The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-01-17

''Margherita, I said gently. tell all
you know of the killing of Giovanni Lupo
h tte mad looked ro the
other of us. L saw her mother make
the sign of silence. and from that
moment l was sure.
Look at your father L said, more
/ sternly, ''and do as he bids YOU.
Tell the truth. Margherita Perronei
said the calm voice of the self-accused
Must To- she said. looking all about.
must l indeed tell ALP
No, no, Margherita; you saw it not;
it was 1. 1t was L." cried Maria. Tell
/ them it was your mother. child, who
killed the man, or, as live, 1 will curse
you with the curse of mother-the
curse that God Will hear; the curse that
can never be taken off,
Speak the truth! All the truth said
Leo Perrone again. sternly and quietly;
1T was Lupo. the soldier" at last the
! little girl spoke out looking very mod
/ estly at me, "and he had come often to
cut house. My mother hated him. My
/ father warned him not to come. But one
night when my father was among the
mountains on his business, Lupo. the
| Wolf, came and first spoke Ill words, ana
/ then at last he took hold of my mother
to hurt her. Whereupon my mother cried
out: Leo, Leo, my man, my man! Help
mel
my own knife. Margherita, did | not?
| Speak child of my heart, cried Maria,
bending all her will into her eyes to
make the child say the thing she desired
her TO say.
But with her eyes on my face the child
Then. when my mother cried Help.
nv father opened the door, and his lace
was very white and angry, so that it was
not good TO look upon ii. And ne never
took his eyes from the eyes OF Lupo the
Wolf. who began to make excuses ana
to laugh and jest. saying that he dld put
play. But my father, being very angry
came forward very slowly, and lifting
the knife from my mothers cutting
board he took Lupo by the throat, ana
telling him first that he was about 10
XII him for the insult he had done 10
his wife, drove the point TO MS nart
And so Lupo died!'
room at the last words. She had risen
to her feet while the tale was being told,
and now only the strong arm OF Stepnaho
kept her from leapng upon Marguerite
I'VE have lied lied in your throat,
devils spawn 1t was not Leo who killed
him. but I. Have l not sworn II on the
relicuaries of the saints? Have l not
pledged my souls salvation Tor the
truth of it? He accuses himself, he says
for his souls sake Body and soul both
have | not given for him?
She paused and gaZed around ana ds
she looked she read unbelief in every
face. Then all suddenly she flung up her
oh. there is none of you all that will
bel:eXe me- mel And I have told you SO
often. | have done all l could, ana
they will hang him-hang my Leo! On,
Cod. God kill me, thrust me down 70
lowest hell, but let them not take away
my Leo, my man Leo
Ard she fell all her length upon the
floor. Tie strength of her strong SOUL
had given way at last. a..
Then while Stephano and one OF the
soldiers lifted her up l bethou2ht me
deeply. .,. :, ,,,,
Let all three be warded tonight IN one
!. host a. n
that ! think Master Jailer, IN Whlcn
you keep the ccntrabands when any iodse
Bnt as they were in the act of carry
i~rr tho woman out she turned her head
toward me. and like one that speakS out
of a deep sleep she said: You will not
hang my Leo? ar ,,ro,,i-a
TO speak to the king himself Tor you
and your Leo. More l cannot promise.
That night I slept vilely. and so, some
cloak about me. Then l opened the door;
Across ii. so close that l Wen hiSh nau
stepped upon him, slept otepidAo OAl q"
hurdle of mats ~ ~,
stantIy and rubbing his eyes, WhlthSr
are. you going al this time of the nignt!
Il cannot sleep" l said, Il so TO drink
TO drink the poison of these accursed
eastern sWamDs more like, he grOWieu-
abide. and sleep will come IN tllne.
Rut | stepped out and away across 10
the prison Presently l was thulGeIlHS
IT the door and after an interval tne
iaiier appeared, swearing most Noluply
and calling me all the sons Oh PlSs dno
asses that ever bligntec the MH W 60
earth for disturbing MIN out OF MS HlSI
sound sleep. 49,, door
step his curses sank to abJecteSl aIoIo7
e.ie~. He opened the great creaklnS portal
wide. as for an army, ana as at sue i"o
within 10! there was Stephano oehlhu me-
armed TO the teeth. Ill
..Neiiler did you bid me stay. my Cen
eralt' answered the rascal erinhlns.
Without answering him told nm ll.o 20
lead me to the large room | haA ordei leu
the Perrone family 90 be kept safe Tor
the night. 49,, 1o,
finger. She did not move, put nel ia Ia. -
eyes looked unutterable things 1eT nus
band rested on the single stra" palldsse,
his head reciined on her shoulder MS ms
tangled hair falling over ms prov. ne
little Margherita lay. breathing sol ny OF
a fold of her mothers dress me nun ,
feet were wrapped in his wife.s petit
coat. which she had taken en- on ul-
nose Very gently she strOked the damp |
bb9ir hack from his brow. grooming over
him the while like a mother with q irel-
ful child that may wake any moment.
Again. and more pitifuHy. she mace (
the sign for silence. looking peseeciHl4siS /
ND at us with wet eyes
Add I could see that the breast OF her /
prison dress was drenched with her tears {
So we went out and shut the door upon
tie woman. and her man
-rhe end? Why that is the end. But /
what came of Leo and Maria, you say
Why what should come of them? You /
remember the Tremiti Islands when you /
see from the Venice liner before you /
raise Monte Gargano going south; there /
is a lighthouse there. We'll. as l passeo /
the last time | saw Leo PerTone out ~ /
his boat ready to catch the papers ana |
DISPATCHES which were thrown to MN /
tom tho great steamer. The XII mede /
Inn keeper OF that lighthouse when l to!d /
him the story. and he has been there. ever /
since And with my glass couid see
Maria. his wife. standing up aloft some I
times polishing the brasses and anon (
setting her hand to her brow TO look over /
the sea for her man, as his oars flashed /
and his boats PROV pointed home.
The little Margherita. Oh. rs TO her / !
have beard that she had married the /
lighthouse keeper on the cape which looks /
out toward the Tremiti, ana that she
and her children spend almost IS much |
time on the islands as on the shore
Now. | am sure her mother would not !
have done that-but then some women
are such fools about their men