New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1888-11-04

reodr % douart When he saw Mateo in GAMBIA S
company he smiled strangely; them .ufn pnt ms
head toward the door of the house, he spat saw
agclv on the sill crying: The house OF a
traitorln -. ,a L.
Only man who had resolved to die would have
dared TO use the word traitor IN connec,
zion with FoIcone A stab from stlletto would
have Immediately avenged the insult. buL Ih3teo
made no other gesturc than carrying Ms namu 10
his head rs If overcome with grlci fortunate
had zone INTO the noasc when he saw bis iather
arrive but he soon rcappcared, carrying DOW OF
milk, which he offered TO the prisoner ms ncad
Awav' cnr,n cried the outlaw TO him. Then,
turning to one Of the guard, Comrade S''u me-
give me drink , c,;.,,o..o
drank the water given him by man with whom
he had just exchanged shots. Aiterwaru' ne
begged that they would tie his hands so inaD 1ney
were crossed his breast, instead OF having 'neh
II like" said he. TO lie at my case" They
FASTENED to satisfy him; then the aalu NAN, gnEe
the signal of departure, babe adieu TO Matco' VINO
did not reply, and they descended, with RAPID
steps, toward the plain. ., -.
Zen minutes passed before Mateo opened ms
month The child looked unc0sily, sometimes
NJ his mother then at his father who, leaning
on his gun, looked at him with an expression OF
furious anger. $50 cu T., . 1
voice but q terrible one to whoever knew the
MY fatherl' cried the child, advancing, tears
in his eyes, as if to throw himself at his knees
But Mateo cried Back and he stopped, sob
hing and motionlcss, few steps from his father:
Giuseppe drew near. She had Just perceived
the chain Of the watch, one end oil which huhe
ic.' who rave YOU that watch pr she asked, Il
a severe tone
Faicone seized the watch, and throwing 1t
violently against stone, broke 1t into thousand
pieces: o,;,a,,
The brown cheeks of Giuseppe turned a vivid
scarlet. Have a care what you say, Mateo.
Do you remember to whom you speak a.
II ask your pardon wife. This child, then
is the first of the race of Facone who has been
guilty of treachery'
The sobs and tears of Fortunate rcdoubled and
Mateo kept his lynx eyes stcrnly fixed upon him.
Finally he struck the butt-cnd of his gun ON
the ground, threw it over his shoulder, and took
his way toward the maquis. bidding Fortunate
follow him. The child obeycd.
Giuseppe ran after Mateo, and seized his arm
He is your SON." said she, in a trembling voice.
fixing her black eyes or those OF her husband; as
il to read there what was passing IN his soul:
Leave me- said Mateo, " l am his father
The mother embraced her SON., and entered
the house weeping: throwing herself on her Knees
before an image of the Virgin, she prayed Ter
Meanwhile, Falcone walked down the path
some two hundred paccs and stopped on reachln9
n little ravine He sounded the earth, and found
it soft and easy for digging. The spot appeared
Fortunate said he, stand yonder near that
The child obcyed. and fell on his knees
Saw vour prayers said Falcone.
MY father, my father, do not kill mc!'
Say your prayers" repeated Mateo, IN
voice which made the chlds flesh creep.
The child, sobbing and sammerlng repeated
the Patcr hester" and the Credo' AT the
end of each prayer, the stern father responded
Amen"
Are those all the prayers you know asked
he. ,, ,
MY father, also know the Ave Maria, and
the litany my aunt taught me.
Repeat them"
The child finished the ltany. in sinking voice
e Have you iinished% -,
oh! my father. forgive me- Mercy! | Will
never do so any more | will beg my cousin, the
adiutant so hard, he will release Giannetto"
lie was still speal1ing-Mateo raised his gun
and tool, aim, saying MAY God pardon you =
The child made a desperate effort to rise ana
embrace his fathers knees, but 1t was TOO late )
NIateo fred, and Fortunate fell, stone dead
Without casting a glance at the body Marco
tool, his way back TO the house TO get SPADE
10 dig his sons grave. lie had gone but lew
stems when he met Giuseppe, who was running
toward him, alarmed at the noise OF the shot
What have you done? p she shrieked.
Justice"
"Where is he ?" -,
I'm the ravine. going to bury him
He died like a Christian. | made him reclte his
PRAYERS God rest his soul. "-tTransated for The
| Argonaut, from the French of Prosper Merimee