Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1899-07-20

citement than exertion. They said
nothing for a time, but listened to the
men in the room they had just left.
They were quarreling. They cursed
each other in angry tones, and finally
the click of steel told the pair under the!
trees that they were fighting. There
was a cry Of pain, an oath or two, and
then from the tavern door the brawlers
ran, falling over each other in their
drunken haste to escape from the place.
Then all was still. The boy spoke
after little. sss
Shall we see what it is 2" he asked
the girl. He took her hand and they
walked to the door. There was no liv-
ing person there. The benches and
tables were overturned; broken glasses
were strewn over the floor, and in the
center Of the room upon his back and
with the blood streaming from dozen
wounds lay Petro. The girl began to
sob. Her companion tried to comfort
her. I
1T is useless to cry said he. Come,
/ will take you home. 2
Re- CHAPTER II.
High on the hills above Palermo Is
gCastlemonte. It is a ruin now and no
one has lived there since Marquis Bor-
gaizi died, ten years ago. But at that
time it was the oldest and one of the
grandest castles in Sicily. Travellers al
ways visited the place, as they do vet,
but then the marquis was always there
to receive them and to serve a great din
ner under the trees.
It was to this place, upon whose lands
her father was a tenant, that Gabrielle
and her cavalier came just as day was
breaking. No one was yet astir and the
girl showed the boy where to put the
donkey and cart. Then he followed her
to her home, a ca bin on the hillside.
There was excitement enough when
Gabrielle's parents learned what had
happened. It was useless to weep, for
sPetro was not worth much. And here
was somebody to take his place not SO
big and strong, perhaps, but he would
grow, AS Gabrielle said he had saved
her and wanted him to remain, a place
was given him at the table and he was
shown to Petro's bunk in the she'd.
Thus it was that Antonio became a
member of the household. After that
he took the sheep out to their pasturage
in the Il morning and brought them back
as the sun was falling like golden
meteor into the Mediterranean.
The vineyards were not then ready
to give out their harvest and Gabrielle
had little to do. She used to wander out
upon the hillside, where Antonio was
watching and talk to him. twas beau
tiful there. For hours they would lie
on the grass and look up into the clear
blue of the heavens or watch Mount
Etna as the little line of black smoke
curled through the air and finally van
ished. Many condolences were ex-
changed there, and Gabrielle promised
the boy that when they were a few
years Older the priest in the chapel
should marry them and they would
have cottage Of their own.
Then there was war and italy was
filled with armies. It was not for long.
but when it was all over there was much
trouble caused by bands of men which
had been organized in the war Gabri-
elle's father was member of one Of
these societies. He violated some oath
and was compelled to flee for his life.
For many months he hid in the hills,
occasionally visiting his family.
One night he came to them and said
he was going to America. He kissed
them good-by and started for sea-
port town. That day his body was
found alongside the road to Castle
monte. He had been stabbed in the
back. Gabrielle and her mother did
not remain in Sicily after that. The
mother had relatives in this country,
and four years ago she left her Italy
and came to the United States. Anto-
MO, lonesome and heart-broken, was
left behind. {.
CHAPTER III.
The other day a train from Chi
cago brought car into the Union sta
ton that was filled with emigrants.
They were bound for New Orleans, and
they had nearly four hours to wait be-
fore their train left. They spent the
time in the Midway, walking about or
sitting on their bundles. Shortly after
six o'clock another train bearing emi-
grants rolled into the train she'd The.
mingled with the earlier arrivals, ana
many found old friends whom they had
not seen for years.
Near the baggage Office, however, sa
a young man who took no part in tn
conversation about him. He seemed t
take no interest in what was going on.
Nj Two women, one well along in life
the other many years younger, walket
down the Midway. They looked at the
emigrant who sat apart from the
others. He, his attention attracted by
their stopping, looked up. For min
ute there was no word spoken. Then,
with glad cry, the young woman
rushed up to him and, finging her arms
around his neck, began to kiss him.
People on the Midway stopped and
wondered. They did not know that
Gabrielle and Antonio had met again.
It was not a long story to tell. Ga
brielle went to Chicago & with her
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