Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-07-02

pury1ng her hands in h1s long ha1r ana holding him fast so that he could not move. There he lay subdued before her like a leopard in chains.
 The sea was gloomier than ever. One day Zarra accompanied the little fleet of fishing boats to their work. It was early on a beautiful morning in July. The freshmorning breeze gently famed her cheerful countenance. A heavy fog hid the entire coast from view. Suddenly @ bright ray pierced the dense fog like the shaft from the bow of some god. Othsr rays followed and soon flood of light burst through the fog. Beautiful scarlet streaks, patches of violet with trembling rose band of orange yellow, and azure blue clouds, all combined to make a sym phony of colors without comparison. A breath of wind dissipated the fog and the sun shone forth in unddmin- ished splendor and sparkled with many hued colors on the surface of the sea, which a gentle breeze had set in mo- tion. Flocks of noisy sea gulls circled above the ships, sometimes lowering over the boats, sometimes skimming along the surface of the water, their wings dipping into the spray.
 The little bark glided through the waves with the graceful motion of fish. 1t seemed as if it were a living thing. Tn the southwestern sky bank of clouds, resembling red tongues streaming through the ether, formed a background against which the rocks of Forrini stood out prominently.
 "See!" exclaimed Zarra to Dalf1no. who, together with Ciatte and his son, Pachios, maneuvered the boat, "see, how small the houses on the shore seem. They look like Mother Agnese's Christmas eve cradles"
 "Indeed," said Ciatte.
 Dalfino paid no attention to this re- mark, but watched intently the corks floating on the water. These scarcely moved. ''Indeed, and what fine child Mother Agnese has," he suddenly re- marked in sarcastic tone, regarding Zarra with a stern look.
 Zarra met his gaze unmoved, but secretly felt hurt at his remark.
 'It may be-" she finally answered, turning away and watching the sea gulls circling high above their heads.
 "Ah, to be sure! Then the pretty uniform, too, with yellow stripes and the hat decked with feather and the little saber-ah, a fine fellow-if- At this Zarra turned her back com pletely and looked longingiy at the op- posite shore. Her heart beat rapid ly and hair foated in the breeze. San Francesca, protettore," muttered Dal- fino between his teeth: Turn, Ciatte, turn"
 If Zarra moved he could not restrain himself from expressing some sarcastic remark, twisting his blond mustache between the fingers of his right hand and placing the left on the hilt of the sword She laughed, but once she turned to him.
 with scowling countenance, as he | walked proudly on the deck of the an' chored boat, his military cap pushed back on his neck. One evening, lazy day in July. he was destined to ex- 1 perienee that blood is red. The sun had now disappeared behind the clouds and the heat was intense. Like l consuming tongues of flames the hot | desert wind came in gusts while the , seething waves tossed and roared as , they broke upon the rocky coast. Just ; opposite the toll house Padrone Car 1 dillo's boat was anchored. 'tI have seen him again" said Dalf1no bitterly, as he sat near his boat, which | had been pulled up on shore. "He told 1 me that he would wait for me some other time. I am going to him come what wills
 Within him a tempest was raging. , Poor Dalfno! His heart was as broad as the sea, but as hard as the granite blocks on the shore.
 He stood there mute and listened to the deafening roar of the sea. zarra did not have. the courage to say an- other word, but stood motionless as a statue and looked straight ahead with a vacant stare. My poor ship" mur- mured Dalfino, stroking with his hand the blackened blanks to which he had intrusted himself in all kinds of weather.
 In his eyes were large tears. "Adieu, Zarra, must go," he said, pressing g. kiss upon her cheek. Then while this wild desire was still raging in his breast, he ran towards the toll house. Under the tower he met his hated enemy, whom he attacked like an en- ragged tiger and plunged the. dagger into his heart before he had time even to utter his "Ave Maria" As the peo- pie came running towards him, he plunged into the rough sea. Rising and falling with the surge, he battled with desperation against the overpowering waves. Once more he was seen among the foaming breakers, then disap- peared forever in the depths of the sea. Ming1ing with the bowling wind could be heard the despairing cry of Mother Agense.-Chfcago Tribune. | The "Arab'' in Natal.
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