Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-06-03

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tonight; he would extract every dro,
of pleasure from this rare and unex
pected moment. Had she been mad. hi
wondered, to give him out of hand this
llonged-for opportunity? A month long
er and this scene would have been i'm
possible. At last he came to a stand il
front of La Signorina, who was white
and weary. The two had not yet ex
changed word.
So" he said, latter five years
find you, my beautiful wife!" With one
hand hipping his sabre and the Other
curling his mustaches, he smiled a
her. What devil of time you have
given me! Across oceans and cont
nents! A hundred times I have passed
you without knowing 1t till too late
And here, at the very moment when
believed IL was all over, you fiinf
yourself into the loving arms of youl
adoring husband do not understand,
BE brief" she replied, the chill o.
SHOWS in her voice. Her hate for this
man had no empty corners. 81 have
played foolishly into your hands. Say
what you will and be gone"
What welcomed"
"Be quick!''
There was danger In her voice now
and he recognized the tense quality in
it. II shall telegraph to the ATTORNEYS
in Rome to partition the estates. my
hearth knocking her. "The king will
not add to his private purse the riches
OF Colonel Grosvenor and the Principi
oil Monte Blanca, your father and
mine, old fools! To tell the truth.
am badly in need of money, and, head
of Bacchus! your appearance here is
life to me, my dear Sonia Life! I am
a rich man. But" with a sudden
scowl, dropping the mask of banter
Il do not understand these compan.
ions Of yours He eyed the group
coldly. What position in my house
hold does this gentleman occupy?" III
dicating Hillard and smiling evilly.
Give no heed" said La Signorina
as Hillard took a step forward.
$50 1t is all true, them" he asked
despairingly. "You are his wife,"
Eyes. Forgive me, but did not
warn you many times. In the eyes OF
the Italian civil law I am this mans
wife, but in the eyes Of God and the
Church, never, never!"
What do you mean?"
Gin a few days l shall write you
in this letter promise to explain
everything. And you will forgive me
know"
Forgive you? For what? There is
nothing to forgive on my side; the
gift is on yours For have been a
meddler, an unhappy one"
esyEyi11 va, ond Mr. Morrihouy or NV,
do not wish you two to witness this
scene"
Leave you alone with this wretch
Mo-" said Hillard.
'Well?" cried the prince impatient.
ly. He was not inclined toward these
condolences between the American and
his wife. 81 have asked question and
nobody replies. I INQUIRE again, what
position does he hold?"
This villa is mine" she answered,
the sharpness of her tone giving hint
to the volcano burning in her heart
However the estates may be parti.
toned, this will be mine command
you to leave it at once, for your pres.
ence here is as unwelcome to me as
that Of all creeping things. I find that
do not hate you loathe you
The prince laughed. That she loath.
ed or hated him touched him not in
the quick. Love or hate from this
woman who knew him for what he
was, a soulless scoundrel, was nothing
She was simply a sack of gold. But
this was his hour of triumph, and he
proposed to make the most of it.
| Il could have let the carabinieri
take you to prison" he said urbanely
"a night in a damp cell would have
chastened your spirit. But preferred
to settle this affair as quickly as pos
sible. But this friend of your, he an
noys me-"
as it possible?' returned Hiilard
your Highness has but to say the
word and | will undertake the pleas
ure of relieving you Of this mans
presence"
BE STILL" she said. "Will you go?'
to the prince.
Presently. First. l wish to add that
your dear friend is both thick-headed
and cowardly. l offered to slap his
face few nights ago, but he dis
creetly declined.
Hillard laughed shortly. He desired
to get closer to this gentlemanly
prince.
"For my sake!" whispered La Sig
norma.
II am calm" replied Hillard, gently
releasing his arm from her grasp. He
approached the prince smiling, bu
there was murder and despair in hi:
heart. Had I known you that night
one of us would not be here now
at is not too late suggested thu
prince Come. are you still in love
with nv wife?"
Eyes"
The bluntness of this assertion
rather staggered the prince. "You ad
NIT 1t them" his throat swelling will
rage.
There is no reason why SHOULD
deny It,"
She is your"
But the word died with cough Hi
lard, a wild jov in his heart, caugh
the prince by the throat and jamme'
him back against the rose-satin panel
under a dripping candelabrum. TIL
prince made a violent effort to draw
his sword, but Hillard seized hi
sword-arm and pinned it to the pane