The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-04-22
Where did they take my wife?,

'NANiS oiH l1iSS ltehS NY vie
That shall not tell you--at least,
Got without a bribe. Snail / have q
farewell kiss for the informatioH?'
"Never!"
ooh, Burton, don't kill mel" she
gasps, for Barnes hand in his agony
and rage, is nearly on her white threat.
"Pish, yon are not worth it."
uncompromisingly he tears himself
from her and commands: Tell me
where will find her now; tell me so
that can go back to her and dare to
kiss my wife's lips. knowing that am
true to her. Think-thiah what you
once We're when your father and moth
err in Ohio loved you and believed in
their little girl. BY heaven, ! know
there is good in you, sally-only let it
come out, just this time he entreats.
Just tell me where can find my dar-
ling, SO that | can rescue her in time,
for you know these are villains who
have stolen her from me-"
A being CT impulse. La Belle Black
wood wrings her hands, her head
droops and she sobs: Then, Burton
III forgive you and tell you. There is
little good in NELL tell you all l.
know of your bride, which is very
little. think the read they took her
was north of the path that we fol-
lowed. But where Enid is, l know
not
Then saliceti! I'll tear it from
him"
Il hardly think he can tell you. His
followers were strangely frightened
and embarrassed when the Bellacoscia
young men demanded your bride from
them, and as an evasion, substituted
sne.' Then, noting the fearful look
on Barnes face, she cries: Don't
waste your time here; ask the man
who knows
.Ah!"
"Cipriano Danella! The head of this
affair didn't want you to find her-not
until they, killed you, If it were posi-
BILE. Oh, this Corsican count who is
playing with you is a great man-not
a bay"
This is al you can tell me? Is 1t
the truth?'
Yes, as God will never forgive me
yes"
Very WELL says Barnes, u thank
you for the information. will now
see that you get out Of Corsica safely.f'
How"
MY friend. the great Bellacoscia,
will do it for me-"
The great bandit! He will take
me from Corsica? Diable, the mag.
nificent bandit-that would be an ad-
venture laughs the volatile lady air
lily. The ferocicus bandit ! have read
of! This Bellacoscia who kills gen
dartnes as if they were flies! That's
greater than even pork packer, a
cattle man or Count Danella, isn't
It? / thank you for the bandit, Mr..
Barnes
Barnes runs down the stairs and
1teps out upon the porch.
A happy-faced young man with
elated air and dust-covered clothes is
squirting hastily up the avenue, ma.
tive boy trotting beside him. Seeing
.he American. he calls out: Glad tc
year you and Enid are again var
.rm to yardarm; Though you look love
sick enough, Barnes Of New York.
Awaking with a start, Burton looks
at him and gasps. Edwin, you here?"
Easy enough. l found letter left
with Lady Chartris housekeeper by
my wife to be delivered to me this
morning, which told me Marina had
come to Bocognano. So l rushed into
Nice. BY good luck | found Aling-
hams yacht was coming straight to
Ajaccio. For my sake he put on
steam. l made the 25 miles up here
from the Corsican capital on horse,
arriving before they extinguished the
lights in the inn. There they told L1G
of my noble wife and how Marina S
words had banished cur vendetta from
Bocognano."
This is spoken as he springs off the
horse, losses the bride to the boy, and
runs up the stairs. Marina is inside,
imagine he says, and calls through
the doorway
Marina left for Bastia over an hour
ago. says Barnes.
"Why did she leave FIR Bastia?"
"A telegram, answers i lnes, pur-
porting to come frcm you stating that
you would &c at that place tomorrow
morning. Notwithstanding her fatigue,
she went on b. carriage 10 meet you.
"A telegram? Impossible. Bastia
Is at the north end of the island.
arrived at Ajaccio. the south end. Be.
sides, | sent no telegram
Edwin is interrupted by short cry
from Barnes: 'Cipiiano Danella,"
With an eXecraticn Anstruther asks
hoarsely: do you think he has aught
to do with this?'
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