The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-04-29

as He Rides Away.
Marina are you there?" and enters
the chamber at the top of the tower.
1t is lighted by lamp and fitted up
for occupancy. There is a little bed
in it, some old chairs and an oaken
table. Upon the bed are bunch of
cyclamen flowers and articles of wom-
ans apparel. He flies to examine
them. They are not those of his wife.
Upon the table is an envelope ad-
dressed:
Lieut.. Edwin Gerard Anstruther'
Its contents, written in the same
hand as that of Marina's letter, makes
the young mans eyes roll in his head:
Mon Cher Anstruther:
l have been watching your coming, over
the hills, following the cyclamen flowers
the charming Marina so astutely dropped
into the path to bring you here-and am
prepared for your visit.
thought you would be attracted to the
light in this chamber when all else was
dark.
AS you read this you are already trap
ped.
Do You think I will spare anyone who
brought about my brothers death? Ask
Tomasso, who is already gone.
Do you imagine. English lieutenant.
who call yourself husband to the woman
have decreed shall be mine that you
shall be scathless-
The sharp clang of the doors below
makes Edwin drop the letter and
spring like topman down the stairs.
Though ,he is quick, somebody is
quicker. The strong doors are closed.
AS he reaches the lower step, he hears
steel bars falling into their sockets out
side. From without a jeering laugh
makes him know this has been
planned. This is confirmed by the
creaky turning of a great key.
Unlock this door," he commands in
quarterback tones.
"Diable, not after having had so
much trouble to trap YOU, is returned
in almost Partisan French.
Without a word Anstruther dis
charges his revolver into the lock of
the door. He has exhausted his three
remaining cartridges. when the i'm.
| pingement of the bullets shows that
the lock is protected by steel and his
attempts abortive.
He is interrupted by loud cries OF
terror from almost beneath his feet
Hang it. quit that shooting! Do you
want to blow us up? saw that scar
| faced chap shove sticks of nitro
| glycerin all around in the crevices
This towers mined, and that scoun.
drel has got a fuse or electric wire
running to it,
| His own language with Yankee
| twang coming from below startles Ed
win. He has some matches in his
pocket; strikes one. looks round and
sees trap door in the flooring almos,
beneath his feet. He pulls it up and
peers down. His eyes glare into those
of another man gazing up from an un
foreground vault. Holding the match
SO that he can see the face he gasps:
Great guns, Emory! l thought you
| dead!"
I'm almost dead" growls the detec
tive, Edwin, almost stunned by sur
prise, gazing at him petrified. "By
the living lingo. where's Barnes?
guessed some of you'd find me out,
adds the Pinkerton man in relieved
voice. Il reckoned you'd rescue q
chap who's been rsking his life and
getting good deal the worst of it in
your employ"
II came to find my wife, cries Ed
win shortly. Have you seen herr"
"Oh, there's lady, think, in the
house."
In the house? And they have
cooped me up in this tower" Anstru
Their frantically assaults the dool
again
"ah reckoned thev'd be doins