The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-05-06
Barnes.
American
Archibald clavering Cunter
A Sequel to
MIR. Barnes Of New York
Author of ''Mr. Barne. Of New York"
Mr.. Potter of Texas,"
THAT Frenchman." Etc.
Copyright, 1907. Dodd Mead 4 Co., N. z.


Frantically she has broken from his
arms; she is running towards the
loren, desperately hoping to snatch it
from the hands of the satyr holding it
ready to apply it to the fue.
After one unsuccessful step to over
take her swift feet, Danella cries saw
agely: Fire the mine!''
Enrico, the fuse in one hand. the
blazing torch in the other, is applying
the flame to it.
There is sharp Whit 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? Ny
self to light the fuse!" cries Cipriano.
and runs to the flambeau flaring on
the ground.
But Marina, her eyes baneful with
agony, mutters: Il am a Corsican."
and as he picks up the torch, the des-
perate girl seizes him with her deli
cate hands and struggles with him
frantically
But her slight strength is naught to
that of his wiry frame. Danella picks
up the torch. Take your choice" he
whispers. THE Englishman lives and
your are my mistress; he dies, and
you are my honored wife!"
He is holding her down with one
knee pressed on her. He is moving the
torch slowly to the fuse; he is giving
her chance to save the life she loves
by despairing surrender-he is CIV
ing himself just one more chance to
win the beauty of the woman who
loathes him-when, even as the flame
is licking the fuse, another Whit rends
the atmosphere, and from a spot mid
way between his longing eyes spouts
something that is red in the torch
flame, and with one shrill scream.
"Morte!" Cipriano, springing high in
the air, falls stark dead beside Ma
rina's PROSTATE form.
The detective and Edwin are thun-
dering at the tower door. Marina stag
gers to 1T, with great effort turns
the key and lifts up the steel bars,
and stands family leaning against the
stone masonry as Edwin, springing
,
What did 1t? What wondrous thing
\ wrought our deliverance?" he asks be-
tween kisses that make the girl wife
@think she is in heaven.
by gum, was it lightning?" asks
the detective, scratching his head.
Then hearing cry he runs down the
chasm and moves the swinging bridge
into place across the crevice.
Over this comes Mr.. Barnes, leisure
ly walking, humming the sweet roman
tic tune the minstrels are sending up
from the distant sea.
masso, in his old-time Corsican way,
is saying solemnly: "'Tis the hand of
God!"
But Marina, running to the Ameri-
can, cries: Il know the hand of
God!'" and sinks down uttering bless
ings on the great pistol shot.
by Goliah, faint possible to do
that with a revolver in this light"
mutters Emory, pacing off the dis
lance. Holy smoke, you should be
proud of them Shots"
1t was that wondrous Orezza water
that did it. That toned up my nerves
after two days of devilish misery" re-
marks Burton modestiy
But grub's what I'm thinking
about" says Emory; you haven't
been fed on spoon-victuals for two
weeks!" and he dashes into the farm
house.
Edwin. after slapping Barnes upon
the back, has carried his wife, half
swooning now with joy, onto the YER.
andah, when of sudden, with roar
like that of a hundred-ton gun, the
whole tower rises from its base and
falls tumbling, mass of ruined mas
onry, and on high there is flight of
rocks like fireworks Fortunately the
explosion has been so strong that the
missiles nearly all fall into the sea,
with great splashing of the water.
They can hear the cries of terror from
the MINISTRIES in the boat as they has
tily row away.
MY last shot wasn't quick enough
says the American dolefully Hang
ulc, III zip ulun 6cI Iuc IOICu W Tue
fuse before he died." Then Barnes
suddenly questions: Where's my
wife? Can't anybody tell me where is
my wife?"
"She was not in that tower. any
way; that we know" answered Edwin.
I'VE examined every portion of it, try
ing to escape"
Your wife?" cries Marina. you
should know! / left you going up the
stairs to her chamber in Bocognano."
She wasn't there?" mutters Burton.
Wasn't there? My servant said she
was there. Who was the LADY,"
Barnes doesn't answer, but says
modify: "Then I've got to find Enid.
My horse is just on the other side OF
the crevice."
But you are too tired"
I'm never too tired to find my best
girl" says the poor worn-out fellow,
trying to be cheerful, and steps down