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THE OSHAWA DAILY TIMES, WEDNESDAY, JOLY 31, 1927 WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE Palermo is the scene. There an exile, Leonardo di Marioni, has come for Jove of Adrienne Cartue- cio, who spurns him. He meets an Englishman, Lord St. Maurice, who falls in love with Adrienne on sight. Leonardo sees his sister Margharita, who tells him his love for Adrienne is hopeless. But he pleads with her to arrange an acci- dental meeting, to say farewell, be- tween Adrienne and him. She consents. That night the Englishman is informed of an at- tempt being made to carry off Signorina Cartuccio, and Marghar- Ita, who are walking by brigands smployed by a rejected suitor on a lonely road. . He rushes to the scene, and proves able to rescue the ladies. _Inflamed by the failure of his scheme, Leonardo sees Margharita who shows him she knows that he was instigator of the attempted at- tack. The Englishman now sees Adrienne often. The Englishman, sitting in the hotel, finds a dagger at his feet. Looking up, he sees the Sicilian, and scents trouble. "We sat here a week ago," recalls Leonardo. Lord St. Maurice nods. Leonardo and the Englishman quarrel, The Englishman at first refused to accept a challenge to duel, then when the Italian slaps him consents. 'The two men face each other ready to fight to the death. Margharita stops the duel by coming just in the nick of time to save the Englishman from his tate, with two officers who arrest ths exile Leonardo. Leonardo vows vengeance. After 25 years in jail he is again at his hotel, an old, broken man with only memories left to him. At his hotel the proprietor, wor- rled about him, advertises for his friends and Leonardo is first visit- sd by the woman he had loved, whom he shoos out of his sight. Then there comes to him the daugh- ter of his sicter, whom he greets ln great surprice. He learns that _ hig sister is dead. Count Leonardo tells his niece the story of his love for Marghar- ita. She is sympathetic. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "Yes." "Lumle;. twenty-five years have passed away, and he is free." "But, Mise Briscoe?" he asked, pewildered. "How does all this toncern her?" "She is his piece." "His niece! his niece!" Lord Lumley could 'say nothing. With all the swift selfishness of a man his thoughts were centered round one point. Would this new development hinder his purpose, or was it favorable to him? "Ieonard's sister, Lumley, was my dear friend. She married 2 man named Briscoe, and died very soon afterward. Margharita is their daughter, and, Lumley, there 1s no English blood in her veins She {s a Mariani! T can see his eyes and his forehead every time I look at her. They seem to tell me that that wild oath gtill lives; that some day he will stretch out his hand and redeem that muderous threat. Lum- ley, there have been times when it has terrified me to look at that irl." 5 His face was clearing. A smile even began to dawn upon his lips. "Why mother, don't you see that so far as Miss Briscoe is concerned that is all fancy," he said. "You feel that way toward her simply be- ause she nappens to resempie tne Yount di Marioni. Isn't that a lit- le unfair to her? What can she tnow of apoath which was sworn live-andsfwenty years ago, long sefore she was born. Why,.I don't yuppose that she ever heard of it." She smiled a litle sadly. "Lumley. T do not attempt to de- lend my feeling. Of course it is \bsurd to connect her with it, eally." "I was sure that you would say 0. mother." "But, Lumley, although T cannot lefend it the feeling remains. Lis- en. No woman has known greater sappiness than IT have, My life yas been sometimes almost too per- 'ect, and vet I never altogether for- got those passionate words of Leon- ardo's. They lay like a shadow weross my life, darkening and grow- sroader as the years of his confine- ment passed away. The time of his release came at last--only a few months ago, and only a few months 1go. Lumley, T saw him." "You saw him! Where?" "In London, Lumley! Why did he some, almost on the day of his release, here to England? It was a sountry which he hated in his vounger days, and vet, instead of visiting his old home, his love of which was almost a passion, in- stead of lingering in those sunny southern towns where many friends gtil] remained who would have re- ceived him with open arms, he came straight to London alone. I found him at a hotel there, broken down, and almost, as it 'were, on the threshold of death! Yet, when he saw me, when he heard my voice the old passion blazzed out. Lumley I prayed to him for forgiveness, and he scorned me. He had never forgotten! He would never for- give! He pointed to his person, his white hairs, to all the terrible evid- snce of his long imprisonment, and snce more, with the same passion which had trembled in his tone twenty-five vears ago, he cursea wel It was horrible! I fled from that place like a haunted woman, and since then Lumley, I have been hounted. Every feature in the girl's magnificent face, and every movement of his figure, reminds me that she is a Marioni!" She had risen and was standing by his side, a beautiful, but a suf- fering woman. He took her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "Mother, you have too much im- agination," he said gently. "Look at the matter seriously. Granted that this ol¢ man still harbors a senseless resentment against you. Yet what could he do? He forgets the days in which he lives and the country to whiep you belong! Ven- dettas and romantic vengeances, such gs he may have dreamt of five-and-twenty years ago, are ex- tinet even in his own land; here, ne cannot be taken seriously at all!" She shivered a little, and looked into nis face as though comforted in some measure. "That is what I say to myself, Lumley," she sald; "but ihere are times when the old dread is too strong for me wholly to crush it. I am not an Englishwoman, you know; I come of a more superstit- ious race!" "I am sorry that Miss Briscoe should be the means of bringing these unpleasant thoughts to you," he remarked thoughtgully. "Moth- er!" "Yes, Lumley." "Would it be a great trouble to you if--some day--I asked you to receive her as a daughter?" She stood. quite still and shiver- ed. "Ver face was suddenly of a mar- the shadow of a suspicion rest upos you. Truly, yours will be no crime, but the world and the courts of. justice would have {it otherwise. You will, in verity, be but the in. strument. Upon my head be the 'guilt, as mine will be the exceeding y, when the thing for whiep J crave is accomplished. Bless you, y child, that you have elected to aid me in carrying out this most just requital. Bless you, my child, that you have chosen to bring peace into the heart of one who has known great suffering! "Your last letter was short; yet I do not wonder at it. § What is there you can find to say to me, while our great purpose remains thus in abeyance? My health continues good, I am thankful to say, yet, were it otherwise, I know that my strength would linger with me till, my oath is accomplished. Till that day shall come death itself has no, power over me. Even though its shadow lay across my path I could still defy it. Think not that IT am blaspheming, Margharita, or that I believe in no God. I believe in & God of Juctice and eH will award me my right. Oh, that the time may be short, for I am growing weary. Life ig very burdensome, save only for its end. "Sometimes, my beloved Marg- harita, you have sought to lighten the deep gloom through which I struggle, by picturing the happy days we may yet spend together in some far-distant country, where the shadows of this great selfish world barely reach, and its mighty roar and tumult sound but as faint, low murmur, I have listen Miss Briscoe Enters the Room ble pallor. "You--you mean this, Lumley?" "I mean that I care for her, mother. "You have not--spoken to her?" "No. I should not have said any- thing to you yet, only it pained me to think that there was anything between you---any aversion, I mean. . I thought that if you knew, you would try and overcome it." "I cannot!" "Mother!" "Lumley, I cannot! She looke at me out of his eyes; she speaks to me with his voice; something tells me that she pears in her heart his hate toward me. You do not know these Marionis! They are one in hate and gne in love; un- changing and hard as the rocks on which their castle frowns. Even Margharita herself, in the old days, never forgave me for sending Leon- ardo to prison, although I saved her lover's life as well as mine. Lum- ley, you have said nothing to her?" "Not yet." SLE Ce "She would not marry you! I tell vou that in her heart she hates us all! - Sometimes I fancy that she is here--only--" "Mother!" He laid his hand firmly upon her white trembling arm, She looked around following his eyes Margha- rita, pale and proud, was standing upon the threshold, with a great bunch of white hyacinths in the bosom of her black dress. "Am I intruding?" she asked quietly. 'I will come down some other evening." A Lord Lumley sprang forward to stop her; but his mother was the first to recover herself. "Pray don't go away Marghar- ita," she said, with perfect 'self- possession. "Only a few minutes ago we were complaining that you came down go seldom. Lumley, open the piano, and get Miss Bris- coe's songs." He was by her side in a moment, btu he found time for an admir- ing glance toward his mother. She | had taken up a paper knife, and was cutting the pages of her book. It was the savoir-faire of a great lady. | A Correspondence Letter from Count Leonardo di Marioni to Miss M. Briscoe, care of the Earl of St. Maurice, Mallory Grange, Lincolnshire. . 'Hotel de Paris, Turin. "My beloved Niece: Alas! 1 have but another disappointment to recount. I arrived here last night, and early this morning I vis- ited the address which I obtained at Florence with so much ditficulty. The house was shut up. quiries made with caution among the neighbors I learned that Andrea Paschuli had left a few months betore for Rome, Thither I go in search for him. "The delay is irksome, but it is necessary. Although my desire for the day of my vengeance to come 1s as strong as ever, I would not have From in-| ed, but T have answered not; for in my heart I know that it wil never be. Those days will never come. I have shrunk from throw- ing a chill upon your warm, gen- erons heart; but of late I have wondered whether I do well in thus silently deceiving you. For, Margharita, there is no such time of peaceful happiness in store for me. I am dying! Nay, do not start! Do not pity me! Do not fear! I know it so well; and I feel no pang, no sorrow. The lim it of my days is fixed--not in act. ual days or weeks, but by events. I shall live to see my desire accom- plished, and then I shall die. The light may flicker, but till then, it will not go out. You will ask me: Who am I that I dare to fix a lim. it to an existence which God alone controls? I cannot tell you, Mar- gharita, why I know, or how, yet it is surely so. The day which seer me free of my vow will also be the day of my death. ~" "Trouble not, my child, at this thought, nor wonder why I can write of the end of my days so calmly. Ask yourself what further life could mean for me. There is no joy which I desire; my worn. out frame could find no pleasure in dragging out a tasteless and profit- less existence. I look for death as one looks for his couch who has toiled and 'labored through the heat of the day. I shall find there rest and peace. "For myself, Margharita, have no fear. I have made your fortune my care, and Gpd grant it may he a happy one. Honest men have made good profit out of my lands during my imprisonment. I have wealth to leave, and it is yours. The Castle of the Marionis will be yours, and well I know you will raise once more and uphold the mighty, though fallen, traditions of our race. I leave all fearlessly in your hands, at your entire disposal. Only one thing I beg of you, and that without fear of Marry not an Englishman, Marry one of the mobility of our own is- land, if you can find ope worthy of you; if n-t, there are nobles of Italy with whom your alliance would be an honor, and also a pro- fit. You will be rich as you are beautiful; and the first lady in Ite aly, our distant kinswoman, Ang- ela gi Carlotti, will be your guard- jan and your friend. May you be very, very happy, dearest; and all that come to you you will deserve, for you have lightensd the heart of a weary old man, whose blessing i¢ yours. now and forever. y "Leonardo di Marioni." (Continued tomorrow), $2,000.00 FIRST MORT- GAGE funds wanted on a completed house, Phone 2016W. 1 have no,other desire. | refusal. "HAY FEVER Afr [4] rom one §1 box or money rT RAZ-MAH ORONO MAN FOUND DEAD IN HIS HOME William Little, Who Lived Alone on His Farm, Died Suddenly Orono, July 30--William Little, a Third Line farmer, a bachelor, living alone, was found dcad lying on the floor of his house Wednesday morn- ing by Chas, Cowan, when he called as usual on his rounds delivering bread for Britton, of Newcastle. Death, it is believed, had come the day previous as his team hitched to the harrows were still standing in a nearby field where he was known to have been working. Evidently feel- ing the attack coming on he had made directly for the house, passing through an outer shed and falling forward through the door of the home as he entered. Deceased was born and lived practically all his days on the farm, living alone forty years or moré, Messrs. Andrew and James Morrow, are cousins. The Andrews and Farrow families are second cousins. Rev. William Sterling and family arrived at their journey's end, Ed- monton, Alta, Tuesday last, a motor trip of 2,740 miles. Travelling over western roads in the rainy season and what they learned about mud will stand them in good stead on the home journey. Miss Dorothy Robinson and Miss Elliot of Toronto spent a few days last week with the former's aunt, Mrs. W, Patterson, Main street south. Mrs, Powers and daughter, Miss Helen; have returned from a visit with Rev. Tuckef and family at" Was- aga Beach, and also with friends at Meaford, Mrs, Dr. McElroy with her son Keith and daughter Margaret, visit- ed her parents this week, Mr. and Mrs. D. Noble. Miss Ethel Winter was among the successful candidates writing at Nor- mal School, Toronto, and has been successful in obtaining interim first class certificate, She is engaged to teach Sixth Line school next term. Miss Geneiva Aikens of Torgnto was a visitor Sunday with Miss M, Knox. Miss Mary Knox played the wed- ding march at the fashionable and very pretty Foran-Pinder wedding at Wymilwood, University Residence, Toronto on Saturday last. The bride, Miss Marjorie Mary Pinder, is the youngest daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wellington Pinder of Arthur, and the groom the only son of Mr. and Mrs. James J. Foran of St. George. Mrs. A. J. Staples and daughter, Miss Kathleen, are members of a party on a tour to the Canadian Rockies and the Pacific Coast. The routing has been designed to in- clude the most interesting features of the west with stop-overs at Banff, Lake Louise, Jasper National Park, as well as the larger western cities. Miss Lillian Cuttell' of Toronto is visiting her cousin, Mrs. H. N. Junker. Mrs. Chas. Moat and Miss Dor- othy Richards of Toronto spent the week end with their parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. E, Richards. W. H. Sharpe of Toronto and sons, Dr. J. H. Sharpe, C.P.R. sur- geon, Swift Current, Sask, and Dr, W. C. Sharpe, Alexandra Sanitorium, London, Ont., spent Tuesday in town calling on old friends. Dr. J. B Tucker of Saskatchewan who is vis- iting his father here, will make the return trip by moter with Dr. J. H. Sharpe. William Sharpe wag a one ' ., J. B. GREY, . 64, Ottawa, known as the 'cycling missionary" who has just ridden his bicycle from Kingston to To- ronto to attend to personal business. He considers such dis- tances child's play. time farmer of Orono section, own- ing and working the present Peter Laing farm. The Newcastle junior quartette in connection with the United Church, Newcastle, sang two numbers very acceptably on Sunday morning last at Centre Street Church. The quar- tette is composed of the following members :--Misscs Winnifred Rick- ard, soprano; Marion Rickard, con- tralto; and Misses Claire Allin, tenor, and Stanley Rickard, bass. Miss Elma and Vida Tourjee spent Sunday with their father, A. Tour- jee. Miss Muriel! Millson has returned to her position in Toronto after 2 holiday at Kingston and home with her mother, Mrs. H. E. Millson. Mrs. H. G. MacDonald spent the | week, fweek, past 'week with relatives and friends iw<her old home town,* Welli Her daughter, Mrs. O, W. Rolph mo- i tored down and brought her home, "Dr. E. G. Kerslake attended the joint. meeting of the Ontario. and Central Canada Veterinary Medical Associations held in Kingston last Dr. John M. Lang, son of the late Richard Lang, Kirby, suffered a stroke of paralysis, Sunday, and is reported in a critical condition. His nephew, Dr. Ross Lang, is his at- tending physician. Mr, and Mrs. McIsaac and family of Toronto, and Mrs, A. Millson of Solina were visitors Xith their par- ents, Mr. and Mrs. A) J. Leigh, last R. D. Armstrong of Toronto, is spending a week with his parents, Mr, and Mrs. C, G. Armstrong. Will Leask and daughter, Miss Eleanor Sheppard, of Taunton, spent Sunday with A. A. Rolph. Mrs. Patte and son of Toronto dre visiting her aunt, Mrs. Fred Cowan, Mrs. Limbert of Toronto is visiting her daughter, Mrs. R. H. Brown, Miss Evelyn Staratt of Toronto, is a guest of Miss Enid McKenzie at her grandfather's, T. Smith. Miss Marion Dickson spent the week end with her friend Miss Betty Ratz, at Lake Oliphant, who return- ed home with her for a visit. Mrs. Mitchell and daughter, Miss May Mitchell of Toronto are visit- ing at Mr, 'George Butter's. Mr, and Mrs, made a flying visit Sunday last to Kingston where her sister, Mrs, Caverly, underwent a successful op- eration in the General Hospital. Her condition is reported favourable. Mr. and Mrs. R. A. Filchette moved last week to Millbrook where they will take charge of their new store, Miss Margaret: Wannan is in Bala, Muskoka, with her aunt, Miss Scott, at her cottage at Richmere House. Mrs. Wannan accompanied her as far as Toronto, and remained for a week's visit with her mother, Mrs. Scott, and other relatives, M. W. Chatterton ! gives a brilliant lasting shine with a minimurnr of effort. 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