Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1908-06-26

wife; she's probably put up here"
So they spring OF their horses aud
dear old Monsieur STATE. recognizing
the American. is about to offer them
rooms when they both suddenly aues-
ton him and learn to their concern
that no lady has arrived from the in
terror this day at his hotel.
She is drawn by two horses driven
by an old Corsican with beard sew.
eral weeks DID, says Barnes.
1T doesn't matter how she was
driven: no lady has arrived here, gen
tlemen.'
Then Marina must have gone TO in
quire at the steamer Offices as TO when
I'll arrive cries Edwin.
Mon Dieu," calculates Monsieur
Static. his eyes lighting up. you are
the young English naval officer whose
wedding TO Mademoiseiie Paoli created
such an excitement In the island two
weeks ago Believe me, Monsieur,
your wife Is not In Bastia. or should
have heard OF 1t. Everybody here hon
,ors the name OF Paoli--an your sweet
sEpuSS Is Ntis iiHti tufSd tti hSt tnu
dear self
Despite Monsieur STATES assertions.
the two young men stride out OF his
hotel, and though desperately fatigued.
make inquiries at the Offices OF the
Fraissinet and the Florio Ruballlnio
companies. but no lady asking for ar
irving boats has been there, at all
events. none answering MarIna's do
scription.
we may have passed her on the
road" remarks Barnes sympatheticai-
ly, his anguish making him feel for his
companion. Wen give her two hours
to come In and overtake ts--two hours
of rest" the poor fellow stretches his
limbs YEARLY. Pm flesh and blood.
Anstruther You didn't climb noun
tains all Yesterday. as did"
But Edwin. being unaccustomed to
horseback exercise, though wiry
enough upon the ships deck, is stir
and sore. Compelled from very IA
tigue, the young men contrive to limp
back to the Hotel de France, where
they are very well taken care OF, and
two hours sleep measurably revives
them. Barnes has had shave and
would look almost debonair when he
comes down to breakfast at noon, but
the cavities which hold his eyes abb
normally frightened by anxiety give
the lie to any appearance OF llghtness.
Anstruther Is even more worried
than Beforehand now ns the day
draws on, without his wife appearing,
look OF fear comes into the young
mans face that Is horrible.
Gazing at him, Barnes mutters: Arc
You good for another rider"
Yes where?"
We must take the back track. says
the American. We rode too rapidly
this morning, thinking Marina was
just ahead Of us. for critical investi-
cation"
Get under way" answers the lieu.
tenant, and the two ride out OF Bastia,
making inquiries at every village and
learning nothing.
In fact. the peasants. as they get
nearer Ponte alla-i4ecchia, are too
much excited over the election OF the
morrow 10 talk about much else.
"voting.day IL to- be enlivened by a
race riot Of the Lncchese," says one
whom Barnes is questioning on the
highway just where the Morosaglia
road leaves 1t leading TO the Tuscan
sea.
Edwin has dismounted and Is SLOUGH
ing morosely about the road to ease
his tortured legs.
Why don't they wipe out these mu-
tinous Lucchese?" says the officer in
quarterback tones as they get on their
horses again.
Then the native Corsicans would
have to work. These Lucchese come
over here from Italy and do the man
ual labor for them. But can find no
trace OF your loved one or Of mine"
adds Barnes, almost despairingly. as
they ride along the road. their In
quiries growing more close and per-
sistent till they reach Corte.
Together, disconsolately. the poor
fellows force themselves to try to eat.
The election excitement is growing
higher. q brass band comes past, at It's
head placard. Vote for Saliceti!"
and Barnes CRASHES hbs teeth.
But turning from this. he rather
curiously says suddenly: "Anstruther.
you've GOT a flower In your buttoii-
hole"
ooh, yes. was so miserable hardly
knew what / was doing. picked up
this crimson thing In the road when
you were talking to the peasant who
was telling you Of the Lucchese riots
down at Orezza"
There was no tree bearing the how
er where you picked il up7" asks the
American suddenly.
mo. | think not. | don't believe
there was a shrub Of any kind within
a hundred feet Of 1t. Why do you
ask n for the others tone = excited.
sWhy hecaus4 that's the cyclamen