Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1910-04-21

A stocky, red-bearded man paced
steamships deck, telescope in hand.
From time to time he halted and
through his glass scanned the Bra
lillian shore, past which his vessel was
churning its slow way.
The red-bearded man was Giuseppe
Garibaldi, a young Italian sailor. He
had taken part in an attempt to free
Italy from the tyrannical yoke of Aus
tria. The plot had failed and he had
escaped to South America. There he
had plunged eagerly into the maze of
revolutions that have always con-
Vulsed South American states. Carl
Daldi's genius as q born military lead
er made his services valuable.
He Joined the party that was in re-
Dellion against the Brazilian empire
and won a series Of brilliant victories
against stronger foes. Several times
he was badly wounded. more than once
was taken prisoner and at one time
was put to torture. From place to
place In South America he wandered,
always drawing his sword for liberty
and against oppression. It was on q
day when his fortunes were at their
ebb that he sailed past the Brazilian
village OF Barra, examining the shore
through his telescope.
s... E,., uus. All at once the
Through Telescope. stationary Carl.
baldi had seen the lovely face Of a
Creole girl looking from a window in
the distant village. Long and earnest
~ ne gazed on her. Then he dropped
the telescope and ordered the ship
stopped and boat lowered. He rowed
ashore and set out to find the house
at whose window that face had ap-
peared. He searched in vain. He
could not locate the dwelling. In de-
spair he was about to return to his
vessel when he CHANGED to meet in
the streets man with whom he had
some slight acquaintance. This Bra
lillian invited the disappointed Italian
to come home with him for q cup Of
coffee and cigarette. On entering
his hosts house the first person on
whom Garibaldi's eye fell was the girl
he had been so vainly seeking. The
owner OF the villa introduced her as
his daughter Anita. Garibaldi, in his
autobiography, thus describes the
scene that followed:
I'VE both maintained an ecstatic 81.
lence, gazing at each other like two
persons who do not meet for the first
time and who seek in each others
face something that shall revive re-
membrance. At last saluted her and
said: You must be minei' knew but
little Portuguese, so spoke these au-
dacious words in Italian. However,
seemed to have some magnetic power
in my insolence. had tied a knot
that death alone could break"
From that moment to the day of
Anita's death the strangely met couple
adored each other. Anita was Carl
baldi's first and only love, and she
was Just the sort of wife for such a
man. She shared his terrible hard
chips without a word of complaint,
faced wretched poverty with a smile
and walked serenely with her warrior
husband on the ragged edge Of mortal
danger.
In battles she fought, sword in
hand, at his side. Once, during
charge, when a soldier fell dead, she
snatched up the slain mans musket
and continued to load and fire II I'M
til the enemy Tetreated. In a South
American sea fight once the deck Of
Garibaldi's ship was swept by a hail
Of shot and shell that drove many Of
the defenders to the shelter Of cabin
and forecastle. Garibaldi paused In
his task Of commanding the maneu'
vers long enough to shout to Anita to
90 below for safety.
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