Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1895-09-26

penned lines that now awaited my nA
rusal. Slowly i united the ribbon.
With methodicil dellberation i g
one letter after the other. They were
all from Nina-all written TO Guido
while he was in Rome, tome of them
bearing dates of the very days when
she had feigned TO love meme, her
newly accepted husband. One very
amorous epistle had been written on
the self same evening she bad plighted
her trott to me!-Letters burning and
tenderh full of the most passionate
protestations OF fidelity, oyerfiowing
with the sweetest terms OF endear-
ment, with such a ring OF truth and
love throughout them that surely 1t
was no wonder that Guides suspic-
ions were all ~unwakened, and that he
! had reason TO believe himself safe In
his fools paradise. One passage In
this poetical and romantic correspond
eDce fixed my attention. Ii ran thus
why do you write so much OF mar
rage TO me, Guido milo? IL seems 10
my mind that all the JOY OF loving
( will be taken from US when once the
hard world knows OF our passion. Ii
YOU become my husband you will as
suredly cease 10 be my lover, and that
would break my heart. All, my best
beloved! / desire you to be my lover
always as you were when Fabio lived
why bring commonplace matrimony
into the heaven OF such 4 passion as
oursg"
I studied these words atentively.
or course | understood their drift. she
had tried 10 feel her way with the
dead man. She had wanted to marry
me, and yet retain Guido for her lone
ly hours. as her lover always Such
a pretty ingenious plan ii was! No
thief, no murderer ever laid cum
ming schemes than she; but the law
looks after thieves and murderers.
For such a woman as this Law says,
Divorce her. Let the criminal go scot
free. Others NAV do il that choose
/ have different ideas OF justice.
Tying up the packet of letters again,
with their sickening perfume and their
blood stained edges. l draw out the
last g~raciouSly worded missive | had
received from Nina. OF course / heard
from her every day-she was a most
faithful correspondent! The same at
fectionate expressions characterized
her letters to me &c those that had de-
4 IuItn lHE ufdu lVhSI-N Nhlr
ence. that whereas she inyeighed very
much against the prosiness OF mar
riage to Guido, to me she drew the
most touching picture Of her desola-
ton, how lonely she had felt since
her dear husbands" death how re-
joiced she was TO think she was soon
again to he 4 happy wife-the wife of
one so noble. So true, so devoted as /
was, She had left the convent and was
now at home-when should she have
the happiness OF welcoming me. her
best beloved Cesare back to Naples!
She certainly deserved some credit for
Z artistic lying: / could not understand
how she managed 10 do il 50 Wen.
Almost | admired her skill. as one
sometimes admircs a col-headed burg
lar. who has more skill. cunning, and
pluck than his comrades. l thought
with triumph that though the wording
of F~errari's adj enabled he7 to secure
all other letters she might have writ
ten to him. this one little packet of
documentary evidence was more than
sufficient for my purposes. And re-
solved TO retain it in my own keeping
till the time came for ME TO use II
against her.
And how about D. Avencourt's friend
~ advice concerning the matrimon-
ial knot: "A man should not walk on
the edge OF a precipice with his eyes
shat" Very true. But il his eyes are
open and he has his enemy by the
throat. the edge OF a precipice is a
convenient position for hurting that
enemy down to death in a quiet way,
that the world need know nothing of,
So for the present / preferred the pre-
j cipice 10 walking on level ground.
rose from my seat near the Pun
TO d'AngeIo. Ii was growing late in
the afternoon. From the little church
below me soft bells rang out the An,
gelus. ard with them chimed in q sol
emn and harsher sound from the tur-
ret of the Mount Vergine. | lifted my
hat with the customary reverence and
stood listening, with my feet deep in
the grass and scented thyme. and
more than once glanced up at the
height whereon the venerable sane
!tuary held its post. like some lonely old
god of memory breeding over vanish
ed years. There. according TO tradi
ton. was once celebrated the worship
of the many-treasted Cybeie: dCwI
that very slope of grass dotted witt
yiolets had rushed the bowling, naked