The Nevada County picayune. (Prescott, Ark.) 190?-current, 1908-07-09

To this time, sne having stood In the
shadows of the rear and 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, q woman
whispers: "'Tis pity the blood OF
Pasquale Paoli flows in her." and Z
young cavalier remarks: 1--WE 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 slarF of your
brother"
'Gaspardo!" cries Marixp, with .
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
nursed to life in the Egyptian hospi.
tails and whom she loved with her
whole heart, was the principal in the
| duel at Ajaccio, the man who had slain
| her brother.
The beauty Of the suppliant, with
| the blood of the great Corsican patriot
| flowing in her veins, touches their pas.
| sionate hearts. A lady from the little
balcony Selling some of the cyclamen
decorations, throws the flowers all
over her, and her compatriots, whose
faces had been cold to her, fly around,
embrace her and beg her to forgive
| them.
But there is one l will not forgive, "
cries the girl sternly; this Saliceti
Bernardo, who had known me in my
youth, who spread these reports all
over the mountains that l have dis
graced my very womanhood in giving
| myself to my brothers murderer"
"A bas Saliceti!" yells sheep farm
err from the valley.
"Demonios, his lies have dishonored
our race!" growls a goatherd from
the slopes of La Pintica.
Leave him to u.s." says Bonelli
calmly; his hawks eyes are fixed un
pleasantly on the candidate, who with
muttered anathema is edging from
the platform.
With this, Corsica's favorite bandit
commands sternly: Men of Bocog
nano, no one of you will cast your
ballot at the polls for this politician
who has disgraced our village. Other
wise you will hear from me. You will
vote for Signore Ambrose Luciano
the cigarette smoking statesman from
Ajaccio, who begs your suffrages. He
may be greater fool, but he is not sc
great rascal as our fellow towns
man! Don't you even dare vote fol
YOURSELF" he cries, as the abashed
Saliceti flies from the room pursued
by jeers and excavations and even the
taunts of his own sweetheart, who Ii
still clasped in old Tomassos arms.
Now, reparation to you, Signore
Barnes, the only one we can make
We will bear you in honor to Marina's
home, where your bride now awaits
you. Your wedding fete was postponed
in Nice, / understand" the grim mar
smiles slightly. I'VE will give you In
Bocognano nuptial procession to 9
bride whose lips are as unsullied a
when she made vows to you"
So, attended by the whole Of the
Bellacoscia and many girls, who have
pulled down the floral ornaments o.
the communal room, waving the flow
ers about him, and young men shoot
ing off their guns in his honor, Barnes
with Marina on his arm, is escorted
beneath the lantern-lighted chestnut
trees to the old mansion of the Paolis
AS they pass along the main street &
girl comes running from the telegraph
Office and places an envelope in Ma
rina's hand. After glancing at 1t, 8
wild elation is in the young wife!
face. She whispers some hurried di
rections to old Tomasso, and tripping
TO Barnes side her step is as buoyant
as his.
(TO BE CONTINUED)