The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-09-15

go there to exist, and Margherita,s vendetta
will come to her hand. All yes, she must go
there"
Marpherita heard, and shuddered. All
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 a girl
who, like Margherita, held herself ready TO
commit a crime? Not that the Siciian either
thought or called vendetta" n 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 herself and her bene-
factress
A wear passed. Margherita grew more and
more invaluable in Miss Carrolls household.
Such a patient nurse for the invalid, and such
a capable housekeeper as she became! Her
fiery nature was not changed, but she learned
to control it when she saw Helens grleved
and shocked looks at her ungovernable out
bursts of temper. One day, entering MISS
CAROLS room, she found the young lady
laughing and crying over a letter she held IN
her hand.
Congratulate me, Margherital' 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 fav,
orite attitude when alone with her friend, ana
raised the lady's hand to her lips Her bril-
liant ewes shore with reflected joy, as she
said: II am glad with you. This brother,
why stay he away so long,?
at il a sad story" her face clouding, 81
could never bear to speak nor think OF 1t
when he was away. But you are more hike a
friend than a servant, Margherita, and will
tell you. Five years ago he killed man. 1t
was in self-defence, but Charles never ceased
regretting it. He thought perhaps he had
been to blame, so he went away and settled
in another part of the State"
Five year ago he kill one man." Margheri-
ia repeated, with quick catch in her breath.
"But your brother name Charles Carroll?'
"No, he is only my half-brother, our moth
er was the same His name is Charles Stan
nard Why! what is the matter, Margher-
| ita?"
the girl had sprung to her feet, her eyes wilc,
her face ghastly, and her hand clutching the
black cord which held the locket.
"Your brother!, she repeated. "Ah, Dio
| milo, your brother"
Are you i'll, Margherita?" asked Miss Car
roll What excites you so? Go and lie
| down and will bring you some ether.
Without another word Margherita tottered
| to the door like a blind person feeling her
| way, while Helen Carroll was searching i'll &
closet for the remedy she prescribed. When
she went to the girls room expecting to fine
her there, there was no sign of the Sicilian.
1t was most mysterious disappear
ance and for a month Miss Carroll
looked confidently for the return of her way
ward protegee. Nothing had been heard OF
her amongst her Sicilian friends. She had as
completely disappeared as if the ground had
swallowed her; and more than year rolled
by without tidings.
One morning Miss Carroll was summoned
to the parlor.
"lt's nun, Miss Helen, and she says she
won't keep you minute the servant said
The nun rose from her chair as the lady en-
tered, but did not advance and kept hei
hands tightly clasped before her. The white
frilled cap and sweeping black veil for mo
ment confused Miss Carroll, but the next II
astonishment, she cried out:
"Margherital Oh. where have you been
and what means this dress?"
The nun reiterated from Miss Carrolls out
stretched hands with repellant gesture.
"Ah! / cannot touch you," she SAID
"Listen the man your brother murdered wat
my brother; and l swore the vendetta agains'
him. But how could hurt you, break you
heart, who was an angel to me? must keel
my vow or do this"-touching her num- habit
| 81 hate de convent, hate de life, but for you
/ make myself dead to de world. My peopl
say not 'maledicta' to num- and dey spit no
on her grave. For you, all for you, but
touch not your hand. gift my life for you
Addio! Addio! you will see your poor Margh
erita no more"
Before Miss Carroll recovered from her as
constituent the nun was gone.
She is still living in q convent on the coast
a sombre-faced nun who does her daily roun'
of duty mechanically, but whether she regret
the act of self-sacrifce which consigned her t.
what she considers living tomb, no one vii
ever know from those silent, resolute lips.
MARIE B. WILLIAMS, in the Youths Com
panion.