Morgan County republican. (Versailles, Mo.) 1906-1914, 1908-09-17
claims him-the terrible sleep q ut,e
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$500
claims him-the terrible sleep I ute.
exhaustion.
IL is late when ne opens his eye,
again and with a start wonders where
he is. He looks over the brillian,
mountains, he sees the vines and only
a few miles away, the waters beside
which stands Isola Rosa. Tho inn
keeper says breakfast. S%ignore,' and
serves him with crabs and Holsters
from the Gulf Of Florence. Mins hosts
little daughter places a bouquet Of
wild flowers on the table. In II
CLEANS the rcd cyclamcn. Barnes re
members and orders a fresh horse
while this Is being saddlcd he forces
himself to eat. "Anstruthcr has not
followed me-" he reasons. "Ill have a
long rid" to Ovcrtakc him and when
we meet Cipriano Danclla | want to be-
iit--to kill" Mounting a fresh stced
he gallops off. rctracing his steps, ali
the time in his heart n question:
Where is my stolen brldc?'
The night before. Edwin, turning to
| the east. begins to climb the awful hill
leading to the Morosaglia. a few min.
utcs after he has left the Cortc road,
in the faint glow of the coming
light, he springs on his horse and
uttcrs AN exclamation Of dcliglr,
AS he pulls himself sailor fashion
into the saddle, he has a branch
Of crimson flowers In his hand.
He IL not certain even now that
they indicate Marina: though they
have fallen from no O%vcrhang
ing bOugh, only beech and L%arrlccio
men flowers arc very common In the
island, and the little barcfoOtcd boys
and girls sometimes carry them In
their hands.
In the group Of hamlcts on the hill
sides called MorOSaglia. Anstruthcr
does not pause.
I,ui as he reaches the confines Of
tn" village, III" young husband starts
and his eyes, which fatigue had dullcd,
gliSlcn with hope. Here are two paths,
Il trail leading TO the north, the other
and broader one pointing east t0war0
Nv VIZ hh E'"' SNioiiS '"O '"'s''' ~
lamnn branches have been dropped
several times in II short hundred yards
Their number Is significant, they
have been str"wn quite continuously
from the forks If the road. my dar
ling's message to me-" murmurS An
stru,hcr, and rides ns hastily AZ hi
tired though why little horse will take
him.
The branches Of III" sweet sm"llini
pogi"S II" Still encounters on tho trai
hurry him up hin and down hill, Oy"l
running mountain streams. through
wooded yalcs. Yc, nt least Nature
must hay" its need despite all effort
Of the rider, his head hroops and hi:
iiguI" bccomcs lax in III" saddle.
His stc"h with n whinny Of JOY al
most runs down into II little valley am
drawing suddenly up before a higl
campanilc s,on" huildinG. AnstrutlIc
falls of his hoIs" into tn" arms Of
good Monk of tn" Convent of Pied
crOc", who mutt"IS, "Tlank tn,
Saints. YOU got here alive in tim" Il
drink tn" water of Or"hza" For An
S%truihcr's appearance" between fear
ful fatigue and racking anxiety IL nov
that Of "A MAJ nigh onto death.
III" hospiiahlc iiiaIS put the inVali,
to h"d aud at high neon the next da.
IL" invalid, after another glass ur tw
of ,l" famous youth giving OI"zza vi
ter. which here springs bubbllng frOl
ti' earth. eats III" monday meal III
good irlars set bciOr" him. rises, give
them III" blessing Of Il strong man an
huIIi"8 ON.
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