The state chronicle. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1883-1893, 1891-03-25
THE CHOSEN
OF ITALY.

THE CHOSEN
OF ITALY.
Each person present drew card from
the basket aud passed from the room
His card WAS TO be inspected in private,
for no one WAS 10 know who was 10 be
the avenger.
When l arrived in my room I looked
at my card aud on ii WAS written the
fated words: The Chosen OF Italy"
l at once began TO look for the doomed
Americans. They had all three left New
Orleans. Somebody had told them OF
the decree OF the Malta Who?
The Cow Boy Traitor.
Near Silver City. New Mexico, there
was prosperous young herdsman.
One night new COW boy WAS EN-
ployed. He was strong and robust. Be
ing better educated than the Ordinary
run Of COW boys, he became intimate
with the owner OF the ranch, and was
more of . companion than an employe
Walter Blakeley was fast becoming
one OF the richest men ip that section,
and he had from tine TO time sought
new ranches until he owned some half
dozen within radius of twenty miles.
The new cowboy soon became SO much
of companion that when Blakeley sept
the other cowboys from ranch TO ranch.
he always remained with him to hunt,
play cards, or smoke and drink.
On certain day the cowboys would
all be at the farthest ranch from where
Blakeley lived.
that he intended to visit Silver City.
He left the ranch and rode to the camp
Of band Of hostile Apache Indians
eighty miles away.
On the day when Blakely and his com
panion were left alone two dozen Indian
warriors came down upon the ranch.
There was show Of fight, but they
were both captured.
Blakeley was bound to a lake He
was greatly surprised when he saw the
walked up to him Blakely said:
"Have you played the traitorf'
The cowboy replied:
"No; am true to Italy, my country"
And he drew out hunting knife and
stabbed his employer to the heart, and
then cut upon his breast the form OF y
heart and a dagger.
W hen the Indians had gone and taken
with them an die cattle on the ranch,
the traitor raised an ala-.r2, and, with
the statement that he had efIected an
escape when the Indians approached,
he was allowed to part in peace.
III.
A Monte Carlo Gambler.
The game was running high at Monte
Carlo.
Outside could be heard the swish, "
''swish" of the water.
There was an odOr of violets that arose
above the smoke in the close atmos-
phere. The women nearly all wore
bunches of that flower
You are reckless to night, Monsieur
Murrell, said young woman who had
lost her last sou.
cit is the way to win;" said stall
wart Italian court
The play went on until late in the
night, when the young man addressed as
Murrell by the black eyed woman. arose
and swept the stakes into his pocket.
He quilted the apartment and WAS fol-
lowed by the italian count.
''To the Eotel q questioned the count.
eyes"
"Then will accompany you
They walked along by the sea-shore
for half a mile.
There was CLEAN in the moonlight Of
a stilletto in the counts hand; there was
a stified moan from Isadore Murrell, and
he lay dead, while the moonlight danced
upon the water that washed the shores
Of Monte Carlo.
The Mystery Of n Prison Cell.
The trial had ended and Noel Andre
had been sentenced to two years i'm
prisonment in the Tombs of New York
for embezzlement.
The day after his conviction the New
York papers contained sensational &C
counts of the arrest of an Italian for q
bold robbery at . national bank. He had
reached over the railing and grabbed a
package of bills. He was captured and
at his trial was committed TO the Toom bs
for three years.
After the lapse OF a few months An
DIRE and the Italian were put into al join
ing cells, separated by stone wall.
Night after night the Italian picked
out the mortar about one of the stone.
in the wall with q rusty blade OF a knife
which he had secreted for months abou
his person.
AT the end Of three months the ston,
was loosened
Late one night it was drawn from il
place and the Italian crawled through
the opening.
Before Andre could divine what wa
taking place fingers were clutched abb u
his throat.
For months afterwards the mysteriou
death OF the prisoner, Andre, was talk o.
about. He was found dead, and IT,
prison keeper reported it a case OF sui
eide.
The italian worked bis sentence ou
and disappeared.
When I returned to New Orlean
| after my ''five years sojourn in Eorop
| visiting my relatives" resumed u
position with Ki~ero.
saw much of his daughter Anito, ant
became desperately in love with her
Finally, when l pressed my suit, sh
told me that she had loved Noel Andre
who had left New Orleans FIVE years be
fore. and she would never marry unit
she knew what had become Of him
| ''He is dead" said, and l aaw hal
made feasfuI mistake.
She sprang to her feet and exclaime'
with the fire Of wrath leaping from he
eyes:
/. 80 you miserable murderers hav
killed nim, have youf l knew that tn
cowardly ruffians had doomed him L
die, and I warned him TO leave Ne'
Orleans. And you have murdered hin
Hear me: Every member Of that mur
derous gang shall be punished by tn
law"
l fed from her presence.