
AS soon as the door closed on them
Sandorf and Bathory examined the room
into which the fisherman had welcomed
them.
1t was the principal room of the house.
furnished in way that showed the taste
and assidulty of careful housekeeper.
First of all you want something to
eat?" said Andrea.
Eyes, we are dying with hunger!"
answered Sandorf. For twelve hours
we have had no food"
"You understand, Maria"
And in few minutes Maria had put on
the table some salt pork, some boiled fish,
afiask of the local wine of the dry grape,
with two glasses, two plates and II white
table-cloth. A "veglione," sort of
lamp with three wicks fed with oil, gave
light i'll the room.
Sandorf and Bathory sat down to the
table; they were quite exhausted.
"But your" said they to the fisherman.
1--WE have had our meal answered
Andrea.
The two famished men devoured-
that is the proper word-the provisions
which were offered with such simplicity
and heartiness.
But as they ate they kept their eyes
on the fisherman, his daughter and his
son who sat in a corner of the room and
looked at them back without saying q
word. Andrea was then about forty-two,
. man of severe expression, even little