The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1902-10-09

of utter content and placid happiness
"Mutterellii" I said in whisper.
which was all the voice L could raise
Mutterelli laid down his knife and
came toward me-
You called, signor,' he said
where is the monk?'' L asked
Mutterelli put his finger to his lips
You are not to talk, signor, he
said. BE patient, and when you are
stronger we will speak of it. You
have been very ill, signor-'
How long have I been in the grot-
to. Mutterelli?" 1 asked +
Sixteen days, signor-
L sank back on my fur couch, over
come by a sense of weakness and ut
ter help1essnesS- Sixteen daySt And
it seemed as though it was but an
hour since the monk had carried me
into the grotto, and had set about
dressing my wound And the change
from the monk to Mutterelli was
strange, so unexpected Yet Mutter-
ELI was calm, and seemed perfectly
at home in this strange place
When he had replied to my last
question he offered me glass of wine,
which 1 drank. Then he turned and
walked out of the grotto. l remem-
hered that he had done this when
first saw and recognized him, and
realized that this was his method of
enforcing silence. So alone 1 lay, and
of circumstances had led Mutterelli
to the grotto.
In about an hour MuttereIli re-
turned.
He slowly rolled cigarette in his
fingers and lighted it, drew a stool
near my bed and sat down
How do you feel, signor2" he
asked.
Il feel much better" I replied.
Mutterelli was evidently going to
begin.
You have been very sick, signor,"
he said finally. 1T is now sixteen
days since you came here"
Yes I replied; $50 you told me
before. But how many days is it
since you came here?"
Sixteen, signor,' he replied calm
You followed me2"
Yes, signor. I was told where to
find YOU
Then my hiding place is Known
I said
Yes, signor. Your hiding place is
known to me and to the monk who
brought you here. That is ALL
And you saw the monk? You must
have seen him, for he only could tell
you where to find me-
Yes, signor, 1 saw the monk. He
is a good monk, signor. L alone in
Sardinia have his confidence. The
monk and / belong to the same secret
society, signor, though L am but a
poor member. See, signor?''
What is his name, Muttere1li?'
He is Brother Mich e1, signor, OF
the Order of Jesuits. He is high in
favor with the general of the order,
signor, and travels much, doing mis-
sionary work.
The exertion of talking had been
severe and L felt that 1 must stop.
You are weary, signor," said Nut
terelli You have talked too much.
You must rest. 1 will leave you"
He sauntered toward the entrance
long enough to twist the end of an
disappeared through the marble arch.
1 lay back on my furs, wondering
There was, in my mind, a vague yet
rapidly growing conviction that Nut
terelii and the monk were one and
the same. The timely meeting be-
tween the monk and Mutterelli; the
implicit confidence which the monk
reposed in Mutterelli, who, 1 knew.
had a price-al1 these things, as
thought them over, convinced me that
Mutterelli was Brother Michael and
Brother Michael was Mutterel1i. So
far he had done well. But how was
I ever to get away from Sardinia, and
how was I going to continue my eff
forts to restore Nita Barlotti to the
sphere in life to which 1 knew she
belonged?
(To be continued.)