The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-10-06

So he and Edwin walk their horses
up to the junction of the Morosaglia
road.
did you find that flower here?" he
asks Edwin.
Yes, pretty well toward the middle
of the path"
Though the moon has Just risen, they
can ind no more cyclamen blossoms
and here sudden complication con-
fronts them. Another road leading to-
ward the northwest and running to
Noveila, Belgodere and the lie Rouse
| also leaves the Bastia road at the
| same point.
1T is just as probable that Marinas
course was directed toward the north
west as toward the east. In fact. it is
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 1 the 9TH
err"
So it is arranged that Barnes
| takes the road toward the
lie Rouse, and Edwin follows the path
leading to the east toward MOrosaglia
IF 1 find no more of these flowers
going toward the northwest, I'll return
here and follow you,' remarks Bur-
ton.
|
| American, desperately fatigued and
nightly sleepy, joys his steed in the
direction of lie Rouse, twenty miles TO
| the northwest. In the moonlight. the
/ distracted man, though he dismounts
often, discovers no cyclamen flowers
| lying in the road. But as the road has
been somewhat Travelled. branches may
have been brushed aside by the feet of
| mules and horses: he makes inquiries.
n Ii.
that lady driving two horses passed
ten hours ago. So he doggedly keeps
on, hoping to find some of the flowers
that may indicate he is following Ma
rina.
It's the only clue 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 Belgodera in the
early morning the lady with the two
horses becomes a woman dragging two
donkeys to Isola Rosa for the use of
tourists; and learning from the inn
| keeper that no carriage has PASSED
| through, exhausted, worn out ana dis
appointed, even Barnes succumbs 10
nature. He has been forty-eigh: hours
under Roadway, thirty Of these on
horseback and eight of them climbing
precipices; and despite despair and anx-
/
of utter exhaustion.
1t is late when he opens his eyes
again and with start wonders where
he is He looks over the brilliant
mountains. he sees the vines and only a
few miles away, the waters beside
which stands Isola Rosa. The inn
keeper says 'Breakfaat, S1gnora," and
serves MIN with crabs AMI Holsters
from the Gulf of Florence. Mine hosts
little daughter places bouquet Of wild
| flowers on the table. In it CLEANS the
red cyclamen. Barnes remembers and
orders 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 l 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 stolen bride?''
The night before, Edwin, turning to
the east, begins to climb the awful hill
leading to the Morosa glia- 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 ut
terS 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 over
hanging bough, only beech and Larric-
clio frs being near him, he knows cyc,a-
men flowers are very common in the
island, and the little barefooted boys
and girls sometimes carry them in their
hands
For a moment his spirits are some
what heightened, but as his horse con-
tinues to climb the terrible path, think
ing of his own lost one he grows
gloomy; the mountains that border his
way seem giant spectres logging him.
Then of a sudden the great moon shoots
up and the clustering peaks sparkle like
dazzling jewels-the Assoc. a yellow to-
paz, distant Rotondo a blue diamond
and Spolasca a red, flaming ruby. Hope
springs uD in him.
out a cliff shuts out these iridescent
peaks, and he passes into the macchia,
its dense Shrubbery casting shadows on
the dimly lighted path.
In the group of hamlets on the hill
sides called Morosaglia, 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,
trail leading to the north, the other
and broader one pointing east toward
the Tucsan sea. Along the latter cy-
clamen branches have been dropped
several times in a short hundred yards.
Their number is significant, they have
been strewn quite continuously from the
forks of the road. My darling's mes
sage to NE" murmurs Anstruther, and
rides as hastily as his tired though why
little horse will take him.
But the road is execrable, often very
precipitous, and, when not soft with
mud, full of boulders and sharp rocks
Forty-eight continuous, racking hours
of unremitting anxiety, twenty-four of
which have been spent in the saddle,
to which the sailor is unaccustomed,
have told upon him. Though stiff in
every limb and sore in every joint he
finds himself nodding in his saddle
Once he nearly falls from 1t as his
WORKOUT horse stun bles over a bout
der But the branches of the sweet
smelling pJsies he still encounters on
the trail hurry him I'D hill and down
hill, over running mountain streams,
through wooded wales. Yet at last Ma
ture must have its meed-despite all eff
forts of the rider his head droops and
his figure becomes lax in the saddle
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