The Knox County News (Knox City, Tex.), Vol. 5, No. 13, Ed. 1 Friday, April 16, 1909 Page: 5 of 12
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SYNOPSIS.
Burton H. Barnes, a wealthy American
touring Corsica, rescues the young Eng-
lish lieutenant, Edward Gerard Anstrutli-
w, and his Corslcan bride, Marina,
daughter of the Paolls, from the mur-
derous vendetta, understanding that his
reward is to be the hand of the girl he
loves, Enid Anstruther, sister of the Eng-
lish lieutenant. The four fly from AJae-
clo to Marseilles on board the French
uteamer Constantirte. The vendetta pur-
sues and as the quartet are about to
board the train for London at Marseilles,
Marina is handed a mysterious note
which causes her to collapse and necessi-
tates a postponement of the journey.
BarneB and Enid are married. Soon
after their wedding BarneB' bride dis-
appears. Barnes discovers she has
been kidnaped and taken to Corsica.
The groom secures a fishing vessel and
U about to start in pursuit of his bride's
captors when he hears a scream from
the villa and rushes back to hear that
Anstruther's wife, Marina, is also miss-
ing. Barnes is compelled to depart for
Corsica without delay, and so he leaves
the search for Marina to her husband
while he goes to hunt for Enid. Just be-
fore Barnes' boat lands on Corsica's
shore Marina is discovered hiding in a
corner of the vessel. She explains her
action by saying she haa come to help
Barnes rescue his wife from the Corsi-
cans. When Barnes and Marina arrive
in Corsica he is given a note written by
Enid informing him that the kidnaping
Is for the purpose of entrapping Barnes
so the vendetta may kill him. Barnes
and Marina have unusual adventures in
their search for Enid. They come in
sight of her and her captors in the Corsl-
can mountain wilds just as the night ap-
proaches. In seeking shelter from a
Morm the couple enter a hermitage and
there to their amazement they discover
Tomasso, the foster father of Marina,
who was supposed to have been killed by
De Belloc's soldiers, and for whose death
Barnes had been vendettaed. Tomasso
loams that Marina's husband did not
kil) her brother. Many wrongs are right-
ed. Barnes is surprised In the hermitage
by Rochlni and Romano, the two detest-
ed bandits, who had been searching for
him to murder him for his money. The
bandits attempt to take away Marina.
Barnes darts out the door. The bandits
start to pursue, but as they reach the
door both are laid low by Barnes^ revol-
ver. Members of the Bellacoscifcenter
and Barnes is honored for Ills graBt serv-
ice to the community in killing the hated
Rochlni and Romano. T.he release of
Enid is promised. Barnes is conveyed in
triumph to Bocognano. Marina acquaints
the Bellacoacla with Saliceti's plot
against her husband and the people are
Instructed to vote against him at the
coming, election. Barnes is taken to the
mansion of the Paolis to meet Enid.
Marina receives a telegram. She starts
for Bastia to meet her husband. Enter-
ing the room to greet his wife Barnes is
bewildered to find the adventuress La
Belle Blackwood, but not Enid. She had
been substituted for the American's bride
by a shrewd plot. Lieut. Anstruther ar-
rives to And Marina and learns that she
has been lured away by tho telegram
which had been sent by another without
his knowledge. The two start in search of
Marina.
CHAPTER XVI.—Continued.
So they spring oft their horses and
dear old Monsieur Staffe, recognizing
the American, is about to offer them
rooms when they both suddenly ques-
tion him and learn to their concern
that no lady has arrived from the in-
terior thiB day at his hotel.
"She is drawn by two horses driven
by an old Corslcan with a beard sev-
eral weeks old," says Barnes.
"It doesn't matter how she was
driven; no lady has arrived here, gen-
tlemen."
"Then Marina must have gone to in-
tuiré at the steamer offices as to when
I'll arrive," cries Edwin.
"Mon Dieu!" ejaculates Monsieur
Staffe, his eyes lighting up, "you are
the young English naval officer whose
wedding to Mademoiselle Paoli created
such an excitement in the island two
weeks ago. Believe me, Monsieur,
your wife is not in Bastia, or I should
have heard of it. Everybody here hon-
ors the name of Paoli—and your sweet
spouse Is very much loved for her own
dear self."
Despite Monsieur Staffe's assertions,
the two young men stride out of his
hotel, and though desperately fatigued,
make inquiries at the offices of the
Fralssinet and the Florio Ruballinio
companies, but no lady asking for ar-
riving boats has been there, at all
eventfe, none answering Marina's de-
scription.
"We may have passed her on the
road," remarks Barnes sympathetical-
ly, his anguish making him feel for his
companion. "We'll give her two hours
to come in and overtake us—two hours
of rest," the poor fellow stretches his
. limbs wearily. "I'm flesh and blood,
Anstruther. You didn't climb moun-
tains all yesterday, as I did."
But Edwin, being unaccustomed to
horseback exercise, though wiry
enough upon the ship's deck, is stiff
and sore. Compelled from very fa-
tigue, the young men contrive to limp
back to the Hotel de France, where
they are very well taken care of, and
two hours' sleep measurably revives
them. Barnes has had a shave and
would look almost debonair when he
comes down to breakfast at noon, but
the cavities which hold his eyes ab-
normally brightened by anxiety give
the lie to any appearance of lightness.
Anstruther is even more worried
than before—and now as the day
draws on, without his wife appearing,
a look of fear comes into the young
man's face that is horrible.
Gazing at him, Barnes mutters: "Are
you good for another ride?"
"Yes—where?"
"We must take the back track," says
the American.. "We rode too rapidly
this morning, thinking Marina was
just ahead of us, for a critical investi-
gation."
"Get under way," answers the lieu-
tenant, and the two ride out of Bastía,
making inquiries at every village and
learning nothing.
In fact, the peasants, as they get
nearer Ponte-alla-Lecchia, are too
much excited over the election of the
morrow to talk about much else.
"Voting-day is to be enlivened by a
race riot of the Lucchese," says one
whom Barnes is questioning on the
highway just where the Morosaglla
road leaves it leading to the Tuscan
sea.
Edwin has dismounted and is slouch-
ing morosely about the road to ease
his tortured legs.
' "Why don't they wipe out these mu-
tinous Lucchese?" says the officer in
"I think there was. Hang it, I re-
member, I pulled it off. I—what are
you driving at?"
"Well could that flower have been
dropped at the entrance of the Moro-
saglla road with design by your wife
out of her carriage?"
The English seaman gasps for breath,
but tired as he is and stiff as he is he
staggers up and says hurriedly:
"Come!" and the two, through the
night again, for it has grown very
dark, ride down to Ponte-alla-Lecchia.
"By heaven, I wish we had hope of
my sister also," says Edwin aB they
hurry along, though the poor sailor
has difficulty in keeping himself in the
saddle.
"I, have a little," answers Barnes.
"You think Enid might be with Ma-
rina?"
"Yes, if Cipriano Danella has her.
He apparently wants a chance at my
life if Saliceti misses it. He may have
taken Enid to some out of the way
place, so that striving to flnd her 1
may die in his vendetta."
So he and Edwin walk their horses
up to the junction of the Morosaglla
road.
"Did you flnd that flower here?" he
asks Edwin.
"Yes, pretty well toward the middle
of the path."
~ Though the moon has just risen they
can flnd no more cyclamen blossoms
and here a sudden complication con-
fronts them. Another road leading to-
ward the northwest and running to
Novella, Belgodere and the He Rousse,
also leaves the Bastia road at the same
point.
"It is just as probable that Marina's
cotirse was directed toward the north-
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"It Doesn't Matter How She Was Driven, No Lady Has Arrived Here,
Gentlemen."
quarterdeck tones as they get on their
horses again.
"Then the native Corsicans would
have to work. These Lucchese come
over here from Italy and do the man-
ual labor for them. But I can find no
trace of your loved one or of mine,"
adds Barnes, almost despairingly, as
they ride along the road, their in-
quiries growing more close and per-
sistent till they reach Corte.
Together, disconsolately, the poor
fellows force themselves to try to eat.
The election excitement is growing
higher, a brass band comes past, at its
head a placard, "Vote for Saliceti!"
and BarneB gnashes his teeth.
But turning from this, he rather
curiously says suddenly: "Anstruther,
you've got a flower in your button-
hole."
"Oh, yes, I was bo miserable I hardly
knew what I was doing. I picked up
this crimson thing in the road when
you were talking to the peasant who
was telling you of the Lucchese riots
down at Orezza."
"There was no tree bearing the flow-
er where you picked it up?" asks the
American suddenly.
"No, I think not. I don't believe
there was a shrub of any kind within
a hundred feet of it. Why do you
ask?" for the other's tone is excited.
"Why, because that's the cyclamen
flower, one of the kind of which Ma-
rina bore whole branches in her car-
riage. Was there a branch attached
to it?"
west as toward the east. In fact, it is
a toss-up which way your wife went,"
remarks Barnes. "Now, there is only
one way to settle it, if this cyclamen
flower means anything. That is for
you to investigate one road and I the
other."
So it is arranged that Barnes takes
the road toward the lie Rousse, and
Edwin follows the path leading to the
eaBt toward Morosaglla.
"If I flnd no more of these flowers
going toward the northwest, I'll return
here and follow you," remarks Burton.
After giving these directions, the
American, desperately fatigued and
mightily sleepy, jogs his steed in the
direction of lie Rousse, 20 miles to the
northwest. In the moonlight, the dis-
tracted man, though he dismounts
often, discovers no cyclamen flowers
lying in the road. But he doggedly
keeps on, hoping to flnd some of the
flowers that may indicate he Is follow-
ing Marina.
"It's the only clew we have now to
Marina, and it may lead me to Cipri-
ano," he mutters, as he struggles to
keep himself in the saddle.
Finally, arriving at Belgodere in the
early morning and learning from the
innkeeper that no carriage has passed
through, exhausted, worn out and dis-
appointed, even Barnes succumbs to
nature. He has been 48 hours under
headway, 30 of these on horseback and
eight of them climbing precipices; and
despite despair and anxiety, sleep
claims him—the terrible sleep of utter
exhaustion.
It is late when he opens his eyes
again and with a start wonders where
he is. He looks over the brilliant
mountains, he sees the vines and only
a few miles uway, the waters beside
which stands Isola Rossa. The inn-
keeper says "Breakfast, Signore," and
serves him with crabs and lobsters
from the Gulf of Fiorenzo. Mine host's
little daughter places a bouquet of
wild flowers on the table. In it
gleams the red cyclamen. Barnes re-
members and orders a fresh horse.
While this is being saddled he forces
himself to eat. "Anstruther has not
followed me," he reasons. "I'll have a
long ride to overtake him and when
we meet Cipriano Danella I want to be
fit—to kill." Mounting a fresh steed,
he gallops off, retracing his steps, all
the time in his heart one question:
"Where is my Btolen bride?"
The night before, Edwin, turning to
the east, begins to climb the awful hill
leading to the Morosaglla. A few min-
utes after he has left the Corte road,
in the faint glow of the coming moon-
light, he springs off his horse and
utters an exclamation of delight.
As he pulls himself sailor fashion
into the saddle, he has a branch
of crimson flowers in his hand.
He is not certain even now that
they indicate Marina; though they
have fallen from no overhang-
ing bough, only beech and Larricclo
flrs being near him, he knows cycla-
men flowers are very common in the
island, and the little barefooted boys
and girls sometimes carry them in
their hands.
In the group of hamlets on tho hill-
sides called Morosaglla, Anstruther
does not pause.
But as he reaches the confines of
the village, the young husband starts
and his eyes, which fatigue had dulled,
glisten with hope. Here are two paths,
a trail leading to the north, the other
and broader one pointing east toward
the Tuscan sea. Along the latter, cyc-
lamen branches have been droppod
several times in a short hundred yards.
Their number Is significant, they
have been strewn quite continuously
from the forks of tho road. "My dar-
ling's message to me," murmurs An-
struther, and rides as hastily as his
tired though wiry little horse will take
him.
The branches of tho sweet-smelling
posies he still encounters on the trail
hurry him up hill and down hill, over
running mountain streams, through
wooded vales. Yet at least Nature
must have its meed—despite all efforts
of the rider, his head droops and his
figure becomes lax in the saddle.
His steed with a whinny of joy al-
most runs down into a little valley and
drawing suddenly up before a high
campanile stone building, Anstruther
falls off his horse into the arms of a
good Monk of the Convent of Piedl-
croce, who mutters; "Thank the
Saints, you got here alive in time to
drink the water of Orezza." For An
struther's appearance between fear-
ful fatigue and racking anxiety is now
that of a man nigh onto death.
The hospitable friars put the invalid
to bed and at high noon the next day
the invalid, after another glass or two
of the famous youth-giving Orezza wa-
ter, which here springs bubbling from
the earth, eats the noonday meal the
good friars set before him, rises, gives
them the blessing of a strong man and
hurries on.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
A CURE FOR PITS.
Mixtures of Thought In Dreams.
Consider the wild mixtures ot
thought, displayed both in the waking
life and the dreams of mankind. How
grand! How mean! How sudden the
leap from one to the other! How in-
scrutable the succession! How defiant
of orderly control! It is as if the soul
were a thinking ruin; which it verily
is. The angel ánd the demon life ap-
pear to be contending in it. The
imagination revels in beauty exceeding
all the beauty of thingB, walls in
images dire and monstrous, wallowB in
murderous and base suggestions that
shame our inward dignity; so that a
great part of the study and a principal
.art of life Is to keep our decency by a
wise selection from what we think and
a careful suppression of the remain
der.—Horace BuBhnell.
Bootblacks in Livery.
There is a new office building in
Wail street that is piling luxury on
luxury in the way of fittings and gen-
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bids fair to be a close rival to the mar-
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town. The latest outbreak In this
direction is tho uniforming of the
official bootblack of the building in a
page's livery, blue trousers with a
gold piping on tho teams, a page's
short tunic with ever so many round
gilt buttons down tho front and a
dark bluo straight vlsored cap with
the name of the company that owns
the structuro in gold letters on the
front. Of course, this bootblack
page is an Italian, and he looks ex-
tremely hot and uncomfortable in hit
padded coat.
The Treatment Is to Accomplish
What Science Has Been Strug-
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The interne interest that haa been mani*
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