The Ozona Stockman (Ozona, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 8, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 30, 1929 Page: 3 of 8
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THURSDAY, MAY 30, I WO
THU OZONA STOCKMAN
TWELFTH INSTALLMENT
His withered figure seemed to
have gathered strength and dig*
nity, and his appearance and tone,
an he grazed scornfully down at the
Kiri at his feet, w»s full of a
atraiiKe dramatic force. Her heart
aank hh Mhe listened to him. Thin
whm no idle, vulKar passion, no
morbid craving for evil, which ani-
mated him. It was a purpose
which had become halh w< d to
him; somethin* which he had come
to look upon as his sacred ri^rht.;
She understood how her drawing!
back must seem to him. As thoughj
a flash of liKht had laid bare his
mind, she saw how weak, how piti-!
fully weak, any words of hers must
sound, so she was silent.
He had commenced walking up
and down the room; and, watching
him fearfully, she saw that his
manner was gradually changing.1
The unnatural calm into which he
had momentarily relapsed was
leaving him, and he was becoming
every moment, more and more ex-
cited. Fire flashed in his eyes, and
he was muttering broken words
and sentences to himself. *Oncc
he raised his clasped hands to the
roof in a threatening gesture, and
in the act of doing so she saw the
blue flash of a stiletto in his breast
pocket. It fright* nod her, and she
moved toward the door.
It seemed almost as though he
road her purpose in her terror-
stricken face, anti it maddened,
him. He caught her by the wrist
and thrust her back.
"You shall not leave this room,
girl!" he cried. "Wait, and soon 1
will bring you n*ws!”
She stood, still panting, over-
come for a moment by the strength
of his grip. Before she could re-
cover herself, he had caught up his
hat and was gone. Outside, she
heard the sound of a key in the
lock. She wits a prisoner!
Her first thought was the win-
dow. Alas! it was too small even
for her to get her head through.
She cried out. No one anawered;
there was no one to answer. She
was alone in the cottage, and help
less, and away ov« r the cliffs, to-
ward .Mallory Grange, she could
see a small, dark’ figure walking
steadily along, with bint head and
her seriously. ______ ______________________
And it Is I to w horn yoj dare ,,j,, fJ< (j his a,uj looked up.
I urhr.m i on uab * * *
by Iatdy Ft. Maurice's broken sobs,
to come for help—l whom you ask, „.
to save him—your husband? A- ' L* rr,,’v*'"< ur,d *d'** stooped
drienne, do you rtnumber rny low down to catch the sound,
words on the sands at Palermo?”j "Will you till Margharita that
She wrung her hands, frantically this was best?” he faltered. ”1
imploring. | have heard a whisper from over
"How can 1 remember anything' the sea. and—and the White Hya-
think of anything, now? For the cinth forgives. J forgive. She
love of God, help him.” she begged, will understand.”
-eiziug his hand. "That was all so "I-eonardo,” she sobbed, “your
long ago. You would not have him vengeance-------”
killed here before my eyes? Gomel; “This is my vengeance!” he
<»h, do come!" : said. "1 have kept my oath!"
. j . 4 * "Lead the way." he answered! Then he closed his eyes, arid a
fuce. It termed almost at th ug sternly. "Call your Idudest for gray shade slide into his pallid
while yet on earth, 'V ' j other help. I make no promise, but L*'* A breeze sprung up from the
to her a touch of that *x<iu ' 1 will see this tragedy." , sea. and the tall, blood-red poppies,
spiritual beauty which follows m ; y^e rari back along the path, and which stood up ail around him iike
iy upon tl e extinction of aU e 1 followed her. They turned sud- a regiment of soldiers, bent their
ly passion, and the upiiltinK ** *' denly an abrupt corner, arid came quivering heads.till one or two of
a purer, sweeter life-. And he y*> Uj,on <wo m#,ri |oCKe-d in one an- them actually touched his cheek.
He did not move; he was dead.
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swift steps. The cottage stood by I closed upon the sunlight, and dark olh(,r.H arm„t amj Mwaying back
itself, a mile from the village, Md »«"• wt.t,u’ 10 “I*" h*'rk/e« Vm aI"1 forward upon the shor
was approached only by a Cliff, fay quite still upon the floor, bui|Km.n turt- jh, lunatic, an im- j
path. Fhe turnid away from the | the smile still lingered upon herjmenjM? ft,||ow n,„n, tha„ six feet j
window in di'-p.. ». It sictned to bps. making n* r taie Tni^rr ov* •' high, was clutching his opponent's j Lord and lady Lumley tiad ling-
her then that me time for t * r f'ual t‘vt'n 1,1 *ts cold repose than w i ii j^rout wjty, j#,f( hand, while ♦red long in Horne, and now, on
sacrifice had ifide♦ .1 com*1. ; ‘ t,w * f l!* . with his right he brandished a long the eve of their departure, they had
It was a warn, drowsy morning.1 ;n h«r *>**>'■> clear eyes, a u table-knift with k* * nly.sharp*ned 'pent nearly the whole of a bright
and the air which floated in " expression to her tiauris , tly*. The struggle was virtually November afternoon buying curios
through the op* n lattice window 'amts like • t. . r«iiun o ssi- liV>r madman's strength was of a wizened old dealer, whose shop
was heavy with the perfume of rtu^, , , lLI,H' but seldom women. mor|, t^an >,urrutn. and desperately they had found in one of the dark
flowers, mingled with the faint o- Help, r or Gods Hake, Help: though he had struggled, lord St.' n*rrww streets at the hack of the
zone of the m a. Outs de. the plac- A woman’s cry of agony rang on' ^j. urjt.v WHH lying exhausted and; •’*«**<» Angelo. Lady Lumley had
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murmurous buzzing of insects arid
the
the
soft hippmg i i the tide
shingly sands. Within
con the swiet morning stillness
( unt Mar.orii, who had been hur
upon tying on with downcast head, stood
tn, still m the cl.ff path and iiftid h,
room, a p.ii* fa < .1 g r| knelt upon head. It was the woman who*
long, Hlirn
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•wt-ttuiiH' in 11 * r- afftir*. j *' * * . .* J**iv*“ * *'• •••»«
With a final effort he turned his Wi0i examining it with a vague
la ad at the sound of footsteps, and i ——. ------
.iw them come his wife and this 1 ... ________
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sens* of familiarity.
“Ten pounds for that ring, my
lady," the curio dealer remarked,
"and it has a history. You will sea
thut it hears the arms and motto
of the Marionis, once the moat
powerful family in Sicily. I had it
from the late Count himself."
Lady Lumley sank into the little
chair by the counter, holding the
ring tightly in her hand.
"Will you tell ua the history?”
she asked in a low tone.
The man hesitated.
"If 1 do so," he said doubtfully,
"will you promise to keep it abso-
lutely secret?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, I have told it to no
one yet, hut 1 will tell it to you.
Many years ago 1 was a chemist,
and among my customers was
Count Leonardo di Marioni. Hia
history was a very sad one, aa
doubtless you may have heard.
When he was quite a young man he
was arrested on some political
charge, and imprisoned for five-
and-twenty years a cruel time.
Well, scarcely more than twelve
months ago he came to me here, ao
altered that I found it hard indeed
to recognize him Poor old gentle-
man, when he had talked for a
while, 1 felt quite sure that his
long confinement had affected his
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i lion
fin
ad curs* d wt o sto*
the woman on when,
c was to lull,
was as white as his
the floor, wit” her long, slirn fin- memory hi
gers stretched upward, and the b* fore hirn-
parsiouate det|<iir < f death in her ' is vengeatii
cold, white feature*. ’I he sunshine Her face
laughed upon her hair, and glnnc* d own, and in the swiftness of bet
around her. bathing In r beautiful flight Mr fat had fallen away am!
face in its fresh. brigH glory her ha:r was streaming in the „,4„ „ .........
Was it an answer to hi r prayer, t I' ve Yet n that moment of her moht jnorediblie, the Sicilian had
she wondered her prayer for awful Gar sh* recognized him .(,ruiJy between them, and the
peace and forgive ni i s? Oh, that it nd shrank hack trembling, a* r.n;fe wa.« ijuiver rig in h.s « de
might t»e so! C» ii giant it ! ' ' ug‘ m me unseen t and had pa! Behind, the lunatic was struggling'
face,j',id Iti tongue, arid laid a i helplessly in the g'rasp of thru
-t■runkeri little old man. But dose
at hand though they wire, i.otning
i i.ulii help him now. He saw the
■iteel flashing in the sunlight, arid
hi closed his o,\*s.
The knife descended, but Lord
St. Maurice remained unhurt
With a swiftness which seemed al-
There was
1*ar in
though only a menu tit be fore hm , weight upon her fn art. They stood
There was a wild cry of horror
from the Lady St. Maurice, a chok-
ing gasp of relief from hir hus-
band, and a horrid chuckle of tri-
umph from the madman as he gaz-
. !*-d upon his handiwork. P.ut after
Merciful fo you {g)at there was nil*nee—-a deep,
t h ** ^®u WIL awe stricken silence—th« silence
i* . Oh, >ou will help me; ()f those who stand in the presence
husband is being murdered ther* (i)- ,(,.ath
Count Marioni lay on the turf
h* re he had sunk, very white and
had taken out and vw, llov.*d ' r • ,t,,c* to lac*, hr* athless and speech-
contents of ttat iittU |.ack»-t o? A host of fo'-gotten senna
poison which had t urned in h* r ‘ cm,, kindled by her appearand
bosom for those last few days. But i * ad leaped up within the Sicilian's
there had tie* n ju*d one passing heart. He had indeed loved this
shade of bitterness. Her life had
been so short, so joyless, until j
then- had come to her ttiat brief;
taste of wond* rful, amazing happi- 1
ness. She was young to die—to die
with the delirium of that passion- i n the cliff by an escaped lunatii
ate joy still burn ng in her veins. [Oh! Leonardo, save him, and you' ^
“Yet. after all. it is best!" she may sink* me d»ad at your feet N,"rV stiiY''withThe biood'dropping
whispered softly, at the end of that It is I whom you should hate, ne t s|,lWjy from h!)J W()Ufl(i u,„,„ th*
unspoken prayer; and wrth those him. Oh.com*! Ccme, or it will b* ^,rasHj ari(j t !os*-*t. At
words of calm resignation, a too late! ,, , , . first tiny thought that he was al-
change crept softly in upon her He stood quite still, looking a* r*.a,jv dead ; but, as tf.o gh an used
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White, W. Evart. The Ozona Stockman (Ozona, Tex.), Vol. 16, No. 8, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 30, 1929, newspaper, May 30, 1929; Ozona, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1098421/m1/3/: accessed June 26, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; .