Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1895-10-31

to die! Yes, yes; / know YOU are Fabio
-Fabio-my husband-Fabio, whom I
thought dead-Fabio-Oh!' and she
sobbed convulsively. ''You said you
loved me to-day when you married
me! Why did you marry me? was
your wife alrcady-why-why? On,
horrible, horrible! / see-I understand
it all now! But do not, do not kill me,
Fabio-I am afraid to die!'
And she hid her face at my feet and
grovelled there. AS quickly Gained as
I had been suddenly furious, l put
back the dagger. / smoothed my voice
and spoke with hooking courtesy.
pray do not alarm yourself" l said
coolly. II have not the slightest in
tention Of killing you! / am no vulgar
murderer, yielding to mere brute in
stincts. You forget; a Neapolitan has
hot passions; but he also has finesse,
especially In matters Of vengeance. I
brought you here TO tell you Of my ex-
istence, and to confront you with the
proofs OF 1t. Rise, / beg of you, we
have plenty Of time to talk; with a lit
tie patience / shall make things clear
to you. Riser
She obeyed me, lifting herself up re-
~luctantly with a long, shuddering sigh.
AS she stood upright l laughed con-
temptuously.
What! no love words for me-" I
cried, moi n kiss, not n smile, not
m word of welcome? You say you
know Newell, are you not glad to
see your ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS were
such an inconsolable widow!"
A strange culver passed over her
face-she wrung her hands together
hard, but she said no word.
"Listen!" l said, there Is more TO
tell. When I broke lose from the
grasp Of death, when l came home-I
found my vacant post already occu-
pied. l arrived in time to witness a
very pretty pastoral play. The scene
was the lick avenue-the actors, you,
my wife, and Guido, my friend!'
She raised her head and uttered a
low exclamation of fear. l advanced
a step or two and spoke more rapidly.
you hear? There was moonlight
and the song of the Neutrality-suspicious.,
the stage effects were perfect! I
watched the progress of the comedy
with what emotions you can imagine.
l learned muck that was new to me.
l became aware that for a lady Of
your large heart and sensitive
feelings one husband was not
sufficient" here l laid my hand on
her shoulder and gazed into her face,
while her eyes dilated with ter
ror, stared hopelessly up to mine
land that within three little months OF
your marriage to m you provided
yourself with another. Nay, no de-
NAL can serve you! Guido Fcrrari was
husband to you in all things but the
name. l mastered the situatiOn,-I
rose to the emergency. Trick for
trick, comedy for comedy! You know
the rest. AS the Count Olivia you a n
not deny that l acted WELL For the
second time | courted you, but not
half as eagerly as you courted me! For
the second time / have married you!
Who shall deny that you are most
thoroughly mine-mine, body and soul,
till death do us part"
And | loosened my grasp of her:
she writhcd from me like some gilt
tering wounded serpent. The tears
had dried on her cheeks. her features
were rigid and waX-like as the fca-
lures of a corpse; only her dark eyes
shone and those seemed ~preternatur-
ally large, and cleaned with an evil
luster. l moved a little away, and
turning my own coffin on it's side, I
sat down upon it as indifferently as
though 1t were an easy chair in q
drawing room. CHANGING at her then,
| saw a wavering light upon her face.
Some idea had entered into her mind.
h moved gradually from the wall
where she leaned, watching me fear
fully as she did so. / made no at
tempt to stir from the seat l occupied.
Slowly, slowly, still keepin~ her eyes
on me, she glided sep by step onward
passed me;-then with IA sudden
- she reached the stairway, and
bounded up it with the startled hasts
Of a hunted deer. l smiled to myself!
/ heard her shaking the iron gateway
to and fro with all her feeble strength;
she called aloud for help several
times. Only the sullen echoes of the
vault answered her, and the wild
whistle of the wind as it surged
through the trees in the cemetery. At
last she screamed ~furiously as a saw
age cat might scream-the rustic OF
her silken robes came swiftly sweep
Ing down the steps, and with a spring
like that of a young tigress she con-
fronted me, the blood now burning
III III hCi IaNt, III tIdHSlOIl III
ing 1t back TO something of its old
beauty.
unlock that door, she cried with a
furious stamp OF her foot. Assassin!
traitor! l hate you! 1 always hated
you! Unlock that door, l tell you, You
dare not disobey me-; you have TO
right to murder mc"'
l looked at her coldly: the torrent
of her words was suddenly checked.
something in my expression daumtod
her: she trembled and shrank back.
mo right" I said mockingly. II
differ from you! A mar once married
has some right over his wife, but a
man twice married TO the same wom-
an, has surely gained n double author
ity! And as for dare notr there Is
nothing l dare not do tonight
And with that I arose and approach
ed her. A torrent Of passionate indig-
nation boiled in my veins: / seized her
two white arms and held her fast.
you talk Of murder!" 1 muttered