Willmar tribune., 1908-04-29
CHAPTER XII.
The Mountain Chalet.

Forced to more moderate pace, the
%wo journey up the winding road be-
tween some cornfelds made red by
poppies. Soon after they pass into
the wooded hill lands, their path bor-
dered by myrtles and arbutus.
After a little, the way grows wild
er, the hills much sleeper, and climb
ing the lofty Cole di San Antonio they
can look down upon hill vistas, beauti.
fully wooded, that descend to the dis
eant sea. In the sunlit CLEAN of the
far-off water, Barnes, using his field
glasses, sees the yacht lying alone at
anchor. Graham has sent back the
fishing smack" he says.
Then thank the Virgin" cries Ma
,ina, another letter is going to my
husband telling him his disobedient
wife is trying to save his sister,"
They descend sharply into the little
valley of the Liamone, and enter the
village of Vico, whose inn is now vel.
coming the first summer visitors from
Ajaccio.
Here Marina says: "'TwOuld be
wrong if l sent not a telegram to my
anxious spouse" So they dismount at
the little telegraph Office peculiar to
Corsican villages. AS they slip in, a
countryman slouches out and mount
ing horse rides off up the main
street. Her message dispatched, Ma
rina coming from the Office, says:
How hurriedly that fellow went
away"
''You think he was looking for us?'
asks Barnes, as he places her on hel
pony.
Perhaps; Bernardo is astute. He
may guess that his message to you
brought you after him by water and
that you would find the yacht"
Then after him!" says Burton, and
turning more to the east they follow
rapid stream, passing the Sulphur
Baths of Guagno, where they can sec
the diligence depositing patients at its
hospital for rheumatics.
They have not overtaken the man
but no one has passed them on the
road, their pace has been so rapid. The
peasants they have seen, so many o1
them carrying guns that Barnes thinks
he is in the Rocky Mountains, have
received the usual greetings in the
patois of the country from Marina, he,
escort wisely keeping his sombrer,
pulled down over his eyes and sayins
nothing. But now farmer, pausing
says: Girl, you and your man had bet
ter not 60 beyond Guagno Last nigh
the two accursed bandits, Rochini ant
his mate, killed Nicolo, the shee,
grower, up at his house by the lake
and carried off his daughter"
THANK you for your advice" an
swers Marina politely. She glances a
Barnes, but he scarcely heeds. He il
urging his pony toward the mountai,
pass through which Enid must nov
be journeying.
Who is this Rochini?" asks Barnes
to take Mrs. Anstruthers thoughts t,
happier things.
He and his fellows are the onl,
bandits of which Corsica is not proud,
answers the girl, savagely. "Thi
wretch with his underlings murder
men for money. Other bandits onl,
kill for hate or to escape capture b,
the gendarmes. Also this Rochin
drags shrieking women to his lair
while other bandits doff their hats t
ladies'"
Then as they ride along the Cor
sican girl gives Mr.. Barnes some curl
GUS information about bandits.
This murderous Rochini is not o
our commune; he has been driver
from Rotondo by the farmers becaus'
OF his outrages and came over to De
Oro,' she remarks, excitedly. "Ou
own Bocognano bandits, the bray'
Bellacoscia," Marina's tone is proud
whose family name is Bonelli onl,
fled to the mountains to escape Dur
suit from our cruel gendarmes, be
cause, forsooth, the elder Antonio kill
ed Marc Angel, who dared to MARI,
the girl upon whom he had set hi
heart. The younger, Giacomo, becaus,
he would not endure the French con
scription, so he slew the brigadier ant
his men who came to arrest him. Still
Antonio Bonelli, when the Teutons ov
crran France, offered to go over an(
fight the German Won Moltke with hi,