Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1908-06-05

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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 II not for political influence. A
yellow.haired girl was with him,
though his followers kept so close
about her could not see her face. But
give you additional warming To-
| night you must stay in my inn.
Toward the mountains there is an
other bandit. an extra one.
An extra bandit,, Barnes opens his
eyes.
How do you know thatg' asks Ma
rira
Howl Why, even the accursed Ro-
chini and his fellow. who murder men
and seize women, never steal from
me. who fearing their knives give
them wine and warning OF the gcnd
armes: but this new fellow sneaks
down az night aud eats my chickens,
May Satan take him. he has the appe
tie of table d'hote!"
Nevertheless. we must risk the IN.
| confessional chicken thief and go 70
The mountains. says Marina deter
minedly. SIS shc ghes away attended
| lg mine host 10 make preparations
lCr her departure.
rarnes. having flse minutes for a
Whit, produces his cigar case, but
some words entering from the two
rustlcs 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 'Diasolo,'
| remarks the wool trader. did you
meet young Sallceti en- the road ?"
Aye, that | did, three miles above.
near the waterfall To me he said:
Good Luigi. shall have your vote for
depntyg' That you will. said |, great
Saliceti, when you perform your oath
of vendetta against the Americana
who came TO Bocognano and by DE
Bcllocs soldiers killed the man who
would have been your father-in-law
Then shall have ii. he cried Just
wait here for couple of hours. and
you'll see 1t done. But had TO meet
you 10 sell my wool. besides remem-
bered Rochini and his murderous gun,
and so | came along"
"cospetto. II saliceti does It. he has
my vote also," cries the wool trader.
| The crafty politician must have the
Americana trapped somehow. II was
rumored that the devil fed with the
Englishman whom Mademoiselle Paoli
welded. though he had slain her broth
err. Santos. may death come to girl
who for lust betrays her race"
To this Barnes listens impatiently
but seriously.
This political hustler wants to sac
rifice me on their altar OF vengeance.
so as To draw their votes,' cogitates
Barnes savagely. by the Eternal, he
shall have an OK at his barbecue who
will disagree with his stomach"
There is a peculiar CLINT In the
/ Americans eyes as. five minutes later.
| he places Marina carefully upon her
pony. and they leave the inn. He now
asks almost lightly: by the bye,
Madame Anstruther. do you know a
waterfall some three miles up this
/ PATH For all traces OF wagon road
! have ended at Guagno. leaving only
little bride path that runs up the
| foaming Liamone, which, contracted
In Its banks. has become torrent.
| Marina thinks moment; then
says: -Oh. yes; | remember noun
tain trail often travelled as girl. But
| 1t Is very steep
Would you kindly show II to me
| when we come to 1t?
] They dash up the gorge for half
i mile and she says sharply, 1T lis
here pointing to steep ascent that.
numbered by ferns and Wild flowers.
/ makes most unpromising roadway.
Then she catches her breath and
whispers: You expect an ambush 2"
for the American has now his rifle on
the saddle in front Of him. western
| fashion. aud his pistols ready In his
| s1.f.
Il DO" answered Barnes and relates
/ the words OF the shepherd.
! Quick" cries the girl This trail
will take you right up Del Orc. where
! you can look down on Bocognano. BY
It. you will get between your enemies
and your destination
NY destination Is my wife. She is
In this valley with those men,"
oh. think not. Saiiceti is too
crafty. He is still conveying Enid TO
Bocognano and has left only some Of
his followers to shay you. Come on"
Barnes follows his guide. up the
steep little path, that covered with
vines and wild flowers Is difficult to
! discern, but after they had gone few
hundred yards, the rocks growing larg
er, the trail more precipitous. Marina
says: Here we must leave our ponies
and climb on foot" So they pasture
the two hardy little brutes in vale
| full Of soft grasses and leave them
munching contentedly. Barnes, sling
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