The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-04-29


from the east; he hears one of them
growl 'Why, there's no 'Lucchese'
nearer than Pietra to fight, though the
count ordered every man about the
farm to go out and protect the vines
| from them"
We'll there's some good reason for
| Maestro Cipriano's orders. Perchance
| the Italian laborers in the Green Orez-
"a quarry have risen up, adds an
| other.
perhaps with the lady he wishes
not to be disturbed giggles a third
THE count has musicians in boat off
| the shore
The men have no sooner passed
| than Barnes starts quickly down the
road. The lady" he guesses, means
| either Marina or his own bride, though
of the last he has slight hope. A sub
| dued light from the town guides him
in the darkness.
But when he is within less than
hundred yards of the building, his
horse, with sudden snort of terror,
draws up right in the path, crouching
On his launches, and Barnes peering
over his steed's head, gazes into the
deep chasm that descends sheer to the
very sea. Springing from his trem-
bling horse, the American finds that
the bridge which is a light, swinging
one not over 80 feet in length, has
been swung to the other side
The scent of a fresh cyclamen bloom
| enters his nostrils. He looks at the
| removed bridge and remarks acutely:
Its evident Cipriano has got on the
| other side the person he wished to fol-
| low these flowers"
So Barnes gazes across the chasm
he cannot pass. The night being very
| still, he hears over the soft murmur
| OF the waves beneath him the sweet
| romantic music Of Corsica rising from
boat. 'Tis the playing of stringed in
| struments accompanying a sweet ma
| tive love song, each stanza ending in
| that curious prolonged note peculiar
to these island ditties
What the deuce is that bizarre
| crafty devils game?" wonders the
| American. Then he hears voices from
the low Corsican house. Beyond the
| crevlces he sees Marina in white robe
| amid the lights and flowers of the
veranda. Her sweet tones are scarce
| audible. Then Danellas voice reaches
him family in the soft night air.
| He begins to understand and NUT
| tiers: Good God!"
After little cry of love yet despair
rends the heavens from the tower. 1t
| is Anstruther's. 'Tis mingled with a
| woman's shrek for mercy. MY hus-
| BANDIT in Marina's voice.
Next Barnes hears Cipriano's suave,
| triumphant laugh, and he mutters:
My God, for pistol it's a fearfully
long shot but it's the only way"
Hastily he selects a spot with good
line of sight and stands waiting-wait-
ing for the chance; for. intervening
| vines trouble him, and the foliage of a
| great orange tree, standing alone in
| the garden and midway between the
house and the turret, jumbles the light,
which is only the faint sheen of the
| rising moon.
Slightly before this, Marina had
been sitting on the long veranda of
the Corsican farmhouse, the lighted
lamps placing some tinges of ruby in
| her dark brown hair and giving color
| to the light costume that enhances
| her loneliness.
Quietly entering from the house.
Il ~, Il
| time, romantic Corsican garb, gazes
upon the exquisite girl outlined by the
| light costume.
The eagerness of his glance draws
Mrs. Anstruther's eyes to him. She
looks up and says: 'Ah. Count Cipri-
ano, it was very noble of you, who l
had feared would hate me, to rescue
me from the Lucchese.' At your adj
vice, | have rested here, but to-mor-
row, notwithstanding the romantic
sersnade you have provided for me
| must go on to Bastia."
ooh, yes, to Bastia," murmurs the
count softly, and stepping nearer, SAYS
suavely, though there is a weird sug-
gestion in his voice that somewhat dis.
quiets the lady: I'VE are alone here
in my old farmhouse, only old Martha
the cook, who, far away, will saore till
lawn, and my nephew, Count Enrico.'
II haven't seen him." remarks the
girl uneasily
'Parbleu, you did once, the gentle
man with the scar upon his face, the
one who delivered the letter thai
caused your nerves to jump in the
Marseilles railroad station. Even now
his name seems to have an i'll effect
upon you," for Marina has started up
and the fluttering of her light skirts
shows her limbs are trembling.
Mia Madre, was he the MANI" she
shudders. And was it you who pennet
it?" Then some divination entering
her mind, she implores pathetically
Holy Virgin, no harm has come te
Edwin? Have / not kept the crue
pact? Have / not deserted my deal
husband? 1t was the promise of tina
awful letter that no evil should come