The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1893-12-09
DAWN.

was one Of those cursed with a beauti-
full face, who used the beauty heaven
had given her to work misery and de-
struction among her fellow creatures.
LET me tell my own tale-what she
did to me. I tried her in my own
nliEd, condemned her-took the law into
my own hands and slew her. Let me
tell you what she did. Three years
ago l was good in heart and soul, de-
voted to my country. I had great
hopes, fiery ambition; I longed to i'm
itate the great men Of my native land,
and devote my life to her service.
Bella 1talia-I had no other love.
Il met the siren who has wrecked
my life, admired her, and for a time
resisted her. I said to myself. No
love but that Of Italy I stecled my
heart against the warm glances of her
Eyes, against the lovely smiles ot her
red lips, against the touch Of hcc white
hands; and, when she SAW that 4 few
sweet smiles and looks would lot move
me, she set to work to ruin me-
"She did not love-l,or in the least:
out she had a thirst fol-. -conquests.
Mems hearts were playthings to }er;
she loved to torture them. She saw
that l had resolved to steel ny heart
against her, and she resolved to win
me. She gave ME any rest until
she had made ME love her.
u you know how we Italians love?
We love with a fire such as you cold
Englfshmen never know. She lighted
this fire in my heart solely to crafty
her W vain love Of conquest. She
made me love her; and I loved ler as
madly as any man ever loved woman.
laid my heart and soul at her feet;
n then she was content. I lived in
q fools paradise for a few days; then
I asked her to be my wife. She laugh
ed at me; and my hot blood boiled with
rage. I said to her:
You have aroused the love in my
heart; you must be my wife. -
"She laughed again, and the FIRE
burned more tiercely in my blood. I
swore that she should be mine. She
was frightened, and tried to temporlze
by 4 few soft words and looks. TIE
Gay came when she spoke IF returning
to England, still laughing at the no.
ton Of being my wife. We had a:lsry
words, and l sW0re that If she liI not
keep the promise she had made ne. I
would follow her to the end Of The
world and kill her.
patriotism, country, honor, fidelity,
all became less than nothing to me.
l bore my pain until I could bear it
no longer, and then I followed her to
England. l read In a provincial news
paper that she was at Dene Hall. I
knew her well. If l had asked after
have eyaded ne; so ! went to her win
dow by night. / gave her a fair chance
for her life. I asked her to marry me,
and she refused. We talked for an
hour. She was beautiful could not
kill her; I let her go back into the
house again. Then / brooded over my
wrongs-brooded until 1 grew mad.
She must die!!' Under the stars T
swore that she should. I climbed 10
her window and entered the room.
She lay fast asleep, her hands wrapped
in a small blue-and-white shawl. All,
heaven, shall I eve forget the sight
the lovely face so placid and still, the
red lips parted in sleep?
II had no mercy-I stabbed her to
the heart. She died instantaneously.
She never moved or stirred beyond
clinching her hands; and I went as I
had come-but I had had my revenge.
Open that locked box; here is the key.
You will find in it the dagger that I
used. It is an old heirloom of the
Fieschi family. You will say that
heaven was quick to punish me. AS
I climbed the outer wall of the park
my arm caught on a great rusty nail,
and my flesh was torn even to the
bone. I took little notice of the
wound; but my neglect has ended
fatally. It is a just punishment, you
will say-perhaps it is.
"Now you have little time to lose.
Hasten to the home secretary. The
girl is quite innocent-he will respite
her. Do not trouble about me; I shall
soon be dead"
Save that the police were directed to
watch, Mr.. Barton, Mr.. Chevril and
Alan did just as he had advised; they
went all three together, and the home
secretary did all in his power to help
them.
When the reprieve was safe in his
hands, Alan had even then a hard
struggle before him. There was no
telegraph wires to diversions; he had
to engage a special train-and that
was delayed by an accident. He was
only just in time to save Uyacinth's
life.
When she awoke from her long
swoon. it was to find his arms round
her and his kisses warm OH her face,
"Oh, my love-" she cried, the agony
Of the past weary night" He looked
at her. s.,
Think no more Of it, he said, this
is the golden dawn"
Count Fieschi died that night; and
before another day had passed his con-
fession was spread oil over England:
People read it with wondering eyes.
How foolish they had been to think
Hyacinth Vane guilty!
Hyacinth stood by the green grave