The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-04-30

ling and flashing below.
Though a handsome man of between forty
and fifty, he had the worn, jaded appearance
of a man of the world, whose whole life IS
spent in pleasure, and not of the best KIND,
while his flashing eyes and dilated nostr1ls
STAMPED him as one cursed with Uncontrolled
passion. an arrogant will, and pride that
knew nothing of tenderness or mercy.
At the same time the EngllShman was
walking in the direction Of Monaco, a.Woman
came down the road towards Mentone 0ne
was a tall handsome woman, dressed in the
native costume of the better class OF ltallan
= peasants, to which nationality she evidently
belonged, judging by her olive conpleXon
and luminous dark eyes, while the soothing
: words she now and again addressed to the
restless child, fastened to her body by a
picturesque shawn, was the musical patols OF
the Italian race.
That she had come a long journey, and
travelled many miles on foot, was evident by
the dust and wear of her garments, Whl!e the
pallor of her skin and weary gait TOLD OF evil
dent fatigue and privation.
AS she came slowly along, pauS1ng once to
inquire her way of a passing pedestrian, with
the anxious air of one uncertain OF her ROAD,
her eyes suddenly alighted on the tall figure
of the man coming towards her, and, utter
ing a. low cry, in which surprise and delight
was blended, she quilted the road and hur-
ried to meet him.
At the sound Of her voice the Englishman
raised his eyes, and exclamation, very
like an oath, broke from his lips as he stopped
short. his cheeks flushing a dusky red, his
brow lowering.
"Margarita, you here!" he cried sharply, in
Italian, anger and CONSERVATION in his tone.
What brings you here"
aye, Signore,' she answered. bitterly, all
the light and gladness dying out Of her face
at his harsh greeting, leaving it hard and
sullen as his OWL as she rocked the wailing
child in her arms with slow even motion.
you thought when you cast me of year
ago with your child in my arms, and your
false vow to return in my heart, that you
were casting off forever. Hoped perhaps
I should die heart broken, neglected? But
no the Holy Virgin has preserved me"
.sTo dog my footsteps, and hunt me down
like hare at last, eh? he interrupted with
a sheer, not one grain of tenderness visible
in the dark face looking down on the puny
features of the child, disgust at their travel
stained clothing, annoyance at the uneX-
pected encounter, nothing more. WELL so
far you have succeeded, and will now perhaps
tell me your motive Tor TINS mad escapade?,
ITO claim my rights" was the fiery and
nroud reply when I heard you were here
I said I will search, find him! Not for my
own sake, not for love of the. proud Signore
who left me to stave, but for the sake of the
child have 1 tramped, footsore and weary,
from my native village to claim your prom
Use and stand in the eyes of the world your
lawful wife. This was your promise three
wears ago; today claim it's fulfilment
"And you claim impossbilities," he an
swered cody. What 1 told you then, tell
you now. There are circumstances standing
in the way of my acknowledging our mar
age-insurmountable obstacles, and the
sooner you bring yourself to recognize them
the better for both of u.s.
and why?" she queried, sharply. BE
cause you are duke and a peasant?"
yes" he answered, brutally; because
am of noble English family and you a base
born Italian
He checked himself hastily. The woman's
face was white, her eyes cleaning.
BE wise, Margarita, he went on, sooth-
irgy go back to your native village, to the
life to which you were born, and forget the
past-our past. Marry one of your old lovers