The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-04-22


/ have only hurried on. But some hour
4 after the red-tilad houses Of Core
loom up before them and few min
utes later they Jos their tired steeds
up one Ct the principal streets of the
central inland town of Corsica, lie
great Monte Rotondo now looking
down upon them
Above them are tail elm trees that
catch the rays OF the rising sun
Thanked on each side by white stoI6.
red-ro0fel houses, they pass between
the hotels Piemacci and Faol, almost
deserted now, this being the Beginning.
of the hot summer season. Along THE
street are many placar2s ndicatas
the approaching election. Every time
| he sees the name of Saliae,i, Raraes,
COMPRISING his lips, thinks Of his lost
darling
At the Pierracci they learn from one
of the walters that lady had paused
to obtain relay of horses. and had
brought out to Ter at her request a
cup Of coffee.
WAS she driven by an old MANI
questions Edwin, hulaiedly.
Yes. with q beard like a bandit
answers the man with a grin. The
carriage was full of cyclamen flowers
You could smell them all over the
street.
Its your Wife whispers barnes,
giving the man a 20-franc piece that
makes him look almost as happy as
this news does Anstruther.
Only an hour ago! We will over
take Marina long before she reaches
Bastia,' cries Edwin.
They ride hurriedly, the road skirt
ing the torrent of the foaming Necchio
until considerably over an hour after
leaving Corte they reach Ponte-alla-
lecchic, where the big bridge crosses
the river Colo. During this the horse
men note more sigas of the coming
casting of votes.
Some of the "Lucchese' workmen
from Italy are throwing stones at an
election placard that displeases them.
The pests from Luec9. mutters a
Corsican shoplseeIer as they buy a
glass OF Wine from him. are always
riotous, and at election times batter
every ones heads with stoaes-their
own included. They've been here since
sunrise fighting and brawling. heard
their shouts when | was in bed Bat
everyone pardons the 'Lucchese;' they
do all our hard work" adds the man
with a grin, pocketing the coin Edwin
hands him.
But the wine shop keeper can tell
them nothing of woman travelling,
and to their establishment, though they
make many inquiries, they hear of no
lady in a carriage passing through
the village this morning.
Its quite possible says Edwin to
Barnes, she didn't stop here. Her
horses We're fresh. Shes gone on. No
one has noticed her
That's very true" answers Burton,
though his face grows more concerned
and gloomy.
Therefore they ride rapidly along
over the now well-kept road, which
generally skirts the Colo. Turning
north, they spur on over the cause
way that crosses the great lagoons
and soon after passing through some
small villages, they come out upon the
sea and ride almost straight along its
Shores to enter that miniature Genoa
called Bastia, some two hours before
midday.
Barnes pilots his companion to the
Hotel de France. You should like thi.
inn he observes; Its on the Boule
| ward Paoli'
| Catching sight Of a gentleman in ;
| tall hat and a swallowtail coat BarRe.
] says: These are the only ones il
;. Corsica, think, and that's Monsieu
State, the head of the hotel. | know
e him. Now we'll get news of you
Il wife; she's probably Put up here
$ So they spring off their horses an
y dear old Monsieur State, recognizin:
2, the American, is about to offer then
rooms when they both suddenly cues
S ton him and learn to their concer
that no lady has arrived from the III
y terror this day at his hotel.
She is drawn by two horses drive
by an old Corsican with beard seJ
IS eral weeks old" says Barnes.
"a 1T doesn't matter how she wa
cliNSi, ~ TAU! HIS al iiNcQ mere, gel
tlemen.'
Then Marina must have gone to il
quire at the steamer Offices as to whe
/: III arrive cries Edwin
it Mon Dieu," calculates Monsieu
d Static, his eyes lighting up, you ar
IF the young English naval officer who's
y wedding to MademoiseIle Paoli create
il such an excitement in the island tw
Of weeks ago. Believe me, Monsieu
20 your wife is not in Bastia, or | Shout
ID have heard Of it. Everybody here hon
IF ors the name of Paoli-and your swee
S, spouse is very much loved for her ow
ID dear SELF
e, Despite Monsieur Staffe's assertion
le the two young men stride out of h
IS hotel, and though desperately fatigue
make inquiries at the Offices of IL
it ! Fraissinet and the Florio Ruballin
&C cOmDanieS but no lady asking for "A