The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-07-28

n Spot where she could look through a | crevice of the rocks unobserved. | There sat the youth, to her like fair god among his goats. between his huts and his palo. binding up the injured leg | of one of her own lost cavretti his own goats looking familiarly. wisely and ap- provingly upon the humane perform ance.
 It was so clean. sweet and Inviting about the pretty station that the heart of the lonely girl. whose eager eyes | fea sted fiercely upon the scene, re- morselessly smote her that she had so | much wandered and labored so little. She saw that beautiful vines, ferns, lichens and mosses from the crags and the glens had been trained against the open door space and about the window of the hut, or disposed prettily against the partly encircling natural rock walls without. A few birds of gay plumage, with less gaudy and tiner birds of song. evidently snared by the goat herds own hands, were chatteringly swinging in rude cages from the palo arms. or standing upon hut roof and in other convenient places. About the hut upon the rocks. full to the air and the sun. lay various articles of clothing, wondrously rich for a goatherd's: while. in earthen vessels. used by goatherd' 8 for holding goat milk, cheese and the famous mountain broccia, were trans- planted ranunculi, camomiles, pansies and forget-me-nots. brightening the sterile places until 1t glowed like a gar den of the valley.
 When the strange goatherd had done caring for the suffering kid. he set 1t down gently and gaily boxed the beard ed chins of those goats which had gath cred most closely about him. There. Benigno. and you, Donate, and you. wise old Fiiberto." he ex- claimed merrily, calling each animal by name as the friendly cuttings were giv- en. that is to jog your memories as to the sacred law of hospitality. A ban dits goats must be especially chival- rous to strangers. Treat the little ca vretto with great kindness till it's mas ter be found"
 Agnese had leaned so far forward, en- raptured with the pretty scene, that her sustaining hand dislodged a piece of
 
 which, falling into the little basin of stone where the singers hut and goats were hidden, brought the goatherd to his feet with a leap.
 So swift are danger and action on Monte Rotondo that, when upon his feet. his gun was already presented full at the breast of the skin-clad fig ure in the crevice.
 The barrels slowly descended as ithe goatherd more clearly discerned its out lines and his eyes met the glowing orbs Of admiration fastened upon him. He cast the gun aside; stepped toward the now blushlng girl, and said in a tone which thrilled the intruder:
 "Advance-friend or foe in woman's form!-and benvunito!'
 She stepped lightly down the rocks and came to him with an inexplicable eagerness. Their hands instantly clasped For time they stood silent, the girl looking into His face with home coming, trustful. adoring gaze. and he wonderingly but tenderly returning her look; for he held in his own the warm hands of beautiful maiden. It was the meeting of two souls, of man and woman. imprisoned in free dom. shut within the inexpressible lone Illness of their separate lives, and, though impelled by different ruling pas- sions. both the prey to an unutterable human hunger more maddening than the wolf's. This. too. on Monte Roton- do. and in Corsica; and in Monte Ro- tondo consuming fires have been kin died by things so inert as dead limbs in their abrasion by the tempest, and by the fierce wind-whipping of fallen leaves
 T am Agnese." she said beafningly and innocently as he led her within the hut and gave her of bread, milk and wine, land 1t is my cavretto whose wounds you have healed"
 NO less would do for the cavrettos owner. had she a wound to heal" he replied feel!ngly and with radiant, ad- miring look. T am-I am-Marco, now!"
 "Goatherd or bandit" she trustfully asked. f
 Both for the time. bio mic! It is a weary. weary life!'
 t Mot if it give the 'blood-rcvenger she returned half fercely but wonder ingly, as she looked upon his goats, his birds, his flowers and plants, as if high est human wish could yield no more.
 "The blood revenge? Curse it for the curse of Corsica! Curse those who seek it." he replied vehemently, breaking from her side and striding about among the startled goats.
 "Ah, but you simple, innocent girl, know ,naught of this. Forgive me for violence in presence of my fairest, my most welcome guest'
 A puzzled look came into, the girls fine face. She ate for time without speaking. Then she turned to her host hesitatingly with. ,
 "signore Marco, is 1t not right. to seek the blood revenge?" "A s.:
 "No. Agnese. It is hellish, horriblem
 Are you not here because of that?"
 No, no, no, Agnese. It is because I struck the death blow in q monsent of frenzied fear have innocently mur- dered. I am banned by the law. have received the sonetto (the sentence in contumaciam). would rather my take life. even if intolerably wronged."
 He wondered now at her action. She had covered her eyes with her hands and was rocking violently to and fro while sobbing pitifully. At last she burst forth pleadingly:
 "Ah. if your sister, your mother. your brother. your father!-she almost shrieked the words "yoIIr fatheri-