The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-04-22
1907. Dodd Mead 4 Co., n. Y.

am pretty certain OF IT, fou 90
not realize that fellows passion for"
For my wife? By heaven, I'll kill
him!" and the young English officer
looks round to call the boy who has
come with him, but the urchin, being
eager for bed, is already cut of hear
ing with the horse. Suddenly he cries:
Barnes, you're not going to leave
Enid here unprotected, for the Amer
lean is almost running down the ave-
nue., Edwin after him
II haven't found my wife"
The lady upstairs, whom | heard?"
Was not Enid. 1t was that internal
La Belle Blackwood, and yet | forgive
her, for she told me the direction she
thought Enid had taken" and as they
half trot, half stride down the avenue
under the chestnut trees, Burton epit-
omizes his adventures of the day.
What are you going to do now?"
Get horses and follow your wife.
She is the one to which we have a
clew. We must prevent her falling
into Danella's hands. PerhaphI
pray God-in following her we may
find also the way to my wife"
'Why?"
Because Cipriano is the real brains
of this Internal outrage
AS they reach the gateway of the
grounds they are abruptly intercepted
One of the young Bellacoscia, hidden
in tree, springs out to them, gun in
hand, but recognizing Mr.. Barnes, the
young man says: 81 am one of those
watching that no Saliceti troubles you
i let this man pass because saw he
was foreigner"
That's all right" replies Burton,
but could you show me the telegraph
station and where to get horses"
Beside Hotel Mouvrages in the
main street is the telegraph station .
answers the young man, and a stable
to hire horses is at the inn
Thank you. Also l want to see
the mountains"
is it important?"
Very"
Then Signore Antonio will be here
fellow and speeds off through neigh
boring lane
The two hurry to the inn, but Bocog-
naao has gone to bed Its houses are
all unlighted, their doors are locked
In this land of the vendetta, even at
the auberge people hesitate to open
for unknown travellers knocking on
the portal.
There will be no chance to telegraph
TO Bastia or any way station on thai
road before tomorrow morning. 1t is
nearly an hour before they succeed in
arousing somnolent hostler at the
inn stables, who mutters all the horses
are tired and must have nights rest
But stimulated by a gold piece placed
in his sleepy hand the man finally
awakens sufficiently to saddle two
horses, which he says are the livelies
of any in the stable.
On two sorry beasts they dash up to
Marina's home and find waiting ON its
steps the great bandit and one or two
of his men.
Il have favor to ask you, Signore
Bonelli, in addition to the others 20,
have done me; that you will escort Il
the yacht at Sagone the lady within
this house and get her safely out o
Corsica"
"oh, you needn't ask that, MT
Barnes Of New York" cries La Belle
Blackwood, stepping airily onto ths
veranda. Il have already petitioneo
the great Bellacoscia, and | think he
will protect me against any man
won't you, Signore Bonelli?' The soft
ness of her sweet voice is caress.
"Sapristi, will not |! says the mag
nificent man, his hawks eyes flashing
as they look upon the loveliness of the
enhancing American adventures