Nogales international., 1929-03-26
Tenth Installment
WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE

falermo is the scene. There an exile
Leonardo di Marioni, has come for Low,
Of Adrienne Cartuccio, who spurns him
He meets an Englishman, Lord St. Mau
rice, who falls in love with Adrienne OF
sight. Leonardo sees his sister Margharita
who tells him his love for Adrienne is hope
less. But he pleads with her to arrange al
accidental meeting. to say farewell, be
tween Adrienne and him.
She consents. That night the Englishmar
Is informed of an attempt being made to
carry off Signorina Cartuccio, and Mar
employed by rejected suitor on a lionel.
road. He rushes to the scene; and proves
able tc rescue the ladies.
lnaamed by the failure of his scheme
Leonardo sees Margharita who shows hin
she knows that he was instigator of the
attempted attack. The Engishman now
sees Adrienne often. The Englishman, sit
ting in the hotel. finds a dagger at his feet
Looking up. he sees the Sicilian. and scent;
trouble. 1--WE sat here a week ago." re
calls Leonardo. Lord St. Maurice mods.
Leonardo and the Eaglishman quarrel
The Englishman at first refused to accept
challenge TO duel, then when the Italian
siaps him consents. The two men tace
each other ready to fight to the death.
Mareharita stops the duel by coming just
in the nick of time to save the Englishmar
from his fate, with two officers who, arrest
the exile Leonardo. Leonardo vows ven
geance. After IS years in Jail ne IS again
memories left to him.
Al his hotel the proprietor, worried
about him, advertises for his friends anc
Leonardo is first visited by the woman he
had loved, whom he Shoes out of his sight
Then there comes to him the daughter Of
prise. He learns that his sister is dead.
Count Leonardo tells his niece the story
of his love for Margharita. She is sympa
thetic.
home Of Lady St. Maurice, Marioni's for
nler love, as governess in order to be in
a position to wreak vengeance upon her.
-ord Luuiley, the son of Lady St. Mau.
rice, talks TO his mother OF Miss Briscoe
and Lady St. Maurice begins telling him
about the past.
Meanwhile Miss Briscoe is corresponding
with Leonardo. He writes her of his de
sire for revenge.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
Letter from Maygbarita Btiscoe to
the Count Leonard di Marioni, care
Of the Princess II Carlotti, PdIdsgo
CGrlotti, Rome
MY DEAR, DEAF Uncle: l am in
ciined to scold you for your letter, for
it made me very sad. Why should you
be SO sure of dying just as the ven
geance which is your due becomes
yours? You are not very old, and l
can nurse you even as / did before.
Think how lonely l should be without
you. No, you must not think Of leav-
,..s me. i fof0Id It! 1t is morbid
Danish that fancy for my sake, anc
try and think of a quiet happy life
together, away in some southern city
where the sea and the sky are blue
and the sun is warm, and the breezes
are soft and laden with the perfume
ot sweet flowers. We would never
live in this country, would we? I dc
not like it. It is cold and damp, anc
il chills me, chills even my heart
Oh! l know just the life we coulo
live together, and be very, very happy
Write to me no more of death.
Il am quite settled down here, wait
Ing. My duties are light, and I do moi
find them irksome. Every day
realize that / did we'll in coming here
as govcrness, and not as one seeking
a home. They think that it is because
OF my pride that l have willed it SO
They do not know.
Lady St. Maurice tries to be kint
to me in her way; but when th'
ho.2yed words are upon her lips,
thi.ik of you and my heart is steel
She must have been very beautiful
wor,an-nay, she is beautiful now
You asked me in your first letter t.
watch and to tell you whether they
were happy together. You asked me
and I tell you the truth.
Yes! l think that of all the womel
whom / have ever seen, her life Seems
to have flown along the most calml,
and peacefully. / have never seen ;
cloud upon her brow; l hate her fo
it. She has no right to be happy; sh'
who by such treachery condemned
YOU to living death. Once my ange
rose up SO fercely that nearly strucl
her, and had to hurry from the room
lest I should betray myself before tn,
time. Truly she deserves punishment
and my hand shall not shrink iron
iuhicting it.
"Yet, after all, is death the mos
complete form of punishment. Some
times / doubt it. l would mar tn,
beauty of her face for ever, and laugh
I would strike her blind gladly;
would make her cripple for life, with
oat renorse, without hesitation. TX
! see her suffer would please me.
should have no pityl
But death, uncle! II anything o
Our religion be true, would death be 81
terrible a thing? Against my will
see that her life is good. She ha
made her home what It should be, anc
Ter husband happy. She is a devoted
Christian. and, wet or fine, every Sun
cay morning before breakfast, she goe'
| 70 the little church in the village anC
I<neels before the altar. She visit:
the sick and the poor, and they lov,
her. For me, religion has become
something OF dream. / was brought
Up Roman Catholic. What i am nov
J do not know! When l vowed my
lie to its present purpose | filled il
with new thoughts l put my religio,
away from me- | could not kneel with
hate in my heart; | could not confess
w'th the desire to kill in my bosom
Yet let that pass. Supposing ther c
&c = heaven, if we kill her for her
a-acilery to you will not that sin be
ped out1 May she not gain