New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1899-05-28

ScrafinO made
musing voice. he looked out up TO the
mountains and the maqui Of trees and shrups
which clothed the mountain TANKS. ,.oo,s
.'Why should not tell you? For ten years
Giammarchi's memory has lain under this re
nroach and he was my friend. As for myself l
would just as soon live among the mis-. s
| He called the priest 10 his side, ana polnteo
across the square TO the large house at the cor
ner. -
There Carlo Giammarchi lived twenty years
ago. Twenty years ago-lt was just such -
other summer evening as this Father-i was IL
supper with Carlo in that house, When the News
was brought that I'D Montalt, Angeles fathcr
had stabbed Giammarchfs son In tavern AT
Calvi. Carlo leaned his mead on his hards ana
said not a single word. Carlo was flfty, only
twenty five; so | kept silence. too. After
while Carlo got up very softly from his chair AMI
took his rife then as softly he went out or the
house and took the road up past Beigooere u
the Col Colombano, where two days afterWard
he fell i'm with Montalti and shot him through
the lungs. Carlo took refuge IN the maqu'
about Mount Padro. and 50 lived securely lot
Ihe next ten years. Montalti, however, LETT be-
hind him sister of his own age, and son
Angelo who was fourteen years old when his
father died. Have you not seen them Father
walking together by the sea among the orange
trees among the olives, the sister always talk-
ing the boy listening? Angelo learned but one
lesson during those ten years. while carlo
Giammarchi lay hid on Mount Padro, and that
lesson. that ne must avenge his father Not
that blame Montaltis sister" he added simply
she only did her duty.
Joseph cried old Father Andrea, lifting his
hands in expostuation do you say that?"
Serafino laughed.
Yes. even l. Say that my blood claims me in
the end I am no Frenchman. hate them. ike
any other Corsican. for all my fine schooling al
Ajaccio Look Father, at the gendarme there
louncing on the bench before the inn, | could
dash my fists in his face with the greatest good
will Angelo turned gendarme. That's why ne
deserved a dogs death not because he Killed
Carlo Besides he was a cur and Serafino told
the rest of his story The o d priest listened
with a frownng face until Seraino stopped.
And YOU have hidden this for ten years. ne
said severely.
II make it known now" said Serafno. and at
that the old mans severity softened into sad
True. nv SON" he said. cit must be made
known now" and with a sigh. he fetched
sheet of paper and his inkpot, and set them be-
fore Seraino.
Serafno took the pen and wrote and this is
what he wrote:
on the eighteenth day OF March ten years
ago the night being wild and stormy CARO-
Giammarchi came down from Mount Padfo 10
Isoa Rosa and supped with me- as he had
often done before. He left my house an houi
before dawn. The next afternoon boy stopped
me at my door, and asking whether ! was 20
seph Serafino. thrust a letter into my hanu anu
ran off The letter written by friend or dlah-
march, informed me that Giammarch mao peTii
shot at daybreak. four miles from the town re
now Law at deaths door. and in sore hteu VI
nri, ST | was entreated. therefore. TO bring
priest with and come to certain spo,
among the vineyards after sundoWn. lhis
did and bringing Father Andrea WIN me, ~as
mot bv the man who wrote the letter He leu
MS To a little hut in "A thicket OF snruppS oan
trees. where we found Carlo stretched upon "a a
mattress Of boughs. and as 1t seemed al ms ,ts
breath Father Andrea. however. refused nun
absolution until he should swear that H. by an!
chance ne got well Of his wound ne Wo t
never again lift hand or weapon ag sdmrata ie
low-man For a while Carlo was opuura'e;; -
eft was Angelo Montati who shot me- ne
said He knew | was with Serafino and lay In
wait If get well. and let him go. the yer!
children will sing the rmbecco as pass -,
lyon weigh your soul against a rimbecco!
asked the priest and he pleaded with Carlo un,
iii the outlaw took the oath. But Goa SEM
Gle he added. and turned MS race 10 tle Wa
Yet Carlo did not die: and as soon as ne c"uiu
he moved his friends carried him TO a llttIe VII
lage remote among the hills. and there tended
him. Meanwhile Angelo Montaltl. peheVlns 'hat
now he had killed Gammarchi. crossed TO
France and. thinking To make a fortune, most
deservedly lost what he had year later ne
came back penniless to lsola Rosa and, near
ing that Carlo was still alive. enlisted as gen
darme being thus privileged TO kill Carlo and
suffer no disability himself
However. ne had to find Giammarchi first. and
there was but one man in lsola Rosa who could
show him the way, and that man was the least
disJ osed of all to help him, for carlo Clam
march, was my friend. However. ] did show
Angelo the way, for il was my habit to visit
Giammarchi in the village where he lay. still
weak from his wound. and Angelo set spies TO
follow me- on my last visit found to my sur
prise that the village was deserted except Tor
few women and children.
There is fiesta in the next hamlet, Carlo
explained. But 1t is unlikely the gendarmes
will on this one day come here to search FOR
me-"
But even while he spoke child came running
I'D the hillside crying that the gendarmes were
coming. ] snatched up my rifle Carlo picked
up his but with a certain hesitation, as though
his oath weighed upon him.
Il must needs live in the forest" he said, and
we hurried out of the cottage and up the slope
behind the village. We had only climbed two
hundred Yards when Carlos breath failed him.