Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1909-01-13
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caressing for my daughter, youll
have enough of that at the theater-
Keep your caresses for the prima
donnas!"
In an instant Carlos whole bearing
altered; the burning color rushed to
his cheeks, his eyes blazed. all lis
pent-up wrath burst forth Ike a VOL
cano. For an Italian nature Is not IN
like the Mediterranean itself; people
are tempted 10 presume on that eaIn.
blue peacefulness, which looks as II II
could never be broken. and then they
find themselves suddenly overtaken
by one Of its sharp, characteristic
storms; and, just in the same way
they presume on the infinite patience
and the sweet nature of those South
erners. whose only wish it has seemed
to please, and are amazed when they
find that sensitiyeness and delicacy OF
perception has two sides.
Captain Britton bad at length ex
hausted even the patience and cour-
tesy of an Italian: he was alarmed
now, at the storm he had evoked.
Carlos English had forsak2n him;
his voice, so subdued minute be
fore. was now eager AMI passionate;
his gesticulations were vehement as
he poured forth a torrent Of angry
remembrance. a storm Of words SO
rapidly uttered that TO foreign cars
Fnt oil
The captain was only conscious OF
two things; that he deserved this
burst OF indignation, and that he must
somehow get rid of his fiery guest,
Al such a moment. and in such agita-
ton he was not likely to weigh his
words. At length Carlo paused for a
moment. not because his wrath had
cooled, but because his breath failed
him. The captain instantly snatcLed
at his advantage
Il will at least save my child from
further contact with a deceivor!" ho
exclaimed, hoarsely. she is mine,
and / owe It 10 her to shield her from
such as YOU
They were words which could never
be forgotten words which in their
cruel injustice would ranBle like a
poisoned arrow The same white
heat of passion which causes daily
murders in the Santa Lucia district
leaped now to Carlos brain. yet
through 1t all he was conscious OF a
voice in his heart which said, GO at
ouca while you can control your
limbs Go while there is yet time. 4"
The habit OF a lifetime prevailed;
10 torn and leave his foe was TO him
more bitter than death. but with a
struggle worthy of his brave prog, III
tors ne obeyed the voice. and strobe
out OF the room without a word
He did not dare 10 pause for mo-
ment, lest he should see Francesca.
or perhaps hear her voice In the dis
lance and be overcome With hur-
ricd steps he crossed the vestibule.
snatchcd up his hat from the sand.
flung his coat across his chest, and
closed the door of Casa Bella behind
him Then he stopped for IA minute,
suddenly conscious that he felt sick
and giddy, and chat he was still
trembling with passion. The fiend
whom he had worsted assailed him
in new form.
You treated him with great for
bearance,' IL argued. you proved
yourself his superior in every way.
He ought to apologize to you for
what he said"
Carlo walked slowly home. The
idea of bringing the Englishman TO
his feet and making him crave pardon
soothed him a little This anger
shsl not get the mastery of me" he
said 10 himself Il win go IN and
make my preparations for leaving
home Just as ii this had not hap
pened
Aud, with the sort of unreal
strength which anger gives. he actu-
ally did begin his sorrowful task.
called the servants tog1 Their. told
them that he was leaving Italy, paid
them their wages. and dismissed
them. Then. more tried by the sight
of their grief and surprise than he
fn2cied would be the case, he sat
down 10 his desk and began to write
letters, There was tho lease Of the
Villa Bruno 20 be disposed Oft was
his for another year; he wrote TO a
house-agent In Naples There was
the furniture TO be sold: he wrote to
az autucuoer asking that an early
date IN ght be fixed for the sale At
any other time these letters would
have cost him much to write; but
aow be felt little. for fierce anger
crowded out grief and regret He
had no, In the least 7, allied that he
was never again 10 see Francesca:
BIC could realize nothing but that he
had been tuSultcd- grossly insulted--
by he man who should have been his
best friend Ana yet, though h, was
still beside himself with passtca. he
was all The time aware of az ,qncr
vuice urging him 10 forgi, THE
idea made him laugh scornmlly IS he
directed and stamped his sa 'ap,
What was he 20 forgive 50
clearly iu The wrong 1Te had uo s be.
fore felt the difficulty Of To,elvine
being naturally generous. ana sweet
tempered; hut Captain Briion had
wounded hm too deeply. Words
which might have been pardonod I'm q