Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-01-27

pVSnteSiou OF by her, and l was not sl
prised when, unlimited, she entered N
Z room, declining, however, with an in
= patient gesture, my request to her to |
{ seated.
"signora, you saw me weep last night
2 did, Rosina. Are you in froublefn
? =, Signora? | am ever in trouble. n,
burning up here. She struck her han
heavily upon her heart. you sing M
story of my life when see you in the Id
act there. know shall do the same a
You do in the end f"
mo, no. Rosina she dies, you will NOT
and vengeance is a poor thing.u
1T IS not" she said fercely. at
blessed It is beautiful It is the only Thin
that will stop the ache here,n again strik
ing her heart why do come and tel
you thisi Because feel when Won NOV
me 50 that we share for the time the on
heart. An, signora, you sympathize will
Yes, Rosina, but not in that way; no
IN the way you think. do because vot
were good, loving daughter and sister
they tell me, and now you are alone ant
unhappy for those lost ties"
On, she gave a suppressed scream
Leave that alone, they rest. | shaI
soon" Choking a sob, she abruptly and
hurriedly left the room, and / saw her onl,
IN the theater from the stage after that
/ Then came the news Of her murder. fol
lowed soon after by that Of the arrest ~
some men at the brick kins who were
1 suspected Of the crime. After examina.
/ ton all but three were discharged. these N
! be tried for murder, the penalty being i'm.
I prisonment for life, as there is no capital
punishment in Italy The fiery, impetuous
Italians convicted of murder are known to
plead hard for death, as the ball and chain
Tor life are particularly dreaded.
AS these men stoodin the prisoners dock
the day OF trial they presented truly ter
rlble aspect, unshaven, haggard, with fierce
or lowering faces and furtiye glances. with
gestures Of impotence and rage they
looked indeed capable of any sinister un
dertakng, and public sentiment was
s5rohgiy against them. The arguments
on both sides were brilliant and eloauent-
now she was dead many felt sympathy and
some sorrow for poor Rosina, who had
certainly been inoiTensiye enough. and "a.
terestand sympathy are always manifested
for those we are accustomed to see daily.
besides her graceful calling, her generosity
with her fragrant wares had contributed
10 make her favorite, and thus. said the
lawyer as he pictured her, graceful. hand
some, generous, kindly and indeed en-
lowed with those numberless pleasant
traits people are wont to discover in us
after DEATH
The crowd in the hgll OF Justice. as the
imposing and pillared courtroom was
called, hung breathless on the eloquent
Ups OF the lawyer; even the prisoners mani
tested an interest and listened, doggedly IA
DE sure, and seemingly in spite of them
selves, as the waves of the flowing and 20
etieal language poured from the impas.
stoned lips. Such was Rosina as she
walked out Of our quiet city that night. lit.
tie suspecting her fate, on her way to yiait
a poor relative in a neighborng CITY. Born
q peasant, she scorned aught but d meas.
ants methods of travelling, and alone and
on foot she pursued her way. Bent
on her kind and charitable errand
she approaches the waste, lonely fields
where are the brick kilns; her comina
IS marked by these black hearted vii |
Jams; she never passes the brick l,ilns |
rs never seen more after the light from the
blazing furnaces flashes on her beautiful /
face Ask these men, the LAWYER said |
pointing TO the prisoners, where Rosina |
is," Then in deep and thrilling voice lie |
repeated, his long forefnger pointing at 1
the sullen men, where is Rosinas''
HereW cried ringing voice, and in the
midst OF a wild tumult Rosina herself /
walked with massive dignity down the
great nall between the crowded benches to
lhe Judge, who looked appalled, at what
seemed thesubstantial ghost Of murdered
woman,
She turned and looked at the prisoners
a babel of noise prevented her speaking.
the crowd at length realizing that She n,iist
have story to tell, became silent.
Those men theref | never saw them
before, they never saw me, for never went
70 the brick kilns. I took the train. YES
peasant as ] am, l took the train. did |
not walk, signor advocate. took the
train for Turin.n
why did You not come before?n asked
Ihe judge.
II came when my work was finished
What workgN said the Judge
Il went to kill, not TO be killed" Rosina
replied with blood curdling simplicity and
brevity.
TO kill" gasped the judge. "whog
What? Howl"
Count Torrani,n she replied, with the
iame stony calmness. A great shudder
seemed TO run through the hall, and the
Judge motoned the gems d'aranes nearer.
You have killed himw sternly INQUIRED
he judge
ALIAS, no; he had killed himself. When
ne heard had come to carry out NV threat
le cheated me again.
but why did you wish to kill himgn
II loved him. He promised should be
lis wife, the Countess Torrani. He spent
ny money. He jeered at me. was
ieasant, he n nobleman; could peasant
md an aristocrat, an officer in the Italian
lrmy, mate2 He abused me; he turned me
way, then my head went bad. couldn't
hink, Il was all confused; he took away all
owe and hope out of my life; I hated him
hen; ! said ! would kill him, but even thar
rope hedestroyed with himself Heaven
tself is against me, and hell will not help
neW She burst into a wild shrek, half
aughter, half an agonizing wall. Those
Who head il will never forget it. She fell
N the floor, writhing in agony; people
rowded around her and efforts were made
0 restore her; when she finally regained
Consciousness, it was found that the strain
lad been too great, the chord had snapped.
he harmony of life was broken. She had
ost her reason and poor Rosina had be-
ONE a raving maniac.
The story was confirmed at once Count
'orrant, dreading her vengeance, had shot
himself; the citizens said, 1T would have
'een so much simpler to have married
ler"
It turned out that the three prisoners
we're good men and true, " in spite OF their
ccusing aspect They departed from the
all Of justice as heroes, the populace
heering them as wildly as they had but a
hort while before groaned and jeered at
hem