The morning call., 1894-11-11
A CORSICAN AFFAIR.
The Dying Mans Command to His Son-The
Promse-The Result.

! joying the good gifts Of sunshine and be-
wltching landscapes without either re-
morse or fOrebndings.
From Porto Veccnio he was to strike
into the mountains. and lay bis snares for
the Leonetji, who had their dwellings
among the sources of the Stabiacco.
| 1t was happy week, this that he spent
| between the mountains and the blue sea-
] But at the sight of the walls of Porto
Vecchio he remembered his responsible
| ties to the uttermost.
Yet another brief respite was allowed
| him. however.
At the inn where he stayed was a lovely
young girl named Caterina. She could
! not have been more than Is, though her
! large somber blue eyes had a woman's ex-
! preston. The twain soon made acqualnt-
ance. The girls mother was taken by
| Cesare's looks, and would fain have
! learned all about him. But, of course,
that was impossible. Nevertheless. the
three DAYS the lad spent in this ancient
town were enough for both Cesare and
| Caterna.
II will come back for you, my angel"
| said the lad. when on the fourth morning
he had shculdered lis gun and prepared
for his hideous undertaking. BE true to
me-"
The girls eyes answered him sufficien tly
Thou hast all my neart, GEAR Cesare,
she whispered.
From early morning until late In the
afternoon The lad clambered among the
oaks and Irecipices, wondering now MS
task would come TO him. be was Dound
for a little village high up. Here ne
meant to mature his plans In the very
midst of the Leonetti he had come to de-
stroy.
But when 1t was near shutdown he Tell
In with a Young man hardly older than
himself, whose vivacity and gift OF per-
suasiOn had strange power over MIN.
Il am bent on a dark business" ne told
Cesare. 'oTis no less than bloodshed.
We are in vendetta. Wilt join me p
Cesare looked thunderstruck.
81, too, am here in vendetta" he SIAM
mered out.
Good! Then let us take an oath of
fir endship. You will help me this after
do for me-"
"What is the name of the doomed one ?"
asked Cesare.
THAT" replied the other, 81 do not tell
thee. Neither am | inquisitive about thy
QUARREL
Then The thought flashed to Cesare's
mind that it was LeOnettl who was being
pursued.
II am thine" he said, Offering him his
hand.
And thine" said the other, and they
swure an OATH in the matter
This done, at the bidding of his friend.
who said he might be called Carlo, Cesare
loaded his gun afresh Together they then
stole by craggy path toward a highland
glen. or. rather, basin. occupied entirely by
a mount tiu torrent, few pine trees, in
Vulnerable powders and single black
browed hut
He has been away long time," whis-
pered Carlo; perhaps he thinks he is for
gotten. All! he shall be taught differ
emily"
1t was arranged that having crept as
near as possible to the house in the dusk
they should lie concealed behind the rocks
until the man came out or showed In his
doorway.
The plan worked only too we'll.
In less than quarter of an hour tall.
| broad-shouldered man opened the door to
look forth.
at is he" whispered Carlo; shoot"
The victim dropped on the thres hold.
The TWO young men did not wait to hear
more than one cry from the woman who
rushed to the stricken man They hurried
down and down, and drew breath only
when they were near the village of Carlos
home.
Here, when the houses showed, Cesare
put the question that had of late lowered
on his lips:
''Was he Leonetti?"
The other laughed as he replied:
Mother of God, mol l am a Leouettii
He was Forli-the last of them in Cor
slca!'
Cesare was like to faint. at first. He had
not been bred in Corsica, and was unused
to such shocks. Then he grasped his gun,
and, looking Carlo in the face. said:
II, too, am Forli."
But Carlo. uplifting his own gun,
shouted:
Remember our bond-we are friends. l
have sworn, and you have sworn."
CeSare yielded to the persuasion.
1T is terriblei" he muttered.
with Carlo, who gave him the name of
! Pinello to make it possible for him TO re-
ceive the hospitality of the family.
Giovanni Leopetti lived in the village.
! He was uncle to Carlo, and a stalwart
steps from his house without his gun
! loaded.
| Cesare slept little this, his frst night in
the thick of Corsican feuds. He was
! thinking of his father. of Catevina, of the
! man he had sbot-his own fathers half
| brother, as it turned Out-and of thevenge-
! ance he would sooner or later Wreak on
| young Carlo.
But Giovanni Leonetti was to die first
His mother had told him why, ere he left
| the mainland. The man had shot her
first-born, Angelo, when he was a pretty
| boy of S-had shot him as you or L would
shoot partridge. 1t was not, of course.
! from personal eumily, tut merely in per-
| petuation of the traditional feud. 1mme-
! diately afterward the police he'd taken
Antonio Forli. Antonio had shot two Of