The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-09-08
Mr.. Barnes, American
SEQUEL TO "MR. BARNES OF NEW YORK"

4 Bellacoscia, as everyone who has ever
been in Corsica has. but he cannot re-
strain a smile at the girls fervid SYM
pathy for bandits.
All this has been said as they hur-
ried through the dust and sun for three
more miles. They enter the village Of
Guagno. There is no way of avoiding
the hamlet II stands almost at the
entrance of the deep gorge between the
two great mountainS-besides the pom
les need rest.
ut would be better If we were not
seen here" suggests Marina, though
the inn looks comfortable
| And you must both rest and eat"
remarks Barnes, who has noticed that
his fragile companion, unaccustomed to
the severe exercise of horseback travel
in the hot sun and sitting dust, is
somewhat fatigued.
| They ride up to the auberge, dis
mount and give their ponies to the
care OF a Corsican boy, who leads
them away.
Entering, they are met by the To-
Quacious landlord, who tells them, as
they demand a hurried meal, that bust
ness is not very brisk, the season being
too early for many invalids at the
baths, besides all travellers are kept
j from the mountains beyond by fear of
/ Rochini and Romano.
May the curse of God rest on them
they spoil my business even down
here" says the hotel man savagely as
he goes to bring the food.
Il do not think you had better go
with me farther" remarks Barnes SER
iously.
What, stand back because a MUIR
derer threatens the way to Enid" cries
! Marina. Besides, you can shoot your
pistol"
Then may God curse me if I let
harm come to you for your devotion to
my wife," returns the American with
grateful eyes.
Then I'm safe" says the Corsican
girl, simply, who has supreme faith in
the deadly craftsmanship of her es-
i cort.
From the little garden outside, the
| conversation of two rustics drifts in to
them. One is apparently a local wool
buyer, the other a shepherd from the
neighboring mountain, who is bargain
ing with him for his shearing.
A moment later their host places the
| dinner in front of them. Here are
trout from our Liamone, a fitch of
moufflon killed on Rotondo and some
chianti made from the vines outside.
Real moufflOn, real chianti, besides
chestnuts from my own grover he re-
marks proudly, as he arranges their
knives and forks.
/ You have also a few visitors, / pre-
sumo, to eat them?" queries Marina,
| sympathetically.
"Oh, none today; there are not
enough invalids at the baths
the season is too early. Besides young
Saliceti didn't stop here with his party,
/ but hurried on three hours ago. Does
that young statesman expect to get
/ the vote of VincenzO, the landlord? Not
even a drink of wine did he buy. But
the reprobate has an eye for beauty if
not for political influence. A yellow
haired girl was with him, though his
! followers kept so close about her 1
| could not see her face. Gran Dio, if
Etheria, the black head, the daugh-
ter of the dead MOnaldi. who was shot
| by the soldiers, sees the yellow head
she will put dagger in her like her
| father did into poor Musso Danella
But 1 give you additional warning To-
i night you must stay in my inn. To-
ward the mountains there is another
| bandit, an extra one"
! AN extra banditv' Barnes opens his
| eyes.
How do you know that?" asks Ma
rina.
How? Why, even the accused Ro-
I
and sieze women, never steal from me-
who fearing their knives give them
wine and warning of the gendarmes;
| but this new fellow sneaks down at
| night and eats my chickens. May Sa-
/ tan take him, he has the appetite of a
/ table dhoteW
| Nevertheless, we must risk the I'M
| professional chicken thief and go to
the mountains" says Marina, deter
minedly, as she goes away attended
by mine host, to make preparations for
her departure.
| Barnes, having five minutes for
! whiff, produces his cigar case, and ut
| tiers an eXecration-in his haste and
anxiety he has brought no supply with
| him and has only one Havana left
but some words entering from the two
rustics amid the vines of the garden
outside, cause him to forget even his
last cigar.
Their trade being closed, they are
now discussing local news. ''Diavolo,"
remarks the wool trader. did you meet
young Sa1iceti on the road?"
Aye, that 1 did, three miles above
near the waterfall. To me he said:
Good Luigi, shall 1 have your vote for
Deputy That you WILL, said /, great
Saliceti, when you perform your oath
of vendetta against the Americana
who came to BOCOgnanO and by De
BellOc's soldiers killed the man who
would have been your father-in-law.'
Then 1 shall have it, he cried. Just
walt here for a couple of hours and
you'll see it done But I had to meet
you to sell my wool. besides 1 remem-
bered Rochinl and his murderous gun.
and so 1 came along"
''Cospetto, If Saliceti does it. he has
my vote also!'' cries the wool trader.
THE crafty politician must have the
Americana trapped somehow. 1t was
rumored that the devil fled with the
Englishman whom Mademoiselle Paou
welded, though he had slain her broth
er. Santos, may death come to a girl
who for lust betrays her race"
To this Barnes listens impatiently
but seriously. then spends the last mo-
ments of his cigar contemplating the
problem before him into which has en-
tered the strange complication of
politics. Barnes knows Corsica indif-
ferently well. He has been on the is
land twice and spent a month or so
hunting moufflon with the dead Dam
ella on the crags of the great noun
tains Rotondon and Del ORC, which