Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-11-30

enough indeed, tore the veil from her to
give her water and restore her, and saw
her there with her face deathly white and
her long lines of tears wet upon her face.
When she came to herself again, she got
up, and, sobbing the while as if her heart
would break, she disposed her dress
to look as little bridal as possible. Then
she said to me through her tears,
"Stepan Boda, take me home" So
seated her on her horse and we set our
faces homeward. We passed over the
ground which only two hours before we
had trodden with joyful hearts, surrounded
by the merry, noisy wedding party; now
we were alone, | lettering painfully and
leaning heavily on her horse for support,
she riding by my side. her face hidden in
her hands, shaking with sobs Well nv
Efendi, | tried hard to see my brother in
prison, but they would not let me; so 1
have never been able to find out for GER
tain by what evil chance it happened that
he met his opportunity for vengeance on
his wedding morning From what the
Zaptiehs, whom my friends and l ques-
toned continually afterwards, let drop, 1
believe that he had seen the the Mutes-
sarif pass his house apparently alone, that
he had seized his rifle on the spot and
shot him dead there and then. But there
was an escort, which my brother had not
seen because it was hidden by rise in the
ground, only hundred PAGES or so be-
hind, so that he was taken red handed. l
say believe that to be true, though moth
ing is certain, because Agostin was hot
headed youth, and would not have waited
to consider, if he thought he saw his
chance.
"And what became of him ?" | asked.
"God knows only" replied Stepan !;
"from that time to this | have never seen
him, nor even been able to obtain any
news Of his fate. He may be living still;
he may have died then. The Turkish au-
thorities here would never tell me any
thing or give me any clue. / even went
to Stambul, and after much time and
great difficulty my whole story and Agos-
tins were laid before the Padishah.
They told me that the Padishah was fulri-
Gus, and declared that the Mutessarif
richly deserved to be killed, and that
Agostin had done no more than was right.
They bid me return to Antivari happy,
for the Padashah would give the order
that Agostin should at once be restored to
me. And did return happy with the
hope in my heart. But either the Pa
dishah forgot me, for l am humble, or
else the order was given and they could
not restore me Agostin and were ashamed
to tell me. 1t was nearly thirty
years since I saw him walking away
from my house in the light of
the setting sun, ioyfully singing
his Turkish love-song, his heart full of his
beloved and the morrow which would
give her to him. l long chung to the
hope that one day 1 should see him return
to US. But now that hope has quite died
away. Only the priest says that shall
meet him again in the Afterward, and
try to content myself with the thought of
our JOY, mis- and mine, and hers who was
to have been his wife, at meeting"
Stepan's voice tremhled as he concluded
his story, and the biz tears stood in his
eyes. Far away behind the blue Adriatic
the setting sun was sinking, and the plain
below us was glowing in the mellow golden
light, the warm shadows growing longer
and longer as if they were striving to carry
message of hope for the morrow to the
East. From a distant Khan the wild music
of an improuusatore's clarionet family
reached my ear; it seemed like the echo of
Stepan's story, and fancied l could al
most see the happy wedding party dancing
their way to Agostin's house, and then the
lonely, mournful couple, the sorrowful and
enfeebled man, and the broken-hearted
weeping woman, returning from it. felt
a sob rising to my throat, and my voice
was thick as asked my last question.
"And what of the bride?" | said.
Every shortly after what should have
been her wedding day her mother died."
replied Stepan, "and she was left alone, i'll
with grief. l sent my wife to her to tell
her to come to US and make our home hers;
she came and we have loved her always,
and love her as a most dear sister. Poor
child she never could become happy
again, but, like me, she has faith in the
Afterward. You know her. added Stepan
after slight pause and with queer sad
smile on his face-"she is Maria"
And then | understood the scene I had
witnessed at the partition of the Boda
property.-Maarays Magazine.
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