The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-05-12

IlCutS Va NcfHheI SIOSVeuOT ana the
Principi di Monte Blanca. your father
and mine-ot' fools: To tell he truth.
am badly In iced Of money. and.
head Of BacchuS. your appearam
here Is life to me. my Gear Sonia.
Life! AIN rich man. But" with q
sudden scowl. what position in my
household does this gentleman occu-
py?" indicating Hillard and smiling
evilly.
$50 it is all true, them Hillard
exclaimed. You are his wife,
"Well:" cried the prince impatient
~. Il inquire again, what position
does he hold?"
This villa is mine." she answered,
her tone giving hint to the volcano
burning III her heart However the
estates may be partitioned, this will
be mine. l command you to leave it
at once. I loathe YOU"
The prince laughed. She was simply
sack Of gold. But this was his hour
Of triumph. and he proposed to make
the most Of it.
II could have let the carabinieri
take you to prison." he said urbauely.
"A night in Il damp cell would have
chastened your spirit"
els it possibe:" returned Hillard
"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. evil you goa"
to the prince.
presently. First l wish to add tina t
your dear friend is both thick skulled
and cowardly. offered to slap his
face few nights ago. but he discreet
ly declined"
II am calm" replied Hillard, gently
releasing his arm from her grasp He
approached the prince. smiling. but
there were murder and despair in
his heart. Had l known you that
night one of us would not be here
now"
ut is not too late" suggested the
prince. Come, are you in love with
my wife?"
Eyes,
The bluntness of this assertion rath-
er staggered the prince. "You admit
it, then?" his throat swelling with rage.
"There is no reason to deny it,
"She is your
But the word died with q cough.
Hillard. Il wild JOY in his heart, caught
the prince by the throat and jammed
him back against the rose satin panel
Hiilard seized his sword arm and pin
ned it to the panel above his head
Again and again the prince made des-
perate attempts to free himself He
was soon falling in bad way. He
gasped, his lips grew blue and the
whites of his eyes bloodshot. This
man was killing him! And SO he was
for Hillard. realizing that he had LOST
everything in the world worth living
for, was mad for killing
La Signorina was first to recover
She sprang toward the combatants
and grasped Hillards hand. the one
buried in the princes throat, anG
pulled. She was not strong enough.
! "Merrihew! O'Mally! Quick! HI
is killing him. she cried wildly.
The two finally succeeded in separat
ing the men. and none too soon.
moment more and the prince had beer
a dead man.
| La Signorina turned upon Hillard
"And you would have done this thing
before my very eyes!''
II was mad" he painted, shamed. 81
love you better than anything else in
Gods world. and this man means that
I shall lose you"
The prince lurched toward Hillard
but fortunately Merrihew heard the
| slirhering sound of the saber as it left
its scabbard. Merrihew with a DIES
perate lunge stopped the blow. He
flung the saber at O'Mally's feet.
"You speak English" said Merrihew
in an ugly temper. you may sent
your orderly to the Hotel Italie tomor
row morning, and your saber will be
| given to him. We can get along with
out you nicely"
Meddlers! To return to Florence with
out his saber was dishonor. He cursed
them all rOundly and turned to LII
Signorina.
II am in the way here" he cried
But listen. You shall remain my
wife SO long as both Of US live. had
Intended arranging your freedom once
the estate and moneys were divided
but not now. You shall read my wife
till the end Of the book. for unless
meet you halfway the marriage con.
tract cannot be broken. In the old
days 1t was your conscience. The still
small voice seems no longer to trouble
you" turning suggestively to billiard
"You are stopping at the Hotel Italie p
II am. You will lind me there" re-
turned Hillard. with good understand.
ing.
Good! Your highness, tomorrow