The Newark journal., 1903-07-10
owe. There be lay subdued before

move. There he lay subdued before
her like 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 beautiful morning in
July. The fresh morning breeze gently
famed her cheerful countenanee. A
heavy fog hid the entire coast from
view. Suddenly a bright ray pierced
the dense fog like the shaft from the
bow of some god. Other rays followed
and soon food of light burst through
the fog. Beautiful scarlet streaks,
patches of violet with trembling rose
colored edges, here and there a flaming
band of orange yellow, and azure blue
clouds, all combined 70 make a sym
phony of colors without comparison.
breath of wind dissipated the fog
and the sun shone forth in uudimin-
ished splendor and sparkled with many
hued colors on the surface Of the sea,
which gentle breeze had set in mo-
ton. Floeks Of noisy sea gulls circled
sA'N'N tAAN HAA4 lISs ECiAtN iilNs hOHtl nj
over the boats. sometimes sl<imming
along the surface of the water, their
wings dipping into the spray.
The little bark glided through the
waves with the graceful motion of a
fish. 1t seemed as If il were a living
thing. In the southwestern sky bank
Of clouds, resembling red tongues
streaming through the ether. formed
q background against which the rocks
of Forrini stood out prominently.
"See!" exclaimed Zarra to Dalfno.
who, together with Ciatte and his son,
Pachios, Unanswered the boat, see,
how small the houses on the shore
seem, They look like Mother Agnese's
Christmas eve cradles"
Indeed" said Ciatte.
Dalfno 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 a sarcastic tone, regarding
Zarra with stern look.
Zarra met his gaze unmeved, but
secretly felt hurt at his remark.
1T may be-" she finally answered,
turning away and watching the sea
gulls eircling high above their heads.
"Ah, to be sure! Then the pretty
uniform. too, with yellow stripes and
the hat decked with a feather and the
little saber-ah, fine fellow-if-
AT this Zarra turned her back COM
pletely and looked longingiy at the op-
posite shore Her heart beat rapid
~ ard hair floated in the breeze. San
Francesca, protettore," muttered Dali
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.
"Blood is red" Dalfino remarked
with scowlirg conference, as he
walked proudly on the deck Of the an
chored boat, his military cap pushed
back on his neck. One evening, a lazy
day in July, he was destined to ex-
perience that blood is red. The sun
had now disappeared behind the
clouds and the heat was intense. Like
consuming tongues of flames the hot
desert wind came in gusts while the
seething waves tossed and reared as
they broke upon the rocky coast. Just
opposite the toll house Padrone Car
cillo's boat was anchored.
Il have seen him again. said DaIfino
bitterly. as he sat near his boat, which
had heen pulled up en- shore, He told
me that he would wait for me some
other time l am going TO him come
what will
Within him a tempest was raging.
Poor Daltino! His heart was as broad
as the sea, bat 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 haze the courage to say an
other word. but stood motionless as a
statue and looked straight ahead with
a vacant stare. My poor ship" muir
INJURED Dalfino. strobing with his hand
the biackened planks to which he had
iRtrusted himself in all kinds Of
weather.
In his eyes were large tears. "Adieu.
Zarra, l must GO he said. pressing a
kiss upon her cheek Tken 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. Mineling with the bowling wind
could be heard the despairing cry OF
Mother Agense.-Chicago Tribune.