The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1909-03-25

To this time, she having stood In the
shadows of the rear and the lamplight
of the room being very dim, in their
excitement the conccurse had not no.
ticed her: but as Marina steps for
ward some men turn away, woman
whispers; Its pity the blood OF
Pasquale Paoli flows in her" and a
young cavalier remarks: I'VE bonored
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
gasp of horror, my childhoods 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 Aiaccio, 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 | 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 | have dis
graced my very womanhood in giving
myself to my brothers murderer"
"A bas Saliceti!" yells sheep farm
er 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
xyhn bao nm. xi11aUa Othar.
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 a greater fool, but he is not sc
great rascal as our fellow towns
man! Don't you even dare vote foI
YOURSELF" he cries, as the abashed
by jeers and excavations and even the
taunts of his own sweetheart, who is
sti{ clasped in old Tomasso's 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 MAJ
smiles slightly. I'VE will give you il
Bocognano nuptial procession to {
bride whose lips are as unsullied a!
when she made vows to you
So, attended by the whole Of tn,
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 escorte,
beneath the lantern-lighted chestnu
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 It,
wild citation is in the young wife
: face. She whispers some hurried d
rections to old Tomasso, and tripping
to Barnes side her step is as buoyan
as his.
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