Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1905-07-03

Dut .ue biiipie NeiCOIue tuey rc
ceived from the true hearts Of their
countrymen was more to Morsinia and
Constantine than any stately reception
could have been. Kabiiovitsch's Joy
was boundless. The venerable man
had greatly failed. worn BY outward
toll and more by his inward grief.
Castriot had grown prematurely old.
His hair was whitened, his eyes more
deeply sunken beneath the massive
brows, his shoulders little bowed.
yet there was no sign Of decrepitude In
face or limb. His aspect was sterner
and even stronger. as II knit with the
iron threads Of desperation.
AZ Kabilovitsch. whom the wander
ers had first sought upon their arrival.
led them to Cnstriot the general gazed
upon them silently for little. Years.
with their strange memories, seemed to
fit. one after another. across his scar.
red face. Taking Morsinin's hands In
his, he stood looking down into her
blue eyes, Just az he had done when
years ago he babe her farewell; then
he kissed her forehead as lie said:
Thank heaven! There Is not yet a
wrinkle on that fair brow. But
wronged you, my child. I'm sending you
among strangers. Can you forgive the
blunder Of my judgment? II was my
heart that led me wrong"
II have nothing TO forgive thee" re-
piled Morsinia. Though I have suf-
fered, to gaze again into thy face. sire.
takes away even the memory Of It all.
! shall be fully blessed IL now I can
remove some Of those care marks from
thy brow"
"Your return takes away from me
twice rs many years as those you have
been absent, and I shall be young
again now-as young almost as Knbilo-
vitsch." added he. with kindly glance
at the old veteran, whose battered dig
nifty had given place to an almost child.
ish delight.
The scene within the tent was inter
rupted by noise without. A crowd Of
soldiers had gathered and were gazing
from respectful distance Mt strange
looking man, "a man Of heaviness and
eaten up with cares" He was clad in
the coarsest garments, his beard un.
trimmed, hatless, rope about his
neck. As scanderbeg came out Of the
tent the man threw himself at his feet
and cried, as he bowed his head upon
the ground: '
Strike, sire! have sord my country.
II ha va mt 20
Of my true chief rather than live with
the blessing Of his enemies. The curse
on my soul Is greater than could bear,
with all the splendid rewards Of my
treason. Take out the curse with my
blood! Strike, sire! Strike.'
He was Moses Goleme. Castriot stood
with folded arms and looked upon the
PROSTATE man. His lips trenbled ant
then were swollen, as was noted
them when his soul was fred with tn,
battle rage. Then every muscle Of his
face quivered as II touched by some
sharp pain. Then came a look Of sor-
row and pity. His broad bosom heaved
with the deep drawn breath as he
spoke:
"Moses Goleme, rise! Your place 10
at no mans feet. For twenty years
you watched BY Albania while forgot
my fatherland. Your name has been
the raliying cry Of the patriot, your
words the wisdom of our council. your
arm my strength. Brave man! Take
Castriot's sword and wear It again un.
til your own heart tells you that your
honor has been redeemed. Rise.'
Untying the rope from the miserable
mans neck, he flung 1t far OF and
cried: .... r.-....
$50 AWAY with whatever dlsgraces
the noble Goleme! My curse on him
who taunts thee for the past! Let that
be as hideous dream to be forgotten,
for well I know. brave comrade. that
thy heart slept when thou vast away.
But 1t wakes again. Thou art thy true
self once morev'
The broken hearted man replied,
scarcely raising his eyes as he spoke:
E "My hands are not worthy to touch
the sword Of Castriot. Let me cleanse
them with patriot service. Tell me, sire,
some desperate adventure where, since
thou wilt not Stay me, may give my
wretched life for my country"
"No. Moses, you shall keep your life
for Albania. ! know well the strength
Of your temptation. My service Is too
much for any man. Were 1t not that !
am sustained by some strange invisible