. Little journeys to the homes of great reformers ... Garibaldi backed out of the house, requestingthe man to follow, which he obediently did at a dis-tance of five paces, his hands high in the air, as if inblessing. With pistol still in hand Garibaldi mountedthe horse, and as he did so the little lady moaned— He may kill me for this—but I would do it again—for you! Garibaldi kicked his right foot out of thestirrup, and held out his hand. The lady without theslightest hesitation placed her foot in the empty stirrupand leaped lightly up behind. As she did so Garibaldifired two shots wel
. Little journeys to the homes of great reformers ... Garibaldi backed out of the house, requestingthe man to follow, which he obediently did at a dis-tance of five paces, his hands high in the air, as if inblessing. With pistol still in hand Garibaldi mountedthe horse, and as he did so the little lady moaned— He may kill me for this—but I would do it again—for you! Garibaldi kicked his right foot out of thestirrup, and held out his hand. The lady without theslightest hesitation placed her foot in the empty stirrupand leaped lightly up behind. As she did so Garibaldifired two shots well over the head of the paralyzedhusband of his late wife, and gave his horse the a minute horse and riders, two, were more than aquarter of a mile away over the plain, the lady seatedsafely behind, her arms gently but surely enfoldingthe red shirt. As they passed over a ridge they lookedback, and there stood the degenerate scion of royalty,his hands high above his head. He had forgotten totake them down. 98 GREAT REFORMERS—Garibaldi. UT should any prosaic readerimagine that this little story^^^^^BTAI H^^M^^I is too melodramatic to be true,^^A%1^^^^^K^^ I refer him to the monograph^^ Garibaldi the Patriot, by Alexander Dumas, who gothis data from the record writ-ten by Garibaldi, himself .5©>Moreover, Anita, for it wasU she, told the tale to MadameBrabante who in turn gavethe facts to Margaret FullerOssoli. C[ We do not know Anitas last name ^ Whenshe placed her foot in the stirrup of Garibaldis saddleshe gave herself to him, body, mind and spirit, forbetter, for worse, in sickness and in health, through eviland good report, forever. By that act she left the pastbehind; even the name Anita was a name thatGaribaldi gave her, and if he ever knew the story ofher life before they met, he never thought it worthwhile to mention it. Probably he did not care—life forboth of them really dated from the day they met. HeYT^s thirty-one, she was Garibal
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