The Billings gazette. [volume] (Billings, Mont.) 1896-1919, 1902-06-24
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Greece. One Gay Wnlle IOuOWlng q
doe he became separated from his com
p%anions and lost his way. After con
siderable wandering he at last came in
sight of the Ionian sea-, with it's nu-
merous and beautiful islands. The
day was now. however, far spent, and
the top of a hill he espied the white
walls of a Greek cottage before him.
He determined at all risks to seek adj
mission for an asylum for the night.
He approached the door, which he
found shut. He knocked loudly with
his hunting whip, and quickly the door
was opened by a Greek female, the
loveliest his eyes had ever rested on.
The young huntsman made bis misfor.
tunes and his wishes known to her in
as good Albanian as he could muster,
to which she replied in Italian and in
vited him In.
The cause of manhood and misfor-
tune seldom finds a deaf ear among
the ladies, and this beautiful Greek
yielded to its influence and readily Of
fered him an asylum. telling him at
the same time that he must depart at
daybreak. for If her male friends. who
bore no great love for the English,
caught him there he might repent his
intrusion.
Costello-for such was the officers
nanle-readily assented and joyfully
took possession of the small chamber
the beautiful Zoraida showed him for
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his admiration for his beautiful host
ess, nearly forgot his poor steed. His
recollection. however. quickly return
ed, and he sailed out to the stable and
made the necessary arrangements for
it's comfort himself. The popularity
of his situation not a little surprised
him. Alone, amid the desert noun
tains Of Albania. with the most beau
tiful woman his eyes ever rested on,
and conjecture seemed at a stand to
account for her solitary situation. IT'S
true she had spoken of male relations,
but he had as yet seen no human form
in that solitude except herself. There
was Il neatness about the cottage
which scarcely belonged to a Greek
peasant. and her language. although a
Greek in habit and appearance, was
pure Tuscan.
On his return from the stable he
found his beautiful hostess had pre-
pared a suitable collation.. which. with
a cup of the good wine of Thessaly,
made him forget his fatigue. She
seemed not unwilling to enter into con
%versation. Costello was Il good lin
guist. Having been some time in Flor
enc e. he spoke the genuine Tuscan
with sufficient fuency. He therefore
willingly seized the opportunity offered
| of entering into conversation in that
language. to which her soft. melodious
voice lent an additional harmony.
Her story a short. She belonged
to Il party Of brigands who occupied
this retreat among the mountains, from
plains for plumber. on one of which
they were now absent. They had late
~ come from the opposite coast of Ca
labria, and her father. who was the
head of the gang. was originally from
Pisa, where she had been brought up.
She was. she said, tired Of that kind
Of life. which vas now doubly odious
to her. as her father was forcing her to
marry one OF his own gang.
She owned she was unhappy, and
the downcast melancholy of her beau
tiful eyes too we'll attested the truth
of her assertion. Costello felt for her,
to which perhaps the extreme beauty
of her appearance not a little tended.
He resolved to rescue her. Yet how to
effect it he did not know. 1t was mere
easily thought of than executed. In
the ardor of the momen he mentioned
it to her. He urged her to fly with
him. She hesitated. she resisted. At
last she yielded. -
"But not now" said she. II must
again see my father. 4 Poor, miserable
old man. He will now have nobody
to watch over him. to pray for him!
Perhaps he may even fall a victim to
turn she continued, Ito your own
quarters. Prepare a few servants to
attend you, and in the next dark of the
moon meet me under yonder rock at
midnight. and l shall be prepared to
accompany you to some place where
you may be able to procure a safe es-
cort for me back to Pisa"
Costello promised all she asked. He
retired to rest and the next morning
at daybreak started off on his return
to Corfy. bearing with him the image
of the beautiful Zoraida strongly i'm
pressed on his Imagination.
Another week passed on without
their meeting. Still Zoraida was up
permost in his thoughts. The moon
had now arrived at that point in her
orbit at which, even in that delightful
climate, she wells her light for a short
time, and Costello. thinly attended and
ignorant of the errandNo of danger he
was entering on, prepared to put in ex-
ecution his intention of rescuing the
beautiful Zoraida and making her his
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