The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-10-06
Mr.. Barnes, American
SEQUEL TO "MR. BARNES OF NEW YORK"

Monsieur Static is about TO offer
them rooms when they both suddenly
question him and learn to their con-
Germ that no lady has arrived from
the interior this day at his hotel.
she is drawn by two horses driven
by an old Corsican with a beard sew
eral weeks DID," says Barnes.
1T doesn't matter how she was
driven; no lady has arrived here, gen.
tlemen.''
Then Marina must have gone to in
quire at the steamer offices as to when
I'll arrive" cries Edwin.
Mon Dieur' calculates old Mon
sieur State, his eyes lighting up.
you are the young English naval Off
Ger 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
should have heard OF it. Everybody
here honors the name of Paoli-and
your sweet spouse is very much loved
for her own dear self.
Despite Monsieur States assertions,
the two young men stride out of his
hotel, and though desperately ia
tigued, make inquiries at the offices
of the Fraissinet and the Florio Rubal-
LIMO companies. but no lady asking for
arriving boats has been there, at all
events, none answering Marina's de-
scription.
She may be on the quay waiting
for me-" suggests Edwin. anxiously. So
the two patrol the landing place, where
the sea air doesn't seem to elevate the
sailors spirits. He looks disconsolate-
ly at the statue of Napoleon and NUT
tiers: Hang 1t, she hasn't hove in
sight" then gasps in frightened tone:
MY Lord, if anything has happened
to her,
I'VE may have passed her on the
road" remarks Barnes sympathetical-
ly, his anguish making him feel for his
companion. 'We'n give her two hours
to come in and overtake us-tWO hours
of rest" the poor fellow stretches his
limbs YEARLY. I'm flesh and blood,
tains all yesterday, as l did.
But Edwin, being unaccustomed to
horseback exercise, though wiry
enough upon the ships deck, is stiff
and sore. Compelled from very IA
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 alb
normally frightened by anxiety give
the lie to any appearance of lightness.
Anstruther is even more worried
than beforehand now as the day draws
on, without his wife appearing, 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?"
1--WE must take the back track. a"
says the American. I'VE rode too rap
idly this morning. thinking Marina
was just ahead of US, for a critical in
vestigation."
Get under way" answers the lieu
tenant, and the two ride out of Bastia,
making inquiries at every village and
learning nothing.
In fact, the peasants, as they get
nearer Pontealla-Lecchia, are too
much excited over the election of the
morrow to talk about much else. 'Vot-
ing day is to be enlivened by a race
riot of the Lucchese,'' says one whom
Barnes is questioning on the highway
just where the Morosaglia road leaves
it leading to the Tuscan sea. 1T broke
out strong today at Cervione and
Orezza. Even the chestnut woods of
Castagniccia didn't escape. If those
Italian brutes come up here tomorrow,
we are. ready for them" He pats
caressingly a long gun slung over his
shoulder.
Edwin has dismounted and is SLOUGH
ing morOsely about the road to ease his
tortured legs
why don't they wipe out these mu-
tlnous Lucchese?" says the officer in
quarterback 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 1 can find no
trace of your loved one or of mine"
adds Barnes, almost despairingly, as
they ride along the road, their inqui-
rleS growing more close and persistent
till they reach Corte.
Here, absolutely worn out, the two
men turn from the Hotel Paoli and
go into the Hotel Pierracci. Her old
name on the other house drives me
distracted" mutters Edwin, tears COM
ing into his eyes.
Together, disconsolately, the Door fell
lows force themselves to try to eat.
The election excitement is growing
higher, a brass band comes past, at its
head placard Vote for Salicetir' and
Barnes crashes his teeth.
-Ddt LlllS, lie Gu
riOusly says suddenly: "Anstruther,
you've got flower in your button
hole"
"Oh. yes. / was so miserable l hardly
knew what / was doing. l 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
flower where you picked it up?" asks
the American suddenly.
No, l think not. / don't believe
there was a shrub of any kind within
hundred feet of it. Why do you
ask?" for the others tone is excited.
why. because that's the cyclamen
flower. one of the kind of which Marina
bore whole branches in her carriage.
Was there a branch attached to it?"
Il think there was. Hang 1T. I re-
member. I pulled ii off. I-what are
you driving at?''
Well could that, flower have been
dropped at the entrance of the Moro
saglia road with design by your wife
out of her carriage?"
The English seaman gasps for breath,
but tired as he is and stiff as ne is he
staggers up and says hurriedly:
Gomez and the two, through the