The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-12-05
creant that had stolen her from him; he

creant that hnd stolen her from him; he
must kill them both!
Patience, though-the Order of the
Malta had taught him to be cautious
and deliberate in his movements when
seeking revenge.
The summer was waning; it was the
tag end OF the season when he and Gil.
81 found themselves at Atlantic City.
There Lorenzo Riccadonnn with his
wife and piano-organ were the first they
met with.
The information he thirsted for was
his at last.
Lorenzo had seen Teresa in Philadel.
phia. She was living there, he said, but
the man she was with was not Ameri.
cano; he was Italiano, a rich restaurant
keeper who kept pensione in New
York as well as Philadelphia. He did
not know the number of the house, but
he gave Antonio the name of the street.
Trovato!
Dispatch, lest they escape him!
In three hours time he and Gigi were
in Philadelphia. At last they found the
street. The music of his organ would
bring her to the window, he hoped.
He ratified of his repertoire block
after block, but the faces he and Gigi
saw were all strange and unfamiliar.
He had pulled his hat well down over
his eyes to avoid recognition; and a.
for Gigi, he was disguised in an entire.
ly new uniform. .. "a, s.
He was in the midst of the intermezzc
from the "Cavalleria" when a familiu,
form appeared ut the second-story win.
dow of a small red brick house.
Presto! the face was turned town RI
him. In the gathering twilight the fea.
lures were indistinct; he strained sis
eyes; his hat brim bothered him, but.
yes, it was she! Trovato! it was Teresa!
All! but what change from the yirl
of the Bend! She was no longer tie
simple. laughing little flower girl, out
heavy, dull-eyed, painted creature,
adorned with cheap and fiashy jewelry
and clad in n silk gown Of startling red
She leaned indolently out of the win.
dow and whistled to the monkey.
Antonio was now playing in galoE
time, his excitement was SO intense
GIgi had begun to climb the water.
spout of the quaint little house and was
nearing the woman at the window
Would she recognize the monkey, and,
thus warned, escape him? was An.
tonio's one thought
Gigi had reached the window sill and
was gravely saluting his former mist.
tress. Antonio did not dare look up al
the two, but ground away with his eyes
fixed on the cobblestones, mechanically
jerking at Gigi's rope.
Diavolo! lie glanced up in surprise;
the cord had suddenly grown very slack,
Che! Both the woman and monkey
were gone from the window!
He pulled hard on the rope; it came
tumbling to the ground with no monk ~
attached to it. What had become of the
two?
Was she going to steal his "monk. Il
his beloved Gigi?
Had she recognized him? She was
going to escape with him and cheat his
master of his revenge.
The monk" was off the string! Die
milo! but he must recover Gigi at any
cost. He leaned his organ against .be
area railing and rushed madly through
the open basement door.
A huge negress tried to bar his way,
but he cast her aside with an oath and
plunged on through the dark hallway
in search of the stairs. He reached The
first landing. There was n door, wide
open, leading into court in the rear;
from the court ran narrow alley, con.
Meeting with the adjoining street. The
house had both an entrance and exit
leading into different streets.
Santa Maria! she had escaped him!
He dashed On upstairs and threw his
weight against the door of the front
room. 1t swung open to the vigorous
push of his shoulder and he went
sprawling on the floor.
The room was deserted!
Slowly the door swung back on its
hinges
hh' "hoV wac thdt-tuCIC! Cte,
transfiXed to the inside panel of the
door, n long, keen, shining stiletto
driven through it, it's little arms and
legs extended in a last agonized con.
vulsion-what was it? Look again, An
tonic, at the thing nailed to the door as
if crucified, with the life blood slowly
ebbing from it and forming a dark pool
on the carpet below.
"Traitoress!" he shrieked, in Italian,
staggering toward it with outstretched
hands. Pinned to the breast by The
blade was a scrap Of paper on which had
been hastily scrawlcd in Italian: IF
you dare to follow me l will treat you
as have treated your monkey"
When the policeman, who had been
summoned to arrest the crazy organ
grinder, opened the door of the little
second-story front room he found a
dead man and dead monkey. But the
stiletto was no longer in the monkeys
body; it was up to the hilt in the mans
heart, and the writing on the paper
was quite Observation-Disclosures Magazine.
Emergency Chest.
Take six of the two by three-inch
slide boxes that druggists use to put