The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-07-10

The fatal news spread like lightning
People crushed each other about the cha
riot, craning their necks in their endeav-
or to sec something, and Unexpectedly
| struck by that second catastrophe, and
| dominated by the ferOcious curiosity thai
SEXES man when ne sees blood, they ceased
! 10 think any longer Of the threatenings
ffum aiyoIe.
He Is deadr'
'Hew did he dep
Pallura was lying i'm the chariot on his
back, with a large wound in the middle
| OF his forehead a torn ear and scratches
on ms arms and sides. A stream of warm
blood flowed into the cavities of the eyes
ana descended 10 mis- chin, soiling his shirt
Giacobbe, still bent over the corpse
| stood motiOnless. Around him the crowd
was waiting A kind of glare lighted the
anxious faces. In the silence could be
heard the croaking of the frogs in The
river, and the bats flew over and near
the heads of the people
Suddenly Giacobbe Strengthened up with
a bloody spot on his cheek, and cried:
He is not dead. He breathesr'
mutfied whisper ran through the
crowd. Those nearest thrust their heads
forward to see better, and those further
pack became impatient and started to
shout. Two women brought some water.
Another woman brought some 1inen and
a young man offered a gourd full of wine.
They washed the face of the wounded
man and stopped the flow of blood. They
kept his head raised. Then some voices
asked the cause of the accident. The nun
dred pounds of candles had disappeared,
and there were hardly any traces even
of the wax left in the bottom of the vehi-
Gle. Nm the midst of the tumult the opin-
ion was divided. But as the Radusians
had an old hereditary hatred against the
nj re-
on the other side of the river, Giacobbe
said in an eager and Venomous voice:
Who knows whether our candles have
not served Saint Gonzalve?'
1t was the incendiary spark. All at
once the spirit of love for their own town
awakened in this population, besotted for
centuries with the blind and wild cult of
their only idol.
The words of the fanatic flew from
mouth to mouth. In the tragic redness of
the twilight, the pillows of people took
on the appearance of savage horde.
All threats howled the name of the saint
as their war cry. The maddest launched
imprecations in the direction of Mascalico,
shaking their fists in the direction of that
town. Then all eyes inaamed with fury,
and all those large powerful faces, 10
which the gold earrings and high tufts of
hair raised over the brows gave strange
aspect of barbarity, turned toward the
wounded man and grew tender with COM
miseration.
"Panura, poor Pallura. Why don't you
answer?'
The air, heavy as with an approaching
storm, weighed over the whole country.
Then, in the direction of the square a
piercing cry was heard-the cry of the
mother A large woman made her
preached the chariot weeping. Being too
heavy to mount it, she fell at the feet of
her son, with words of love broken by
sCbs.
"Zaccheo! Zaccheo! My soul! my
joy!'
The poor woman cried, cried continual
ly, kissing the feet of the wounded man
and pulling him toward her
The wounded man made a movement,
and with a spasmodic contortion of his
mouth, he opened his eyes; but without a
doubt he saw nothing. Then big tears
began to flow from the corners of his eyes
and wet his cheeks and neck His mouth
remained twisted, and in the muffled
whistling from his throat it could be felt
that he was making great, but useless
effort to speak.
'PaIlura speak! Who struck you?
Speak! Speak,
In these questions there was a SILVER of
anger, a tempest of vengeance. The he
reditary hatred welled up I'm each soul.
SPEAK! w no WOuuQ6Q you. lei Us :
Tell us!'
The agonized man opened his eyes for a
second time, and those around him pressed
his hands Perhaps it was this warm and
vivifying contact which caused his spirit
to awaken for moment, and his look TO
become brighter. A vauge stammering
came from his lips, with plenty of bloody
foam. They could not yet understand
what he said. The silence became so
deep that the painting respiration of the
crowd could be heard, and a flame light
ed the pupils of all eyes, for every one
heard the words:
-Ma-scalIco"
''Mascalico! Mascalico? howled Gia-
cobbe, still bent, ready to seize in flight
the feeble sounds coming from tie dying
mouth.
A great rumble followed Giacobbe's cry
At first the crowd shvered; then, when a
cry dominated the crowd, commanding
them to seize arms, the furious mob re-
Taxed.
The first thought of all these people was
to seize something TO strike with. Under
the mellow glow of the twilight, amidst
the electric scent which eminated from
the country, a kind of murderous fatality
weighed down all conscience.