The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1900-05-21

II shall accept the Offer" she raid.
Think what We can do with fifty pounds
year!"
II hope you mentioned tho laundering.
replied Mrs. Selby. but Madge was fain
10 confess that this subject had been
quite forgotten.
CHAPTER XIII.
In the shaded room of a small house IN
the upper part of the town OF Bast:a,
DR. Mortimer lay back In Ids hammock
chair. smoking. On the left of the house.
which was situated in the district known
as the Terra Nuovo doomed up the Leone
fortress. and above It were vineyards and
olive gardens. ard before the open win
dows, n big fan palm swayed in the gen.
tie breeze against the brown olack CT
presses that divided the garden from the
road.
The warn air had made him drowsy.
and the waving palm seemed lulling him
to sleep. when he was aroused by the pat
ter of bare feet on the stone floor of the
passage leading to the room. and he look
ed up to see the brown face of lad who
painted as though he had been running.
THE English doctor is wanted, at once
said the boy. "Cesario Paon Is dying. The
signor will know Cesarios house?" and
Dick got up from his chair.
i've heard of it." he answered. IT'S
somewhere up in the mountain. What
has Cesario been doing?"
HE met Fablano," explained the lad
hurredly. "They fought Cesario was
wounded"
Vendetta business" muttered Dick.
They're a bloodthirsty lot about here"
Il will guide you." continued the boy.
but come quickly for the love of Our
Lady"
Staying only to provide himself with
such things might be needed, Mortimer
and the lad left the house. going upward
through the olive gardens, and along mar
row paths overhanging dizzy depths until
in about an hours time little hut was
reached. which the lad pointed out as be-
longing to Cesario Paoli. who was a goat
herd and reported down in Bastia to be
the last member of an ancient family,
which had once been wealthy and power
full All that CaSario had inherited. how
ever, had been the family vendetta, that
had involved him in several conflicts with
the me-lbers of the Alright clan, one of
whom, Fabiano by name he had met that
day with fatal consequences to himself.
This Mortimer learnt from Teresa's lips.
Teresa was Cesario's niece, and MOrti-
mer, coming quickly into the hut, started
In surprise at seeing her calm. beautiful
roundings of the rough couch upon which
fay the wounded man, who had been badly
hurt. With her quiet aid he did what
was possible for her uncle. and when
Cesario fell into a troubled sleep, they
moved to the doorway. conversing In
undertones. She told him that a messen-
ger had come down from Bastia with the
news of her uncle's injury and she had
FASTENED to his aid. Then Teresa mar
rated her simple history. She was sew
enteen years old. and had been brought up
In the convent of Sainte Ursulo, where
she was taught the art of lace making,
by which she earned her living. having
neither father nor mother to provide for
her. Standing there IN the bright moon
light Teresa seemed to Mortimer to pre-
sent one of the most beautiful pictures
he had ever seen. Her face was perfect
in contour, tinted with the bloom that
only youth possesses or health can give,
and her eyes had a coy smile lurking in
them. for all that they could flash at
story of wrong. or soften with tears at
another's misery: whilst. added to these
charms. were pearly teeth and the sweet
est lips that ever tempted a kiss Her con-
vent education had been a good one. and
her speech betrayed none of the rough
ness such as Mortimer had often noticed
I'm her countrymen. having charm and
sensibiity that gave her a marked dis
tinctiou.
..Who is this Arrighi?" asked Mortimer,
after little pause. and Teresa's eyes
sent out a flash. They were speaking II
French, and hers was as fine as Paris
ienne's.
"He is an olive grower" she answered.
1T is an old quarrel. ! have been taught
that IT is sin to hate. but hate ia
blanc Alright"
Because of the family feud?"
81 do not think OF that. although IL has
brought this calamity 10 Cesaro. No. II
is not for that. F2biano would be my
lover" and she made n gesture OF impa-
t.ence He IS rich. they say. and he Of
ten comes into Bastia. And I would not
listen TO him, so he has sworn to be re-
venged and / fear his anger.