The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-10-06

| some cyclamen branches greet him, he
| urges on his steed
And what ride it is. under the great
| trees of La Castagniccia, where chest
nuts big as eggs drop upon him, the
giant chestnuts that fed Paoli's patriot
army. the bread of CorsicaA each dozen
trees being peasant maiden'S mar
rage dover.
| But though the woods are all chest
nuts, Edwin still sees in his road cycla-
men branches, slightly withered now,
their fragrance fading, and hope grows
| higher in his heart
So he rides along the parklake wales
| of La Castagniccia and before him is
the green of the great Bavella forest
fading away down the hillsides toward
| the distant and still unseen Tuscan sea.
Here Edwin checks his horse, springs
| off and picks up a cyclamen branch.
and as ne rides along. looking at the
flowers, suddenly calculates: "Jove,
how fresh their perfume and plucked
| two days since"
| But the lately cut flowers give no
| warning to the sailor; he is too eager
now. Pausing at the little village of
| Pietra, Edwin steps into the inn to ask
some questions and hears news that
| makes him frenzied.
The Landlord, delighted at his liberal
hand, tells him to avoid the communal
|
| Lucchese' have got full of wine and are
having a riot in that direction. They
are perfect devils, these fellows from
| Lucca over across the sea that Danella
| imported to work upon his estates
| here
Count Cipriano DanelIa has estates
here?" asks Edwin excitedly.
| Yes. now it is Cipriano. Down
| toward Ceryione, where the cliffs run
into the sea, the only place where 1t is
not sickly and they have no lagoons.
You can know it by the Genoese watch
| tower that was in ruins, but the Count
some years ago had it repaired and
made habitable."
ITS curious I never heard any one
mention Cipriano's properties here"
mutters the sailor
| "Oh, possibly not. Till fortnight
since, they belonged to Musso Danella
the dead one, but Count Cipriano has
now taken possession of them"
He is there?'
why, think so. A boy who came
up the pass yesterday said the new
count had come there in vessel
| HE is there at PRESENT."
| quite surei" laughs the man. "Cip-
riano himself rode through here yester-
| followers"
AHA, in a carriage driven by an old
Corsican?"
''She was in a carriage. but was not
driven by an old Corsican: boy
| whipped the horses"
She was young and beautiful"
MY eyes are old, ! could not see WELL
| SignOre. The carriage came rapidly
past me, three or four riding about it.
The lady looked as If she would say
some words; she arose almost as If to
spring out, but something in the car
riage seemed to check her. and they
whipped up the horses. Oh, Signore,
how terrible you lookt'
THE quickest way to Ciprianos es-
tates?" asked Anstruther hoarsely.
| Down the road there. through the
| forest. over two ranges of hills and his
| land begins. But be careful how you go
| that way; the 'Lucchese. just be-
yond the village. Hear them? They
are rioting now" as Neapolitan outcries
and Tuscan excavations and oaths and
| the rattle of stones are heard further
| to the east. BEST take a by-path."
| Edwin takes the road pointed out to
him; he wishes no delay with these
| Italian workmen, whom, imported in
great numbers into the island, the Cor
sicans would probably butcher to man
did not their natural laziness make
them prefer to let the "Lucchese" live
| and work for them.
But the by-path doesn't rid him en-
| tirely of the "Lucchese." Just after
he has left the village he finds himself
confronted by some hundred Italian
| workmen, who threateningly demand
drink money, and unfortunately noting
the cyclamen flower in the sailors hand
the red being the color of the candidate
| they do not favor they rush at him
| with appraised pitchforks and scythes.
| But the lieutenant, remembering Ma
| poleon's recipe for mobs, pulls out his
| pistol. Dodging one volley of stones, he
| dashes on, and there are two wounded
"Lucchese" as he rides away-and three
empty cylinders in his revolver.
Here a broken cyclamen branch
makes his forget all else, and riding
| hurriedly, after some hours of noun
tain vistas, he reaches a little hill and
gazes at view which causes him for
one moment to pause. The dark en-
i erald of the woods descending quite
| rapidly reaches the paler emerald of
! the sunlit Tuscan sea. Far out upon
| it, straight to the east, is, like a speck
of flame in the suns last declining
rays, the little Isle of Monte Carlo ded-
icated to eternal romance by the great
Dumas; farther to the left are Pianosa
and Elba, where Napoleon dreamed of
reconquering the world before Waterloo
and st. Helena
Few sails are on the quiet waters of
the tropic sea, though a sailing fisher
craft of some burden is anchored off the
hore.
But what holds most strongly the
hungry eye of Edwin Anstruther is the
foreground of this wondrous picture.
Running into the gentle waves about
half mile from him is a cliff, topped
by a fairy green of foliage; upon it
stands a ruined turret. Its time-stained
stones indicate 1t had been a watch
tower of the Genoese in olden days
and that from its top centuries ago had
famed beacons warning the fleeing peo-
pie that the galleys of Barbary pirates
We're ravaging these shores. The mass
of ruined masonry rising above the TO-
liage has been now apparently re-
paired. The Englishman sees the sheen
of glass in some of the little loop-holed
windows. Beside it on the same cliff
some fifty yards away is a comfortable
Corsican farmhouse, increased by a
long modern addition whose windows
are large and whose portico is spacious.
OF a sudden he thinks he sees a white
hand waving some piece of woman's
lingerie from the tower, and gallops