The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-09-22
MI. Barnes, American
A SEQUEL TO "MR BARNES OF NEW YORK"

would like you to see Corsican jus
tice," and at some words from him
| two or three of the young men having
left the hall on his errand, the hawk
eyed bandit continues: Besides, 1 fear
common report has done wrong TO the
lady of our town. Marina, child, step
here and make your friends love you
again.
To this time, she having stood in the
shadows of the rear and the lamplight
of the room being very dim in their
! excitement the concourse had not no
ticed her; but as Marina steps for
ward. some men turn away, a woman
whispers: 'Tis a pity the blood of
! Pasquale Paoli flows in her" and
young cavalier remarks: I'VE honoTed
your wedding, Madame Anstruther.
/ but then we did not know that you
/ had forgotten your oath of the ven
delta and were mating with the slayer
j of your brother"
"Gaspardor' cries Marina, with a
gasp of horror. my childhood's friend,
| how dare you say this lie?" and stag
/ gering onto the platform. and seeing
/ condemnation, horror and disgust in
the faces she had known from child
hood. the girl simply but with great
( nobility of manner, tells them how
I Musso Danella. inspired by devilish
| jealousy had turned the articles in
a dead mans trunk into evidence that
| the English officer whom she had
nursed to life in the Egyptian hospi-
| tails and whom she loved with her
whole heart, was the principal in the
duel at Ajaccio, the man who had
slain her brother. The tears are cours-
| ing down her cheeks. her mobile feat
ures are quivering, but her eyes are
flashing as she cries: Know you Ma
rina Paoli so little as not TO know
that the one thing that could stay the
/ vendetta in her was the death of the
man against whom she had taken its
/ solemn oath? But he was killed by
the Egyptians beneath the guns of AL
eXandria! What else would take him
/ from my vengeance save the hand of
! GoG2 Am ! not CorSican as well as
| YOU? Then why not wish me joy of
my wedding a noble gentleman who
will come among you and be one Of
you!
'Afisericorder' she signs. must a
daughter of PaOH's beg your love-and
not receive it2" Her white arms are
/ imploring.
The beauty of the suppliant, with
the blood of the great Corsican patriot
flowing in her veins. touches their pas
sionate hearts. A lady from the little
balcony Selling some of the cyclamen
decoTa tons. throws the flowers all
4 over her. and her cOmpatriots whose
/ faces had been sold ID her. fly around
embrace her and beg her to forgive
them.
But there is one I will not forgive
cries the girl sternly; this Saliceti,
Bernardo. who had known me in my
youth. who spread these reports all
over the mountains that I have dis
graced my very womanhood in giving
myself TO my brothers murderer"
"A bas Saliceti!' yells a sheep far
meT from the valley.
!, 'DemOnios. his life have dishOnored
our racer growls a goatherd from the
slopes of La Pfntica.
Leave him to US" says BonelH
Il calmly; his hawks eyes are fixed un-
pleasantly on the candidate, who with
muttered anathemas is edging from the
platform.
With this, Corsica's favorite bandit
4 commands sternly: Men of Rocog-
nanO, no one of you will cast your bal
lot at the polls for this politician who
has disgraced our village. Otherwise
you will hear from me. You remember
how right there by his ballot box 1
bound in his official chair our rascal
mayor who had issued marked ballots.
and then when you came in to deposit
them in the official voting urn, prfCked
by my stiletto. Signore Mayor was
compelled to implOTe you all 10 tear
up the marked ballots and vote
against him. You will vote this time
for SignOre Ambrose Luciano. the
cigarette-smOking statesman from
Ajaccio, who begs your SURFACES. He
may be a greater fool, but he is not
so great a rascal as our fellow towns
man. Don't you even dare vote for
yOurselfr' he cries, as the abashed Sa-
liceti flies from the room pursued by
jeers and eXecratiOns and even the
tauntS of his own sweetheart. who is
still clasped i'm old Tomasso's arms.
Now, reparation to you. Signore
Barnes. the only one we can make.
We will bear you in honor TO Marina's
home, where your bride now awaits
you. Your wedding fete was post
poned in Nice. 1 understand" the grim
man smiles slightly. I'VE will give
you in Bocognano a nuptial process
sion 10 bride whose lips are as IN
/ sullied as when she made vows to
you"
So, attended by the whole of the
Bellacoscia and many girls, who have
pulled down the floral ornaments of
the communal room, waving the flow
ers about him, and young men shoot
ing off their guns in his honor. Barnes
with Marina on his arm. is escorted be-
meath the lantern lighted chestnut
IACC9 az tic OIu MANSION the P2Qi1S.
| As they pass along the main street
| a girl comes running from the teIe-
graph office and places an envelope in
Marina's hand. After glancing at If.
a wild elatiOn is in the young wife's
face She whispers some hurried di-
reetions to old TOmasso. and tripping
to Barnes side her step is as buoyant
as his.
The American, walking very fast and
| thinking of Enid, scarce notices 1t.
They are soon at the doors of the
country house which are being thrown
open by some of Marina's old servants.
| The great bandit bows and saws
/ laughingly:
| GU seem to be in hurry, Signore
Your meeting with your abducted bride
should be a private one. I do not Won
der at your eagerness." Barnes. has
already turned to the house. MY
young men who conducted your lady
from Salicetis tell me she is of most
marvellous beauty, though somewhat
overcome by fatigue and anxiety for