The morning call., 1894-11-11

The little Angelo remained unatoned
| for.
Giovanni Leonetti came and stared at
| Cesare.
what is thy business in the mopn-
| tains?" he asked. Something in the ladjs
face made him uneasy.
"He has none. u cle." said Carlo. an
! swering for him. He was lost, and he
aid US a service in helping to finish off
Giacomo F0rli."
"Good, then we are friends" ren,iod
| Giovanni. But if he could have seen the
hungry look in Cesare's eyes when he
! turned to go, he would have amended hIs
words.
"Be:pa,ient." said younglCarlo to Cesare:
you have bound me to aid you, [ will do
it. The afterward shall take care of Itself
Only tarry till his granddaughter comes
from the town. Let him see her; they are
81 fond of each other. Between ourselves,
Cesare. love that girl; but she loves not
| me, though perhaps she Will do II. Let him
| see her once more and then we will decide
1t. There is the family feud, and there is
the personal bond. The latter is stronger
with the individual, the former with the
clan. l would, however, we had never met"
And l, !" said Cesare. The lad was per-
picked. There were times when his hot
blood urged him to take Carlos life at
once. And again there were times when
ne sobbed to himself that il was impossible
be could kill his companion.
For three days this strange life went on.
On the fourth day, at noon, when Cesare
came In from the mountains, whittier he
had been roaming with his wild thoughts,
Carlo told him the news.
''She mas arrived"
"Who?" asked the other.
Come and see," said Carlo.
They crossed the green village square.
with the great chestnut tree gro Wing in lss
midst, and approached Giovanni LeOnetti's
house. Then they entered.
Good day, cara mia," exclaimed Carlo,
The girl he addressed turned, and Co.
sare stepped backward with a thumpi
heart.
"CaterinaW he exclaimed ipvoluntariIv
1t was she, sure enough. But though
she was at first confused, she lad the tact
of her sex, and it was not difficult for her
to explain to her grandsire her meeting
with Cesare as if it were the most trivial
matter under the sun. But the spark of
jealousy had been struck In Carlos soul.
He saw more than his uncle saw. And
when they were outside agai he taxed his
companion with it.
Hast said aught of love to that girl, nv
friendY ' he asked.
"What is that to thee?" retorted Cesare.
ali bis pride of family in flame.
Good. or rather bad!' rejoined the
other. ut makes things simpler, though
it will mean the saying of more Masses"
There were few words exchanged be-
tween the young men that day. Late in
the evening, however, Carlo, who had be-
come saturnine in the extreme, called &C.
sare to the door.
Let us talk" he said, under the chest
nut tree. There is moon. You will not
want your gun"
II trust you," replied Cesare, and to-
gether they went out.
Thea. with numb bed heart Cesare list
ened to Carlos cold-blooded plan for the
shooting of his own uncle. Tho old man
went out early every day to see to his
goats. They were to follow him by stealth
the next morning. The rest would be
easy.
"Aud aiterward?" suggested Cesare,
almost trembling; his thoughts were with
Caterina.
'.Afterward-we will see," responded
Carlo. and his thoughts also were with
Caterlna.
They returned to the house in silence,
and in silence each went to bed.
The morning opened with mist and rain.
But that was nothing. They were used to
both in the C0rsican highlands. Neither
deferred old Giovanni from seeking his
goats, gun 10 hand. And neither kept the
two lads from getting on his track ana
following him over the slippery rocks and
wet grass until the opportunity presented
itself.
They were close on his heels at length.
He had stopped to light his pipe. with his
companion on the shoulder, pointed, ana
whispered:
'.Behold your quarry!'
No shot could have been simpler. In
one instant Cesare had his gun extended,
and the next the rocks echoed with the
report, and old Leonetti lay on his face,
shot through the heart.
Let us see how 1t has gone" said Carlo
quietly.
They turned the old man over He was
dead as Julius Cesar.
Thrilled with a demoniacal sense of ella:
ton, Cesare now offered his hand to his
friend-to have it rejected with such scorn
as few but CorsieanS can express by word
and look. Carlo was abOil with passion
for his famly's aud his own sake.
THAT is over.' he said hoarsely. refer
ring to their recent friendship. There is
no feud in all Corsica more mortal than
ours. Load Thy gun"
but, Carlo" began the poor lad.
but nothing. 1 owe life for this
here"--pointing at his uncle's bOdy-"and
another for thy ins0lence in forestalling
NE with-with her."
Then Cesare understood. The pride of
the Forli was good match for the pride
of the LeOnettI.
Without another word the lad reloaded.
Ten PAGES will do" said Carlo; "the
signal shall be the crOaking of the first
raven after we are in station"
These were the last words they ex-
changed.
For nearly minute they stood. each
with gun leveled at the others forehead,
There was raven hard by on a yithered
pine trunk, but it kept deathly silence for
full fifty seconds. At last it croaked.
"BangW
The two gnns fired simultaneously, and
almost simultaneously the Two lads fell
dead.
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