The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1909-04-01

warning at the inn OF Guagno. hope
you got t."
Where did they take my wife?-
That | shall not tell you-at east,
not without a bride. Shall have a
farewell kiss for the information?"
"Never!"
ooh, Burton. don't kill mel" she
gasps. for Barnes hand, in his agony
and rage, is nearly on her white throat.
"Pish, you are not worth IT,"
Uncompromisingly he tears himself
from her and commands: Tell me
where | will find her now; tell me so
that l can go back to her and dare to
kiss my wife's lips. knowing that am
true to her. Think-think what you
once were when your father and moth
er in Ohio loved you and believed In
their little girl. BY heaven, know
there Is good in you, Sally--only let II
come out, just this time" he entreats.
Just tell me where can find my dar-
ling. so that | can rescue her In time,
for you know these are villains who
have stolen her from me-"
A being of impulse. La Belle Black.
wood wrings her hands, her head
droops and she sobs; Then, Burton,
I'll forgive you and tell YOU. There Is
little good in NELL tell you all
know OF your bride, which is very
little. l think the road they took her
was north of the path that we fol-
lowed. But where Enid is. know
not"
Then saliceti! III tear it from
him.
Il hardly think he can tell you. His
followers were strangely frightened
and embarrassed when the Bellacoscia
young men demanded your bride from
them, and as an evasion, substituted
me-" Then, noting the fearful look
on Barnes face, she cries: Don't
waste your time here; ask the man
who knows
"Ah!"
"Cipriano Danella. The head of this
affair didn't want you to find her--not
until they killed you, If it were posi-.
bic. oh, this Corsican count who is
playing with you is great man-not
boy"
This is all you can tell me? Is it
the TRUTH"
Yes, as God will never forgive me-
yes"
Very well" says Barnes. II thank
you for the information. | will now
see that you get out of Corsica safely"
Howe"
My friend the great Bellacoscia,
Will do 1t for me-"
THE great bandit. He will take
me from Corsica? Diable, the mag
nificent bandit-that would be an ad-
venture laughs the volatile lady air
lily. The ferocious bandit have read
of! This Bellacoscia who kills gen.
darmes as if they were flies! That's
greater than even pork packer, a
cattle man or a Count Danella. isn't
it? thank you for the bandit. Mr.
Barnes"
Barnes runs down the stairs and
steps out upon the porch.
A happyfaced young man with
elated air and dust-covered clothes is
squirting hastily up the avenue, a ma
tive boy trotting beside him. Seeing
the American, he calls out: Glad to
hear you and Enid are again yard
arm to yardarm; though you look love-
sick enough, Barnes of New York.
Awaking with start, Burton looks
at him and gasps. Edwin, you here?"
Easy enough. | found letter left
with Lady Chartris' housekeeper by
my wife to be delivered to me this
morning, which told me Marina had
come to Bocognano. So | rushed into
Nice. BY good luck | found Aling-
hams yacht was coming straight to
A1accio. For my sake he put on
steam. | made the 25 miles up here
from the Corsican capital on a horse,
arriving before they extinguished the
lights in the inn. There they told me
of my noble wife and how Marinas
words had banished our vendetta from
Bocognano"
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