The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1895-11-08
CONSCIENCE MONEY.

MONLl L.
During my residence at the Villa
Medicis-from 1871 to 1S74-we were
constantly hearing Of highway robbery,
and even Of downright ~brigandage, out
OF the Campagna and up in the noun
tains. Sometimes rumor would bring
the marauders to the very gates Of the
city, and at last the bandits were re-
ported to have ventured into the town
itself. The report did not ~exaggerate the
reality.
Happily n Of our party fell a VIC
tim to these attempts save one, who
was stopped in open day by the side of
Santa Maria Maggiore, forced back to
the wall and "held up" with half q
dozen knives cleaning in a semicircle
around his throat.
He was relieved Of his watch and
gave up his purse, but beyond the loss
Of these articles suffered no injury. The
watch he subsequently recovered, and
the purse contained only o few francs.
Simon Backer always was a lucky dog.
There was at this time, in the moun
tains near Cervara, a bandit whose &C.
tivity and audacity had made him a ter
TOR to the district for several months
past. Emboldened by the smiles with
which fortune favored him, he grew
daily more daring. He had ventured in
to Subiaco and carried off prisoners I'M
der the walls of Tivoli. The peasants
never failed to cross themselves when
they spoke of Fontana. He was said to
be not more than 20 at most, of a strik-
ingly handsome presence, and to a cour-
age that was indomitable he added the
strength of a Hercules.
For nearly half a year this fellow and
his band of cutthroats held possession
Of the Campagna. The attempts made
from time to time to take him always
came to nothing. Now it would be the
royal and now the pontifical gendar-
merle that would go after him, but the
carbineers seemed never to arrive in
time. There was always something to
delay their departure or obstruct their
march.
The Campagna is Q veritable land Of
Goshen for a brigand who knows his
business. Everywhere there are grottoes,
caverns, grass grown ruins, abandoned
quarries and broad belts Of forest, I'M
trodden for generations. A few villages,
lost in these solitudes, are united to the
outer world by a track which is un-
worthy the name of road and bound to-
gether by footpaths only recognizable by
those accustomed to use them.
The child t~rotting from n to the
other with a cheese for the grandmother,
or returning with water from the dis
amt fountain, would frequently fall in
with the wolf"
This "wolf" was Fontana disguised.
With some cheap trinkets, perhaps a
necklace of beads or a silver bracelet,
he would entice the child t chatter,
wheedling out of her who sold his
beasts or disposed of his crop; inquir-
ing if this one had received the bequest
expected or that other been paid the
legacy left him. And how could the
frightened child refuse TO answer when
he"wolf' suddenly transformed him
self into a handsome gentleman, with
soft manners and hands filled with
pretty things?
In one Of these villages lived a man
named Beppo Guerra. 1t was he him
self who told me this story. He filled
the triple Office Of notary, apothecary
and mayor.
At the close Of the winter fairs held
in Rome and the neighborhood Guerra
had committed the great impudence of
bringing back with him a large sum of
money-several thousand francs. Fon-
tana got wind Of this.
One evening, when everybody in the
village was asleep and Beppo was fin.
ishing his pipe down stairs, some shots
were fired at the door. No warning had
been given; no noise had been heard.
Before Beppo could recover himself q
ball crashed through the window and
tore a long splinter from the ceiling
joist, the door was burst open, and Fon.
tana entered, followed by several mem.
bers Of his band.
Terrified by the noise, Nine. Guerra
rushed to the room to save her husband
and the children al to seek protection
near their mother.
Unmoved by the entreaties Of tn.
wife, the rufians leveled their pistol
at the heads Of the affrighted family.
Twenty thousand francs is what W,
want Of you, " shouted Fontana. Come
there's no time to waste. l don't wan
any blubbering, and I'm not going t
listen to any tale pitching. Hand it owe
quickly. I'll give you five minutes t
make up your mind"
Resistance was useless. To call fo
help was to seek sudden death an
bring down vengeance on the heads {
little ones. Beppo understood the sitr
alton exactly.
II have not such a sum" said he COLI
y.
"Thsn give ne what you have. Tt