New-York tribune., 1906-05-20

rapid fire of Italian ran quickly along the b
Ludovico subsided into little heap, M
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
Pietro have? CandidO stitfened and again tu
where he knew his wife must be sitting. a
wretch He had noticed his looks and 6
CandidO ground his teeth, then dropped III
upon his arms.
," Maria DelsartO!" shouted the attendant
Candido shivered and groaned aloud. The
calling his own wife to testify against hlI
grew cold with terror. There was ConsPl1
get rid of him. The two had a secret underSt;
What if she admitted seeing the pistol,
hands? And his threats Now in truth 1t
over! He settled himself stOhdly, his eye
upon the vanished table before him.
Maria came forward, carrying her babe
arms-LudOvico's biCCOLO bdmbln0! She
young and slight; but cheeks little sunk
lips a little set told the story of her dire S
with poverty. In her eyes glOwed the beauty
race, and their long lashes drOOped on her
pale cheeks as her lips moved automatically,
repeating the words of the oath after the
interpreter.
Candido did not raise his own eyes. For
him all desire for life had vanished. His
wife was about to sacrifice him TOR new
lover, Scilan! He sat motiOnless The
sooner it was done the better.
Maria let one hand lie gently on the arm
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 a slender gold chain bearing
little cross. She looked neither at Candldo
nor at the Jury. Then she took the little
cross in her hand and glanced down at it.
Your name?" asked the prosecutor.
Maria Delsarto." Her voice was soft,
musical, distinct.
You are the wife of the defendant"
Yes, 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
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 a paper to that
effect?"
Maria looked steadily before her. Il did
not understand the paper. | 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, admonished 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
objected to!" shouted Flynn
will allow it, said his honor, on 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 a
No, he had no more questions. Candido be
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 thros
elevated and stretched his arms as if to
freer action, exhibiting during the operation
pair of soiled cuffs.
=" Do you know Pietro What s-his-name2 -
quired sharply.