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Slightly before this. Marina had been
sitting on the long veranda of the Cor
sican faram house, the lighted lamps
placing some tinges of ruby in her dark
brown hair and giving color to the light
semi-mediaeVal costume that enhances
her loneliness, for the heat being great
and her dress of the journey dusty
from the road, the count has found.
rummaging over some antique finery
in the ancient house, an old summary
Corsican robe of sheer muslins and
some Venetian lace for the decking
of his lady guest" as he now calls
her.
The faint yet delicious music of her
native land rising to her from the sea
takes the young COrsican -lady's mind
to romance. Her southern heart is
signing for her husband-the song from
the boat is an old-time heroic ballad of
a woman's sacrifice for the bandit she
adores-how, to save her fugitive low
er from capture by gendarmes, she has
given herself to the arms of a briga-
der, then slain herself and him. Ma
rina's glorious eyes are full of tears.
In her hnnd is a cyclamen flower
plucked from a shrub beside the ball
ustrade, and the crimson of the bloom
vies with the bushes on her cheeks, for
she is thinking: Are the flower
branches bringing Edwin nearer my
arms?"
Quietly entering from the house, Clip
riano Danella, costumed in the old
time, romantic Corsican garb, gazes
upon the graces of the exquisite girl
outlined by the light costume. for, only
thinking of her coming husband, Ma
rina is in careless attitude and the
short skirts display ankles and feet of
faultless proportions Noting the glo-
riesi of her changing face in which ro-
nance is heightened by ideal love,
Cipriano mutters to himself: There
must be some faint in this Danelia
blood of mine which makes it riotous.
Diable, to this woman to whom
SHOULD give death for my brother S
assassination, | give frenzied passion.
But 1 have thought it out. 'Tis accu-
rate as an equation. The more she
loves this husband of hers, the more
certain her beauty is mine, Per Cupi-
don. our little nuptial supper is in that
very ROOM" The elatiOn of anatOry
triumph inf1ames him.
The eagerness of his glance draws
Mrs. Anstruther's eyes to him. She
looks up and says: "Ah, Count Cipri-
ano, it was very noble of you, who
had feared would hate me, to rescue
me from the 'Lucchese.' At your ad-
vice, nave rested mere, Out tomorrow,
Notwithstanding the romantic serenade
you have provided for me, / must go
on to Bastia.'
"Oh, yes, to Bastia," murmurs the
count softly. and stepping nearer, says
suavely, though there is a weird sug-
gestion in his voice that somewhat dis
quiets the lady: We are alone here in
my old farm house, only old Martha
the cook, who, far away, will snore
till dawn, and my nephew, Count En-
rico
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! bling the little blue roan'S nose, she
came out-still without a word-to
watch her mother, who with pale face
and shaking hands vase carefully
sweeping up the dust and gravel upon
the white floor of the front room.
mo. you can't come into my house. -
The declaration was made clamly,
though Lydia's heart seemed tearing
itself to pieces in her side, and her
throat closed upon every word she tried
to utter. She stood, small and slim, in
her little doorway, one hand clutched
on either side its facing.
Have you traced any murderer to
my placer she demanded. 'Or do
you see anything that looks as though
l had a murderer concealed?"
mo, we haven't-and we don't" be-
gan one man, but another cut him
short.
The law" this fellow clustered.
Thereupon Lydia fixed her eyes on him
and made answer with the question:
1.-THE law. Mr.. Clark? Are you men a
sheriff's posse? Have you a war
rant?''
They mad no warrant; this she knew.
Had she been a man her plan might
have held good, and it might have
failed. But she had counted-and the
result justified her-upon their re-
luctance to lay fOrcible hands on an
unprotected woman, TO break into her
house and search it, with no legal au-
thOrity.
They drew back and consulted
among themselves. Presently Clark
rode forward to announce: I'VE take
it you've got that man here, hid Or
or as good as that. If a warrants
what's needed why we'll get a war
rant. tn take six or seven hours to
do it, and Grafton he'll stay and stand
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Broughton was on his feet instantly.
Lydia flew to the side window. How
many, dear?" she questioned softly.
''One-tWO-three, and-and-there' S
five. They're riding very slow, and
going off sideways sometimes, but
they're coming up the canyon"
The two pale young faces confronted
each other for a moment. "A cul de
sac." whispered Broughton. mo way
out" His eyes Travelled desperately
about the room, the dooryard, all the
nearer environment mo possible way
to hide me-and, my God, there's Blue
Jim-he'd tell the story even if you
could hide me-"
But Lydia's was that more stubborn
courage which women evince. The look
upon her face was strange and held his
eyes. Suddenly she turned to him.
lis he your own pony? Will he mind
ydu?" she demanded.
Instantly Broughton whistled softly,
when the tough little blue Foan-a, typi-
cal COW pony of the better sort-lifted
his head and trotted up to his master
standing in the doorway
Broughton'S dark eyes questioned
Lydia from a very white face, as he
paused with the pony's nose against
his breast.
Intake him in" she painted, ges-
turing passionately with both uplifted
hands. And she watched with suspend
ed breath while he led the unresisting
pony across her immaculate floor.
He had obeyed her instantly, unhesi-
tatingly. Now again his glance in
quired of her. She was past words. She
only pointed to the tiny kitchen; and
into it man and pony fastened. the
small, unshod 'hOofs making a curious
hollow Gathering on the wooden floor.
Once more at the door Lydia, called
The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-10-13
BY ARCHIBALD CLAVERING GUNTER,
Author of Mr.. Potter of Texas" etc.
Copyright. 1907. by Dodd. Mead.& Co.
Mr.. Barnes, American
A SEQUEL TO "MR. BARNES OF NEW YORK."

wild-flowers. AS he rides along exam
lining it he calculates: This is very
extraordinary. This branch, which
supposed Marina dropped out of the
carriage yesterday, was certainly cut
this very morning"
Suspicion flashes through him as he
questions: Can these flowers have
been strewn in the road by Cipriano's
agents to lead some one on?" and what
had been no warning to the easy-goine
sailor becomes II danger signal to the
man OF the world.
Yet. twist it how he will, Barnes can
see no reason why Danella should want
anyone near him save Marina. If the
Corsican's passion for that young lady
Is what he thinks 1t is, he will prefer
a free hand to deal with her alone
And vet it is evident somebody want
ed somebody to follow this cyclamer
trail and whether somebody wants il
or not, l am here anyway" thinks the
American grimly. And thanks to the
divine OreZza water, / am rather fit
for fighting" Then carefully eXamin-
ing his revolver. the pistol shot re-
marks: And that's fit also, thank
God"
With this, resolutely but more cir
cumspectly, Mr.. Barnes continues his
way over the path marked by the cy-
clamen branches. 1t is dusk when he
passes Petra, fortunately avoiding any
trouble in its streets, though there is
much wine flowing and rioting in the
little hamlet, the "Lucchese" being still
in force.
By the time he has come out on the
hills looking down toward the Tuscan
sea, it is very dark. There is no moon
yet. but the light from the lone watch
tower attracts him. The cyclamen flow
ers he occasionally picks up make him
know this is the road Anstruther must
have Travelled.
Suddenly but quietly, he turns his
horse from the path, and in the seclu-
sion of thicket of wild grapes listens
Some dozen men are coming from the
east; he hears one of them growl:
why, there's no Lucchese' nearer
than Petra to fight, though the Count
ordered every man about the farm to
so out and protect the vines from
them"
"WeH there's some good reason for
osJro Cipriano's orders. Perchance
the italian laborers in the Green Orezza
quarry have risen up" adds another.
Perhaps with the lady he wishes not
TO be disturbed" giggles third. THE
count has musicians in boat off the
shore"
The men have no sooner passed than
Barnes starts quickly down the road
The lady" he guesses. means either
Marina or his own bride, though of the
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last he has slight hope. A subdued
light from the town guides him in the
darkness.
But when he is within less than a
hundred yards of the building, mis-
horse, with a sudden snort of terror
draws UP right in the pathe crouching
on his launches, and Barnes, peering
over his steed's head, gaZes into the
deep chasm that descends sheer to the
very sea. Springing from his trembling
horse, the American finds that the
bridge, which is a light swinging one
not over thirty feet in length, has been
swung to the other side.
The scent of a fresh cyclamen bloom
enters his nostrils. He looks at the re-
moved bridge and remarks acutely:
It's evident Cipriano has got on the
other side the person he wished to fol-
low these flowers"
So Barnes gaZes across the chasm he
cannot pass. The night being very still
he hears over the soft murmur of the
waves beneath him the sweet romantic
music of Corsica rising from a boat
'Tis the playing of stringed instruments
accompanying a sweet native love song.
each stanza ending in that curious pro-
longed note peculiar to these island
ditties.
What the deuce is that bizarre
crafty devils game ?" wonders the
American. Then he hears voices from
the low Corsican house. Beyond the
crevice he sees Martha in white robe
amid the lights and flowers OF the We
randa. Her sweet tones are scarcely
audible. Then Danella's voice reaches
him family in the soft night air.
He begins to understand, and NUT
ters: Good Cod"
After a little a cry of love, yet de-
spair. rends the heavens from the
tower. 1t is Anstruther's 'Tis min
gled with a woman's shrek for mercy.
My husbandr' in Marinas voice.
Next Barnes hears Ciprianos suave,
triumphant laugh, and he mutters:
My God, for a pistol it's a fearfully
long shot, but it's the only way"
He examines carefully. his revolver,
judges the wind. which is fortunately
very languid. Hastily he selects a
spot with a good line of sight and
stands waiting-waiting for the chance:
for intervening vines trouble him, and
the foliage of great orange tree,
standing alone in the garden midway
between the house and the turret, jum-
bles the light, which is only the faint
sheen of the rising moon, and Mr..
Barnes now knows that in very little
time he must shoot quick as lightning
and straight as a bees fight. to save
a mans life or Woman's honor from
a being subtle as Machiavelli and re-
morseless as Beeizebub.
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81 haven't seen him." remarks the
girl uneasily.
"Parbleu, you did once, the gentle
man with the scar upon his face, the
one who delivered the letter that
caused your nerves to jump in the Mar
settles railroad station. Even now his
name seems to have an i'll effect upon
you" for Marina has started up, and
the f1uttering of her light skirts shows
her limbs are trembling.
Mia Madre, was he the mann" she
shudders. And was it you who penned
t?" Then some divination entering
her mind, she implores pathetically
Holy Virgin, no harm has come to
Edwin? Have I not kept the cruel
pact? Have 1 not deserted my dear
husband? 1t was the promise of that
awful letter that no evil should come
to Edwin if 1 left his arms"
"Ah, but you intended to return to
them, bella mia" smiles the gentleman
The young wife scarcely heeds the in
situation of the subtle italian term
but stammers confused: why do you
think that?"
Ma fol, you were journeying TO Bas-
tia to meet your husband. lured there
by a telegram 1 directed to be sent to
you from that place" whispers the
count significantly.
THE telegram was false? Edwin is
not in Corsica? Edwin is safe? Ma
DIRE di Do / thank thee" Marina's
voice rings with a hope that produces
supreme joy in Cipriano's occult
mind.
This lady upon whom he has set his
fervid heart, is courage personified as
regards her own safety, but the great
love she bears this Englishman makes
her timid for him. 'Tis Daneila's plan
to use for it's own destruction this gen.
erous and mighty love.
That's what / wish to discuss with
you," he observes quietly, gazing upon
face to which each wave of passion
adds such loveliness that he cannot
restrain the monstrous proposition on
his tongue 1t breaks forth. MY poor
brother loved you, but you gave him
DEATH" he whispers passionately. 81
love you, but. per Baccho. you will not
give me death-but love"
Love? impossible" Marina starts
from him wildly; then scorn coming
to her eyes and voice, remarks haugh-
tilv: You are speaking to a welded
wife, monsieur"
Not legally welded, l have hopes.
NV brother, poor Musso. perchance by
his Iips in private gave his consent to
your nuptials, but of that / have no
proof. There is no written document.
You are still child-but twenty-ac-
cording to the French law, you cannot
wed without the consent of your guard
ian for several years. Anstruther, in
his careless English way, thought not
of it; you were too eager for his WOO
ing to note the omission. By my poor
brothers death, his authority as your
guardian passes to me-"
'Pish, l was welded in Mussos very
presence" answers the girl. proudly;
then cries: II am Edward Gerard An
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]. B. cattle to them. When the day OF
payment came around they sent for me
That was yesterday afternoon. 1 rode
over there without thought that there
was anything amiss.''
1.-The Fetridges-and you went alone
Surely you haven't lived in this part OF
New Mexico long," Lydia said earnest
ly, leaning forward.
No; 1 came in with my bunch OF
cattle only six months ago, and scripped
this ranch ] afterward sold to the Fee
tridges. Well, when 1 stepped to the
door-the door of my own house, re-
member-and raised my hand to knock
upon it, bullet ripped past me, tore
a piece from my hat brim as 1t went
and buried itself In the wood. There
were three people shooting at me before
the thing was over, and how under
heaven 1 managed to get out my gun
kill one of them, and get away with
only these slight wounds, / can't i'm
agine.
And who is it that is on your trail
now?" questioned Lydia.
It's the Fetridges themselves, and
Bill F'orbes-you know he's a deputy
sheriff"
He is now; but he's been one of the
Fetridge gang ever since I've been
here" said Lydia. Then she went on
soliciously, land where shall you'd
you think they wiIl-what do you in
tend"
"They are after me not to take me
but TO kill me. They know I'm dis
abled and without a weapon. dropped
my pistol as got onto Blue Jim. Have
you any sort of gum" and he glanced
about the peaceful little room.
She shook her head regretfully.
He sighed. They don't want to see
me in a court of law-nor in Sheriff
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struther's wife. by the church and by
my love"
"Ohime, tits a. pity; you compel me
to make you his widow"
'Misericorde, Edwin's widow At
that awful word, Marina shudders and
sinks overcome into a chair.
Listen to me-" Cipriano's voice is
deep with menace, yet soft with pas
sion. "On the further cliff down the
coast are quarries of dazzling hued
green Orezza marble that is taken from
! this island to deck palaces"
"Orezza marble, what has that to do
with Edwin's life?" salt SCOTS the girl.
But it may have something to do
with his DEATH" observes Daneila. For
the blasting of the rock is used much
dynamite. 1 have robbed the quarries
and have mined the base Of yonder
turret with the explosive. In 1t are
three men; one, old Tomasso, whose
knife entered my brothers heart; the
other, an American detective who has
placed his Yankee nose into this VEN
delta, unfortunately for himself. En-
DRY is in that turret. You Will give
something for these mems lives?'
For Emory and dear old Tomasso?
ertainly-anything in reason" The
lovely eyes are filed with a strange
alarm.
"Ah, but 1t must not be in reason
it must be in a passion as exalted as
my own-for you. When l direct my
nephew, who is bound to me not only
by ties of blood, but of gratitude, and
who is inf1amed- against you all by his
oath of vendetta for the muir
dered Musso, he will light the fuse
leading to the mine, and puff!-that
tower, with every man who's in it,
goes into the air."
Murderer shudders Marina, who
has listened astounded.
"Ah, you have sympathy for these
poor fellows, That is well: l shall love
you more for your tender heart" con-
tinues Cipriano softly.
But the law." half screams the lady.
"Pah-in Corsica-in a vendetta. Be
sides, the blown-up tower will be
thought but another outrage of the
rioting 'Lucchese.' Oh, this is no
worse than dagger thrusts or blows
from bullets which always come in a
blood feud. And IN that mined turret,
Ciprianos voice is low but terrible,
there is another man, who following
the cyclamen flowers you dropped in
the road and a few more we added to
lead him into that fatal tower"
Edwin" Marina's limbs hardly up
hold her
1.-The man you foolishly call hus-
band" The finger of the suave wooer
points to the turret's upper floor.
Then the game is on!
Her eyes following his gesture, a
shuddering cry, low, broken, despairing
yet full of tenderest love, issues from
the girls lips that have now become
white as death itself: Edwin, my
husband-my flowers brought you to
this-following for love of me"
He is caught like a rat in my
trapl" smiles the count
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Some time after midday, Mr.. Barnes
in pursuit of Anstruther, reaches
Ponte-alla-L ecchia, where the people
are now crowding about the polling
house He doesn't stop here and con-
tsnues rapidly on, Notwithstanding the
sun is very hot, the dust is very heavy
AS he climbs the high hills toward
Morosaglia, he commences to find cy-
clamen flowers, quite faded now and
having but little perfume.
by Jove" he remarks, Il gave Ed
win the right path. / should have turn
ed back and followed him last night
not today"
This makes him hurry all the more,
and his horse is quite exhausted when
he descends the hill past the convent
and pauses at the little inn near the
famous waters of OreZza.
The American has heard of their Gu
rious powers, and asks for some, as he
gazes languidly on the communal of
the little village, around which the
men are still clustering.
The heat, has been tremendous: his
speed has been quite great; the hills
have been precipitous. Barnes face
is again covered with lines of fatigue.
This glorious OrezZa water will
make you new man." chats the land
lord pleasantly. ana never ndu the
wondrous youth-giving- chalybeate a
better patient to work upon, for as the
effervescent fluid, cold from the
springs of the mountains. flies down
the Americans throat, new power, new
vigor seem to enter each nerve, each
limb.
AS Burton mounts his Steed, the inn
keeper. taking his charge from him,
noting that the lines of fatigue have
left his customers face and his eyes
have become normal and brilliant,
saws: These are wondrous waters, are
they not? We only charge three ha'-
pence a drink. But" he adds, 'diaVolo,
they don't cure everything, though
some people think so. / said to gen.
ksIeman who was here yesterday; They
Mont take out that scar.
R.What kind of a SCARF" asks Barnes
ifdifferently.
"A scar over his left eyebrow. He'd
? be a pretty fellow without ii" Here the
innkeeper sets up a scream: Marvel
Gus. the water has made him craze.'
FOR Barnes has kicked the sides % Is
horse so vigorously that the animal is
bounding away at full speed.
4 II is now quite late in me afternoon.
He soon passes the che smut lands OF
Ia Castagniccia, still finding a few
faded cyclamen blooms 10 guide him on
his way. But now a little shock thrills
him. He checks his horse abruptly,
springs off and picks up o bunch of the
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Not without warning. wretch" She
would spring from the verandah and
run over to the base Of the tower and
call up to the man whose face she sees
outlined against the grillage of the up
per window through whose iron bars
he is struggling to force his way.
But Cipriano's strong hand clutches
her white arm; he pulls her back into
the seat and commands: Not until
you've heard my words. which may
save his lifei"
His life? Tell mel"
The soft, sweet melody of voices from
the sea relates woman's immolatiOn on
loves altar. And she, turning upon
him agonized eyes blazing with devo-
ton to her spouse, her white bosom
beating high above the laces of her
robe. her slender hands clenching and
writhing in her agony, her face, which
had been pallid as a death mask, grow
ing gradually redder and redder till it
flames, a volcano of a woman's shame,
listens.
Il have explained you are not legally
this mans spouse" Cipriano's voice is
trembling with desire. Become mfnei
I had purposed in Nice to give you a
very cruel death for what you had to
do with my brothers killing, but when
1 saw your beauties and knew that the
little child / had once seen had grown
into a Venus, but no marble one, TO
myself / said: 'COrpo di Baccho, tis
IN the blood of the Danellas TO love this
woman. l am enamoured of her as
poor dead Musso. IT'S a medieval idea:
instead of Staying her, I'll have re-
venge in winning her-against herself,
the wife-also against the husband"
Not against Edwin! You have no
cause of hate against him.
hxr
well as hate, He dares to call you
wife. Each moment my eye rests upon
you increases thy sweetness to me.
You are COrsican-so am mo foreign
er should stand between u.s.
Holy Virgin, you expect me TO love
you?" stammers the girl.
To this he answers with Machiavel-
liam subtlety: "Of course not now, but
that may come in time. At present you
love Edwin! Because of this devoted
love-tO save this gentleman you adore
you give yourself to me-"
At his hideous mathematics the girl
utters cry of horror.
IF you would save the life of this
Englishman whom 1 should dispatch by
my oath of the vendetta, at once your
kisses."
Would Edwin wish to live, his wife
untrue? Monster" Marina's face
blazes with shame.
"Oh, no, not monster; simply a man
who has gone crazy for thee. Under
stand, if you are mine, the man in that
tower lives. Tonight on the vessel that
is anchored here, I'll bear you away to
some far distant Isle of Greece"
MY husband would follow us for
everi"
Not if he knew you were faithless!
Continued on Page z.
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ministered to by the woman scarcely
more than a girl, the silent, big-eyed,
ingenious child. the situation pulled
hard at his lonely heart. Now, as he
looked about, the little woman-made,
woman-kept home, it's utter humbleness
humanized at every point by the gra-
cious feminine SOUL made powerful ap-
peal to John.
Briefly and simply he told his story.
at is Fetridge's crowd that is after me.
l sold my ranch house and a bunch of
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softly to the little girl Come down
darling; come down to mama"
The childs wonder was great-but
voiceless-at the sight of the pony IN
the kitchen. Docile little soul that she
was, bred amid those great silences
with no companionship but that of her
mother, used TO the strange thoughts
of child who is always alone with ma
ture, she eyed him mutely, and having
expressed her kindness and sympathy
by patting Broughton's hand and rub
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Gaylord's hands-Gaylord is a straight
man. They must have missed my trail
where / turned UP this canyon. But
they certainly can't be long now. /
must get Blue Jim and start on. Is
there a trail out"
Lydias eyes were anxious. 1T is a
side canyon. There is no trail" she
began; but the child's voice interrupt
ed.
''Mama-mama" They're coming-the
men are coming"
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