Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1909-06-05

NJ silence out of which came the idliih'
noutter az the stream Giovanni trem-
bIed and the sweat on his BODY gre"
ro,d. less from reaction than from
khe thought that actual murder hau
been snatched from his hands. For sew.
eral minutes he waited, dreadlns' pu.
there was no further sound. ne
searched mechanically for his KNIFE
recovered 1t, and then crept down the
abrupt side of the gorge till ne foun9
them. They were both dead. A ciouu
.went over the benign moon.
.sHoly father, thou hast waited
seven years too long," Giovanni croes'
He eazed up at the ledge where the
tragedy had begun. The cloud passea
and revealed the shining muskets Oh
two carabinieri, doubtless attracted Dy
the untoward sounds. Giovanni, agile
and muscular as wolf, stole over the
stream and disappeared into the
hJackness beyond. But there was an
expression of horror on his face Wnlcn
tould not have been intensified naa
Dante and vergil and all the shades
of the Inferno trooped at his heeis'
CHAPTER XIV.
IT was Merrihew who woke the
sleeping cabby, pushed Hillard into d
seat and gave the final orders which
we're To take them out of the VIVA
Ar;adne forever. He was genulneiy
moved over the visible misery OF ms
friend. He readily believed that hl,-
,ard's hurt was Of the incurabie KIM u,
and so long as memory lasted the iuiI
stab of pain would recur so 10 ee1
hin, away from the scene at once was
The best possible thing he could 40.
Merrihew noticed the little group Oh
mon collected at the edge of the roaa.
mt he was too deeply absorbed IN MS
own affairs to stop and make IN
nuiries The principal thing was 10
reach Florence without delay he
smoked two cigars and offered scarce
Nv a dozen words to Hillard. Wheh
}hey arrived at the white hotel IN the
porgognissanti and the night Watcn'
ran drew the great bolts to ADMIT
Them. Merrihew was glad. And all
This to evolve from an unknown WON.
pm singing under Hillard's window pu.
pix months ago! And a princess.
Truly the world was full OF surprises
He went to bed, advising Hlllard 70
do the same. Mental repose was neeu.
ed before they could sit down ana
discuss the affair nationally
At nine in the morning Hillarc
heard a fist banging on the panels o.
the door.
open. Jack; hurry" cried Merrl
hew outside There was great aglta
AS, ", hse ,,pSca
Hillard opened the door. Whats
the trouble, DAM" he asked.
Merrihew closed the door and WINS
pered. "Dead!" AS the light from the
window fell upon his face 1t disclosed
male cheeks and widely opened eyes. :.
"Who?' Hillard's heart contracted
SIN Gods name, who?'
ssThe prince. They found him ano
his horse at the bottom of the gorge
There was broken place in the roao
and over this they had gone The con
cierse SAYS there has been foul play
Tracks in the dust, a strange cut IT
the neck of the horse, and a scaopare
minus its saber. Now, what the deyl
shall | do with the blamed sword?"
Dead! Hillard sat down on the edge
of the bed. Dead! Then she was free
free.
What shall do with it?" Merrihev
demanded a second time.
tsThe sword. You really brought it?'
Eyes. And if they find us with it
"Put it in the bottom of your trun'
and leave it there till you land In New
York. But the prince dead? You ar
sure?"
CAL Florence is ringing with tn
story of the ball, the wind-up, and tn
tragedy. He's dead, no doubt OF |,
Shall we go up to the villa this morn
lng?"
mo, Dam; but all the wearines
went out of Hillard's eyes.
And then Merrihew noticed Hillar
still wore his evening clothes and tn
bed was untouched.
That's very foolish"
.Why? couldn't have closed IN
syes, replied Hillard.
"But won't she need you up there'
Merrihew was obviously troubled.
"If she needs me, she'll send fo
me. But am not needed, and she wi
not send for me. l shall remain her
and wait"
Hes dead. Things work out queerl
don't they?"
"She is free. Thank Cod"
you are not sorry, are your
Sorry. In way, yes. He was
blackleg, but it isn't pleasant to COZ
template the manner Of his end
"Well, / can frankly say that there
no such sentiment on my side. He
have cut you down if hadn't stoppe
him." said Merrihew, rubbing h
Iwollen knuckles.
ct was measure for measure:
should have killed him had not ye
md O'Mally interfered."
That's true. But what's back of q
his muddle? Why was she masquara
mg as an opera singer, when forrul
md place were under her hand?''
"She has promised to write"
"By George!"
What now"
Didn't Giovanni tell us he hi
friends in Fiesole, and that he W
going to visit them?"
Giovanni? had forgotten. B
what had my old valet against 1
prince?"
Giovanni had a daughter" sd
Merrihew. His knife left a scar