The Complete Project Gutenberg Writings of Charles Dudley Warner eBook

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The Complete Project Gutenberg Writings of Charles Dudley Warner eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 3,672 pages of information about The Complete Project Gutenberg Writings of Charles Dudley Warner.
unmarked by the government; or, at least, that he could escape away to some other country or island, where Fiammetta could join him.  Did she love him yet, as in the old happy days?  As for him, she was now everything to him; and he would willingly serve three or thirty years in the army, if the government could forget he had been a brigand, and permit him to have a little home with Fiammetta at the end of the probation.  There was not much comfort in all this, but the simple fellow could not send anything more cheerful; and I think it used to feed the little maiden’s heart to hear from him, even in this downcast mood, for his love for her was a dear certainty, and his absence and wild life did not dim it.

My informant does not know how long this painful life went on, nor does it matter much.  There came a day when the government was shamed into new vigor against the brigands.  Some English people of consequence (the German of whom I have spoken was with them) had been captured, and it had cost them a heavy ransom.  The number of the carbineers was quadrupled in the infested districts, soldiers penetrated the fastnesses of the hills, there were daily fights with the banditti; and, to show that this was no sham, some of them were actually shot, and others were taken and thrown into prison.  Among those who were not afraid to stand and fight, and who would not be captured, was our Giuseppe.  One day the Italia newspaper of Naples had an account of a fight with brigands; and in the list of those who fell was the name of Giuseppe—–­, of Sorrento, shot through the head, as he ought to have been, and buried without funeral among the rocks.

This was all.  But when the news was read in the little post office in Sorrento, it seemed a great deal more than it does as I write it; for, if Giuseppe had an enemy in the village, it was not among the people; and not one who heard the news did not think at once of the poor girl to whom it would be more than a bullet through the heart.  And so it was.  The slender hope of her life then went out.  I am told that there was little change outwardly, and that she was as lovely as before; but a great cloud of sadness came over her, in which she was always enveloped, whether she sat at home, or walked abroad in the places where she and Giuseppe used to wander.  The simple people respected her grief, and always made a tender-hearted stillness when the bereft little maiden went through the streets,—­a stillness which she never noticed, for she never noticed anything apparently.  The bishop himself when he walked abroad could not be treated with more respect.

This was all the story of the sweet Fiammetta that was confided to me.  And afterwards, as I recalled her pensive face that evening as she kneeled at vespers, I could not say whether, after all, she was altogether to be pitied, in the holy isolation of her grief, which I am sure sanctified her, and, in some sort, made her life complete.  For I take it that life, even in this sunny Sorrento, is not alone a matter of time.

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