Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1912-10-18

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As the young men mounted to the
loggiato. or covered gallery. a delicate,
white-haired Italian lady arose and
came to meet them.
"Ah. Martel my dear boy! We have
been expecting you" she cried.
II was the Donna Teresa Fazello, and
she turned a sweet face upon Martel's
friend. bidding him welcome to Terra
nova with charming courtesy.
She was still exchanging with him
the pleasantries customary upon first
meetings, when he heard the count ex-
claim softly, and, looking up, saw him
bowling low over a girls hand. Her
back was half turned toward Norvin,
but although he had not seen her fea-
lures clearly he felt a great surprise.
His preconceived notion of her had
been all wrong, it seemed, for she was
not dark-on the contrary, she was as
| tawny as a lioness. Her hair, of which
there was an abundance, was not the
ordinary Saxon yellow, but iridescent,
as if burned by the fierce heat of a
tropical sun. Her neck and cheeks
were likewise golden, or was it the
\ nGnL from neT SplenQlQ CROWN
He was still staring at her when she
turned and came forward to give him
her hand, thus allowing her full glory
to flash upon him.
] WELCOMED" she said, in a voice as
low-pitched as a cello string. and her
I lover smiled delightfully."- at the emo
/ ton he saw leap up in Norvin's face.
That young man was quite unconscious
/ Of Martel's espionage-unconscio OF
everything. in fact, save the splendid
\ creature who stood smiling at him as
/ if she had known him all her days.
/ His first impression-that she was all
golden. all cleaning like a flame, did
not leave him, for the same warm tints
that were in her hair were likewise
/ present in her cheeks, her neck, her
hands. 1t was like the hue which un-
/ derlies old ivory. Her skin was clear
and of unusual pallor, yet it seemed to
radiate warmth. Her lips were richly
red and as fresh as half-opened flow
er. affording the only contrast to that
puzzling radiance. Her unusual effect
was due as much perhaps to the color
| Of her eyes as to her hair and skin,
for while they were really of a green
/ ish hazel they held the fires of an
opal in their depths. Her brows were
dark and met above a finely chiseled
nose,
\ All in all Blake was quite taken
\ aback, for he had not been prepared
/ for such a vision. and a sort of panic
robbed him Of speech.
But the moment of greeting was soon
over. and the lovers fell to chatting or
| the wedding preparations.
| ut was very good of you to come so
/ long a way" said the countess at last
turning to the American. 'Martel has
told us all about you and about your
adventures together"
Not all!' cried Savigno lightly. I'VE
have pasts, I assure you"
"Martel tries. so hard to impress US
with his wickedness," the aunt ex-
nlained. But we know him to be
| testing. Perhaps you will confound
him here before US.
Il shall do nothing of the sort
Blake laughed. who am to rob him
I of a DELIGHTFULLY."- wicked past, upon
which he can pretend to look back IN
borror? 1t is the only past he Will
| ever have, so why spoil it for himE
on the contrary. 1 am prepared TO leno
a hand and to start him off with list
Of damning disclosures which IL VIII
require years to live down"
pray begin urged the count, with an
air Of intense satisfaction. Eth! He hes
itates. Then 1 shall begin for him. In
the first place, Margherita, he openly
declares that 1 covet your riches
The countess joined in the laughter at
this. and Norvin could only say;
you shouldn't place the least depend
ence in the words Of a mans best rrleno
under such conditions, for be covers his
chagrin at losing comrade by dls-
play of pessimism which he doesn't really
feel"
Miss Ginini's glance filled him with
most disturbing self-consciousness, and
ne was relieved when the lovers were
once more occupied with each other. II
was sometime later that the countess
addressed her aunt excitedly:
Listen! What do you thing of this,
zia mai? The authorities will not admit
poor Paolo to bail. and he is still in
prison"
Poor feIIowl' cried the Donna Teresa.
cit is La Malta"
Perhaps It is better for him to remain
where he is" Martel said. He is at least
safe for the time being"
safe from what?' queried Blake.
safe from the friends of the man he
shot"
safe also from Gallis wife" the
countess added. she will doubtless Kill
him as soon as he leaves the prison.
She will demand blood to wash her
blood"
you sympathize with herr" ask
ed Martel.
Deeply I am not sorry her husband
was killed, but a wife has rights"
you evidently believe in the vendet-
tap Norvin laughed.
who does not? The law is full Of
tricks. There is a saying which runs,
The gallows for the poor. justice for the
foolr"
you are a Mafosap' cried the scan
dalized aunt.
1T is one of AIiandro's sayings He
has lived a life. He often tells me
stories"
"Aliandro is a terrible liar" Martel
declared. Il fear his adventures are
much like his rheumatism"
You do not exact a reckoning from
your enemies in American queried
Margherita.
"Oh, we do. but not with quite so
much enthusiasm as you do. We have
some outlaws, to be sure, like your no
torious Belisario Card"
Card is but a name" said the girl.
He does not exist
Intercepting a warning glance from
Martel. Blake said no more, and the
talk drifted to more agreeable SUBJECTS.
The guest was beginning to feel quite
at ease when the count jumped up sud-
denly and said:
I must go to the village. The baker,
the confectioner. the butcher-all have
many things to prepare for the feast,