The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-10-13
Continued from PAGE I.

lis not their English way. woman
/ who is dishonored is no more to them
4 than a tainted orange"
"Dishonored in his eyes? Never"
Ncries the girl. I'D sooner you killed
him-sooner you killed me, much! I'm
in your power: I'm alone here. helpless
in your hands. Kill me. Let my dar-
ling co.
AS Danella has clutched her, the old
neck fastenings of the ancient gown
have given way; she piucks it's laces
further apart over her dazzling bosom
and begs: BURY your stiletto here;
but spare my husband"
Her pose only makes her the more al
Turing eyes.
What, kill the being I adore." shud-
ders Cipriano. 81 have no stiletto and
/ have taken care no knife is near your
desperate hands, my lady. Besides, I'll
never let you go. eff you will not leave
your husband as his wife, leave MIN as
his widow"
Here Enricoi" he calls.
The young cavalier with the scar
above his eyebrow comes onto the We
randall and says: MY uncle, honor
thee you have decided to give this
woman death?"
mo: life-life and lovei and death to
those who stand between me and her!
The torch to the lone orange tree in the
when l give the signal to you, light
it."
He will be blown to atoms."
screams the girl.
Certainly, then you are free to mar
~ me and can say your prayers with d
good conscience laughs the count.
my uncle am bound to your orders
by the oath of the vendetta and thy
promise to pay my gambling debts and
Ri in Said he
man. Enrico passes from the verandah
and Marina sees the flame of the torch
moving to the orange tree. She raises
her voice and shrieks with all her
force: Edwin, my husband. you have
only a minute to save your life. In
some way descend from the tower!
They are going to blow it up"
And a cry comes to her: my wife,
IMPOSSIBLE"
And over IL are frantic curses from
the American detective, and the voice
of old Tomasso, croning: ut is the
will of the DEVIL"
Marina shouts: IT can only give you
life by being this devils!"
The answer of the young sailor
comes. calm as the voice of an English
officer should be facing death: mot
at that price, darling! Don't think of
mel"
Then the tortured girl begins to wiring
her hands and sob as she sees the men
IN the tower struggling to break out,
struggling as men in the turret of
sinking battleship. The face she
adores is before her In it's death agony
the weird music from the sea comes
family to her, telling of wOman's devo-
ton, for the barbaric ballads have been
selected with uncanny subtlety. For
one dread moment, Marina wildly
thinks: ''Tll save my Edwin's life
then I'll keep myself from this crafty
fiend by death In the waves from off
the vessel on which he bears me
away!" But the thought shoots
through her: MY dear husband will
believe I am a faithless and dishon-
ored wife,"
To Cipriano, who is triumphantly
murmuring: II see, by your bushes.
you're mine," she shouts: Never"
and desperately would run to the base
of the tower and die with her husband.
But the armes of Danella encircle her,
holding her firm as bands of steel. In
famed by the propinqufty of her love-
illness, the contact of the perfect fig
ure he clasps. the subtle perfume of her
waving hair that losses in tresses
about him. Cipriano is whispering:
You have still time. Anstruther may
Yet live. have not given the signal. Be
mine! But one long, sweet kiss to
prove it,"
And never dare to look on the face
of any true man or woman? No, nor
Frantically she has broken from his
arms; she is running toward the torch,
desperately hoping to snatch ii from
the hands of the satyr holding II ready
to apply it to the fuse.
After one unsuccessful step to over
take her swift feet, Danella cries saw
agely: Fire the miner
Enrico, the fuse in one hand, the |
blazing torch in the other, is apply
ing the flame to 1t.
There is a sharp whiff of the still |
night air like the faint snap Of a dis |
tant whip and the man with the scar
falls, as if struck from heaven.
''Diavolo. what mystery is this? My |
self to light the fuse" cries Cipriano, |
and runs to the fiambeau f1aring on the |
ground.
But Marina. her eyes baneful with |
agony, mutters: Il am Corsican," and |
as he picks up the torch, the desperate |
girl seizes him with her delicate hands |
and struggles with him frantically.
But her slight strength is naught to /
up the torch. Take your choice" ne |
whispers. THE Englishman lives and /
you are my mistress; he dies, and you
are my hOnored wifep'
He is holding her down with one knee
pressed on her. He IL moving the torch |
slowly to the fuse; he is giving her a
chance TO save the life she loves by
despairing surrender-he is giving him
self just one more chance to win the
beauty of the woman who loathes him
when, even as the flame is Ticking
the fuse. another Whit rends the at
mosphere. and from spot midway
between his longing eyes spouts some
thing that is red in the torch flame,
and with one shrill scream, "Morter
Cipriano. springing high in the air,
falls stark dead beside Marina's pros
trate form.
The detective and Edwin are thun-
dering at the tower door. Marina /
staggers to it, with a great effort she
turns the key and lifts up the steel
bars, and stands family leaning against
the stone masonry as Edwin, spring
out, catches her in his arms
What did 1t? What wondrous thing
wrought our deliverance?" he asks be-
tween kisses that make the girl wife
think she is I'm heaven.
by gum, was il lightning?" asks
the detective, scratching his head Then