The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1909-06-01

loading them through pines, becomes
and the inevitable chestnut trees
They have passed no one IN 'ne
darkness. In fart, they have not ye.
cone far enough to have any nope u
oyertaking Marina unless accloen' 100
hefallen her vehicle. Besides he'
horses were fresh; theirs, accoru.hs
to the hostler, had been ridden durins
the preceding day.
soon after. they dash through the
village of Vivalio, announced py .he
barking of some ours and the gruhtlhs
of some pigs Every house in the VII
,age ia closed end no one would open
for us in the dead OF night IN thlS iahu
of the vendetta" remarks Barnes.
They 20 to climbing again, and soon
after descend through the gorge OF the
rapid Vecchio, the river foamlng lar
beneath the road, while rocky hills
and sharp mountains rise on either
side.
They have knocked at no doors;
thew have made no inquiries; they
have only hurried on. But some houf
after the red-tiled houses of Corte
loom I'D before them and few min
utes later they jog their tired steeds
I'D one of the principal streets OF the
central inland town of Corsica, the
great Monte Rotondo now looking
down upon them
Above them are tall elm trees that
catch the rays Of the rising sun.
Thanked on each side by white stone
red-roofed houses, they pass between
the hotels Pierracci and Paol, almost
deserted now, this being the beginning
F Of the hot summer season. Along the
street are many placards indicating
the approaching election. Every time
, he sees the name of Saliceti, Barnes,
, COMPRISING his lips, thinks OF his lost
darling.
. At the Pierracci they learn from one
Of the walters that lady had paused
: to obtain a relay of horses, and had
brought out to her at her request a
: cup of coffee.
2 WAS she driven by an old MANI
e questions Edwin, hurriedly.
Eyes, with a beard like a bandit,
y answers the man with grin. THE
q carriage was full of cyclamen flowers
= You could smell them all over the
street"
Its your wife, whispers Barnes
n giving the man 20-franc piece tina
makes him look almost as happy a!
this news does Anstruther.
# only an hour ago, We will over
O take Marina long before she reaches
IS Bastia," cries Edwin.
IT They ride hurriedly, the road skirt
ing the torrent of the foaming Vecchi'
e until considerably over an hour afte
e. leaving Corte they reach Ponte-alla
h Lecchio, where the big bridge crosse
:" the river Colo. During this the horse
g. men note more signs of the comm
Is casting Of votes.
e. Some of the "Lucchese" workme
from Italy are throwing stones at a
! election placard that displeases then
1 THE pests from Lucca," mutters
: COrsican shOpkeeper as they buy
: glass of wine from him, ARE Away
riotOus, and at election times bate
4 every ones heads with stones-thei
own included. They've been here sine
sunrise fighting and brawling. / hear
4 their shouts when l was in bed. B,
II everyone pardons the Lucchese;' the
do all our hard work." adds the ma
n with grin, pocketing the coin Edwi
hands him.
4 But the wine shop keeper can te
\ them nothing of woman travelin
Il and to their establishment, though the
i make many inquiries, they hear of I
Il lady in carriage passing throus
i the village this morning.
It's quite possible" says Edwin
Barnes, "she didn't stop here. H
4 horses were fresh. She's gone on. \
one has noticed her."
II That's very true" answers Burto
though his face grows more concern
and gloomy.
j Therefore they ride rapidly alol
IRE over the now well-kept road, viii
ter generally skirts the Colo. Turni
north, they spur on over the eau,
way that crosses the great lagoo
ect and soon after passing through sol
= small villages, they come out upon t
ru- sea and ride almost straight along
pe shores, to enter that miniature Gen,
called Bastia, some two hours beft
Inc midday.
III Barnes pilots his companion to
'o'' Hotel de France. You should like II
NJ. lnn,' he observes; ''it's on the Bot
''iy ward Paoli."
mo Catching sight Of gentleman ir
tall hat and swallowtail coat, Bar,
+ho says: These are the only ones
=. corsica, | think, and that's Monsi,
,as Static, the head of the hotel. KIN
vow MIN. Now We'll get news of y,
,so wife; she's probably put up here"
nv (TO BE CONTINUED.)