Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-05-20

rapid ire OF Italian ran quickly along the
Ludovico subsidized into little heap, h
sunk beneath his shoulders, the tears c
down his cheeks. Madonna! Would they t
word of an enemy? Did they not know he
Sicilian? What other hidden motive mig
Petro have? Candida stiffened and again tn
where he knew his wife must be sitting. A
wretch He had noticed his looks and
Candida ground his teeth, then dropped h
upon his arms.
Maria Delsarto!" shouted the attendant
Candida shivered and groaned aloud. The
calling his own wife to testify against hi1
grew cold with terror. There was conspi
get rid of him. The two had a secret underst
What if she admitted seeing the pistol,
hands? And his threats! Now in truth it
over! He settled himself stoIdly, his eye
upon the vanished table before him.
Maria came forward, carrying her babe
arms-Ludovico's piccoIo bambino!" She v
young and slight; but cheeks a little sunk
lips little set told the story of her dire S
with poverty. In her eyes glowed the beauty
race, and their long laShes dropped on her
pale cheeks as her lips moved automatically,
repeating the words of the oath after the
interpreter.
Candida did not raise his own eyes. For
him all desire for life had vanished. His
wife was about to sacrifice him for new
lover, Sicilian! He sat motionless. The
sooner it was done the better.
Maria let one hand lie gently on the arm
of the witness chair, while with the other
she caressed the sleeping child in her lap.
Her gray shawl fell away from behind her
head and showed a white neck around
which hung slender gold chain bearing a
little cross. She looked neither at Candida
nor at the jury Then she took the little
cross in her hand and glanced down at it.
Your name?" asked the prosecutor.
Maria Desarto." Her voice was soft,
musical, distinct.
You are the wife of the defendant"
Nes, signOre, and this is his child
Do you remember that the day before
the homicide of Montaro YOUR husband
brought home a revolver"
Candido's head disappeared beneath his
arms and his body shook convulsively.
No. He had no pistol.
The prisoner raised his eyes and shot a
quick puzzled look at his wife
What" cried the assistant. You say
he had no revolver? Did you not swear
that you saw one and sign paper to that
effect"
Maria looked steadily before her. 4 did
not understand the paper, l saw no pistol
The words came quietly, positively.
The prosecutor looked helplessly toward
the Judge and nervously fingered an affidavit
You cannot impeach your own witness,
Mr.. District Attorney" admOnShed his
honor.
The prosecutor turned again to Maria
Did you not tell Sophia Mantelli that
you were weeping because your husband
had purchased revolver with which to kill
BepPe?"
81 will allow it, said his honor, ION the
ground of refreshing memory. The witness
may answer"
No, answered Maria in the same quiet
The prosecutor threw down the affidavit
gust. That was what you got for taking the
one of these Italians! Well, it would be
No, he had no more questions. Candida b.
chatter at his lawyer, who pushed him ca
aside, and fell to nodding and smiling at Mar
seemed to see him no more than before
Flynn rose deliberately, cleared his thro;
elevated and stretched his arms as if to
freer action, exhibiting during the operation
pair of soiled cuffs.
Do you know Pietro What s-hs-name? -
CURED sharply.
Maria flushed and her head sank toward tn