The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-04-22

come to say to me, Bernardo Won are
true Corsican; in you is upheld the
honored custom of the vendetta to the
twentieth generation So will all here
say When tomorrow | shall have the
body OF the one who came to Marina's
nuptials and left death behind him
this American who brought with him
soldiers to shoot down poor old To.
masso Monaldi.'
But the savage shouts that greet
this are stilled by old Tomasso, who
pushes through the crowd and stands
facing the platform, his eyes flashing
and says: Il, Tomasso Monaldi. tell
you there is no cause of vendetta for
me, because l am alive!"
At his words shuddering cries of
"Ghost!" Spirit" "Spectre," rise
amid the tobacco smoke of the meet.
ing, and some would slip from the door
did not Antonio Bonelli command.
Let all remain!" as three of his stall.
wart descendants bar the entrance.
There is sudden cry: Father.
from girl in black mandile and deep
mourning who has been sitting with
some other women in the retirement
of corner of the hall, listening to her
lovers ferocious eloquence, and Ethe.
ria, with streaming eyes, is in Mon.
aldi's arms.
Aye, tbs flesh and blood you're
fondling, girl" laughs the great ban.
dit, and striding to the platform he
says in ringing tones: But this i.
not ALL" for now the crowd are gath
cred about Tomasso and are greeting
him with words of sympathy because
for the mere killing of man, he had
been forced to take to the macchia
and become bandit.
Attention, ALL" commands Antonio
Listen to my words. If not, r,y fol.
lowers shall give sharper notice to
you!" And the crowd wisely becomes
still.
"In pursuit of your SURFACES, Sail
ceti has put base outrage on our hos
pitality," continues the bandit chief in
solemn tones. He has abducted a
young English lady and brought her to
Bocognano to lure to death her hus-
band, an American Signore who shoots
well enough to be bandit and who
this night, with his own weapons, has
slain Rochini and Romano, whose muir
ders have made you all tremble as you
went along mountain paths and whose
j, Dutrages have caused our maids to
have nightmares"
"Rochini and Romano dead? Impos-
sible!" cries shepherd, as sigh of
relief and then yell of gratitude rises
from the concourse.
II saw him shoot the ruffians to
death upon Del Orc, I, Antonio Bonelli.
Don't dare say mol" This last is ad-
dressed to Saliceti, who, having recov-
cred from his establishment, is about
to open his mouth.
"Ah, you admit it. Maladetta, where
is the English LADY,"
And Saliceti, being admonished to
answer by quick prick of the stiletto
from Bellacoscia youth who has
stepped behind him, the young politi-
clan falters forth: NO harm has come
to her. She is with my mother"
On this Barnes has looked from a
distance, wisely rejecting that his bat
tie is being fought for him, but with
difficulty restraining his hands from
putting a pistol ball through Saliceti.
He now cries:
Then, for Gods sake take me to
her quick!"
This brings upon him the attention
of the crowd. Learning that it is he
who has relieved them of the terror of
Rochini, the men cry ''Viva." and en-
brace him, and little girl steals up to
him and timidly kisses his hand.
Your lady shall receive you soon
6ignore Barnes" remarks Bonelli Il
would like you to see Corsican justice,
and at some words from him two O.
three of the young men having left
the hall on his errand, the hawk-eyed
bandit continues: Besides, l fear
common report has done wrong to the
Sadly of our town. Marina, child, step
again"
To this time, she having stood in the
shadows of the rear aad the lamplight
of the room being very dim, in their
excitement the concourse had not no.
ticed her; but as Marina steps for
ward, some men turn away, woman
whispers: "'Tis pity the blood of
Pasquale Paoli flows in her" and a
young cavalier remarks: I'VE honored
your wedding, Madame Anstruther, but
then we did not know that you had for
gotten your oath of the vendetta and
were mating with the slayer of your
brother"
"Gaspardo!" cries Marina, with a
gasp of horror, my childhood's friend,
how dare you say this lie?" and stag.
gering onto the platform, and seeing
condemnation, horror and disgust in
the faces she had known from child.
hood, the girl simply but with great
nobility of manner, tells them how
Musso Danella, inspired by devilish
jealousy, had turned the articles in a
dead mans trunk into evidence that
the English officer whom she had
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falS and whom she loved with her