The morning call., 1891-04-26

side of Calabria. and always we looked for
news Of his return. Daily 1 crept down the
hillside and gaZed anxiOusly out to sea.
Nightly followed the hidden passes of the
preeipice My heart sank within me. "He
will come no merew | cried aloud in nv
spoke untruth. At such moments l could
feel his hot breath on my face, and could
hear once more his voice, "Carissimaw
One night was July-the moon had
risen behind the hill. Sweet scents came
and went through the air. The wind stirred
among the branches. L fell asleep, and
soundly l must have slept l dreamt once
more l was back in the old streets of
Amalf. Again l bought and sold the old
wares. SGddenly-very suddenly for mel
awoke There were voices yes; | could
hear voices. / sat up, and listened most in
tently. The sirocco had sprung up. Surely
they were not the voices Of the brotherhood.
/ listened. l threw back my hair from my
face. where it lay in thick clusters. | rose
to my feet; L sat down. Footsteps were
coming. There was a bare rock, but few
feet high, just behind me; in an instant
had concealed myself behind it. Two
soldiers passed presumably. They were
talking together beneath their breath. /,
who strained every nerve to hear them,
caught one word. "Bianeo." In an instant
| had shot past them, and vanished down
the hill. The encampment was aroused.
For The eneampment | cared nothing.
'Bianco; Bianco''-how those words walled
in my ears
From pass to pass | wandered, always
within sound Of the cave. | gazed seward
necessarily. / lay hidden in the under
wood. "Bianeo, BianeO," mOaned in grief.
for thee, carissimO, / diep How long
watched l cannot now say; it seemed to me
years ere day came. Every moment l
faneied | could hear the dreaded footsteps
Once again hid myself from them Again
7 hR n nd ~ I, ,,f,l,
the reeesssS of the wood. Nightingales sang,
but my heart no longer heard their music.
/ was faint with hunger, and my heart no
longer dared hope.
FOotsters This time rushing footsteps
footsteps of men III pursuit. heard shout
ing BiancO's voice! Holy Madonna, shield
us!
l tore down the hillsides, I shouted to
him: "Bianeo, l am cnmingP The next
instant he had seized me and his strong arm
went round me- Forward. grasping me. he
went at full speed. Down The rock passes,
ever fotliBg our pursuers. 1t was death
race. They shot after us. Continually their
bullets seemed to Craze us as they ratified
through the parehed foliage close behind US
OF splintered the Jagged powders over which
we bounded. Once ball passed through
my hair.
said.
But he would not. He who loved me as
he loved his own soul. They live not out of
Italy who thus love women. Three to one
they were who thus bent after MS in pur-
suit. They gained on us-ever gained by
relays. And II can go no farther,
sweet, can go no farther; Law me
down TO die" But he would not, Bianco.
He gave his life for me-
shouting, and sudden roar of mems
voices. They were on us. / spraDg from
him and i threw myself before MIN like
lioness at bay. A saber cut at that moment
passed over my face. | knew nothing.
They left us lying t5era.
There we lay when day dawned; he was
dead They had cut off his hands-the
pirates Those bands that had fought for
NE. They had left me alone in my grief.
When night fell / left him there. hidden in