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

~ Doesn't Matter How Sha
Driven, No Lady Has Arrived 4
Geutlemen.-
dark. ride down TO ponte.alla-Eecc
NY heaven, ! wish we had hop@
my sister also. says Edwin ~
hurry along, though the poor M
has difficulty In Looping himself a
saddle.
Il have a little. answers Bafuo1
You think Enid might be With
| rinar'
Yes, II cipriano Danella has 4
| He apparently wants chance AZ
| life II Saiiceti misses 1t. He may IA
taken Enid 70 some out Of the ii
place, so that striving to ind h&e
may die In his vendetta"
SO be and Edwin walk their horn
up 10 the junction OF the MorosoEI
read.
did you find that flower here q
asks Edwin,
Yes. pretty well toward the mild
OF the path,
Though the moon has just rinsn kk6
can ind no more eyclamen blosson
and here a sudden complication col
fronts them Another road leading "A
ward the northwest and running
Novella, Bel udere and the IIe nousaS
also leaves the Bastia road At the saln@
| point.
1T Is Just as probable that Mnrina'X
| course was directed toward tho uorth4
west al toward the east. In fnrt, II n
toss-up which way your wife went,
remarks Barnes. Now. there II only
| one way 10 settle 1t, II this cyc3afn1o
! flower means anything. That u TN
you to investigate one road and tho
other" 8S
So It is arranged that Barnes talke4l
| the road toward the lie Rousse, and
1 Edwin follows the path leading To thu
1 cast toward Morosaglia.
III ina no more OF these dowaxG
going toward the northwest, iii rdts1x
here and follow you. remarks BuxtoH
After giving these directions III
| American. desperately fafigu<d 63
nightly sleepy. logs his steed Ii a
direction OF lie Rousse. 20 miles "A a
northwest. la the moonlight, tk6 H
1 tracted man. though he dfumouH1
| often, discovers no cycIamen doN4i1
| lying In the road But he do4xs6I5|
keeps on, hoping to find some of th4
/; flowers that may Indicate he Ii fellow.
| ing Marina. III
| TITS the only clew we have now f
! Marina. and 1t may lead me 10 CipFfs
| ano." he mutters. as he struggles ~
| keep himself In the saddle.
Finally. arriving at Belgoder0 III thS
| early morning and learning from fn<
! innkeeper that no carriage has passed
| through, exhausted. worn out and diS<
appointed. even Barnes succumba ~
nature. He has been IS hours undof
headway. so Of these on horseback and
eight OF them climbing precipices; ai1fk
despite despair and anxiety. sleep.
csairns him--the terrible sleep OF utt6ra
exhaustion.
1t ia late when he opens his eysn
again and with q start wonders where
he IL. He looks over the brilliant
mouatais.s. he sees the vines ana Gully.
few miles away, the waters besIf1a
which stands Isola Rosa. The inn
keeper says breakfast. Signore. and
serves him with crabs and 1obster8
from the Gulf Of Florence. Mine hosts
little daughter places bouquet II
Wild flowers on the table. In II
CLEANS the red cyclamen. Barnes -
members and orders fresh horse.
While this IL being Jsaddled be forces
himself to eat 'Anstruther has not
followed me" he reasons. "I'11 have i
long ride 70 overtake him and when
we meet Cipriano Danella want to ~
fit---to KILL Mounting fresh steeds
he gallops OF. setracing his steps. ~
the time In his heart one question ~
Where Is my stolen bride?"
The night before. Edwin, turning To-
the east. begins to climb the awful hill
leading to the Morosaglia. A few MINI
utes after he has left the Corte road.
In the faint glow Of the coming neon
light. he springs on his horse and
utters an exclamation Of delight
AS he pulls himself sailor fashion
into the saddle, he has a branch
OF crimson flowers in his hand
He is not certain even now that
they Indicate Marina; though the3
have fallen from no overhangs
ing bough only beech and Larricclo
frs being near him. he knows cycla
men flowers are very common ii tha
island, and the little barefooted
and girls sometimes carry tho III
their hands.