The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-07-07

Ou snail seCCle that question as you choose. There are more ways of help ing you than by wages"
 Margherita paid short visit to her Sicilian friends before she went to Miss CarrolPs. At first they tried to dis suade her, until an idea was suggested by Manuel himself.
 "Let her go. The young lady is American and rich. He is American and rich, too. Perhaps they know each other, and he will go there to visit, and Margherita's vendetta will come to her hand. An yes, she must go there."
 Margherita heard and shuddered An! when she was with her young lady she forgot her vow. How could she associate it with those kind eyes which looked lovingly at her, and at every one who needed charity and kindness. Would she not shrink from girl who, like Margherita, held her. self ready to commit crime? Not that the Sicilian either thought, or called "vendetta" a crime, she only felt the influence of love and kindness upon her own savage nature, and knew that the fulfilment of her VOW would raise an eternal barrier between her. self and her benefactress.
 A year passed. Margherita grew more and more invaluable in Miss Carroll's household. Such a patient nurse for the invalid, and such a capa- ble housekeeper as she became! Her fiery nature was not changed, but she learned to control it when she saw Helen's grieved and shocked looks at her ungovernable outbursts of temper One day, entering Miss Carroll's room she found the young lady laughing and crying over a letter she held ir her hand.
 Congratulate me, Margherita 1" she cried. "My dear brother Charles you have heard me speak of, my only brother, is coming home, to live. He will never leave me again. Oh, how perfectly happy ami"
 Margherita knelt by Helen's side, her favorite attitude when alone with her friend, and raised the lady's hand to her lips. Her brilliant eyes shone with reflected joy, as she said: ssI am glad with you. This brother, why stay he away 50 long?"
 "It is sad story" her face cloud ing, "I could never bear to speak nor think of it when he was away. But you are more like a friend than ser- want, Margherita, and I will tell you. Five years ago he killed man. It was in self defence, but Charles never ceased regretting it. He thought per- haps he had been to blame, so he went away and settled in another part of the state."
 "Five year ago he killed one man" Margherita repeated, with a quick catch in her breath. "But your brother name Charles Carroll?"
 "No, he is only my half brother, our mother was the same. His name is Charles Stannard. Why what Is the matter, Margherita?"
 The girl had sprung to her feet, her eyes wild, her face ghastly and her hand clutching the black cord which held the locket.
 "Your brother 1" she repeated. "Ah, DiO mio, your brotherp
 "Are you i'll, Margherita?" asked Miss Carroll. "What excites you SO? Go and lie down and I will bring you some ether."
 Without another word, Margherita tottered to the door like blind per- son feeling her way, while Helen Car roll was searching in closet for the remedy she prescribed. When she went to the girls room expecting to find her there, there was no sign of the Sicilian. It was & most mysterious disappearance, and for month Miss Carroll looked confidently for the return of her wayward protegee. Nothing had been heard of her among her Sicilian friends. She had as completely dis appeared as if the ground had swal- lowed her; and more than a year rolled by without tidings.
 One morning Miss Carroll was sum- moned to the parlor.
 It's nun, Miss Helen, and she says she won't keep you a minute," the servant said.
 The nun rose from her chair as the lady entered, but did not advance, and kept her hands tightly clasped before her. The white frilled cap and sweeping black veil for moment confused Miss Carroll, but the next, in astonishment, sine cried out:
 "Margherita! Oh, where have you been, and what means this dress?"
 The nun retreated from Miss Car rolls outstretched hands with a re- pellent gesture.
 "Ah! l cannot touch you," she said. "Listen; the man your brother mur- dered was my brother; and I swore the vendetta against him. But how could hurt you, break your heart, who was an angel to me? I must | NA