The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-03-27
BY CHARLES GARVICE
CContinued.)
Author of "Just a Girl,'' "Diana and Destiny
 AAa Wc1fs Clothing" etc.
Copyright, 1909 By George H. Doran Company

"Oh, go on,-go on." Ronald ad- jured him.
 -Yes. sir." responded Smithers de- precatingly. I'm goin' as fast as l can. The young woman says that she told 'er mistress of Ter meet1n' with me, and, when she 'eard I was an. Englishman, the poor young lady fell a-tremblin', with the tears in CT eyes. and implored the young 'ooman to give me a letter to to give to the captain of the yacht, askin' i'm, if e 'ad 'eart in is bosom, to take it to the island of Tricapia-'.
 Ronald's face went white; he stretched out his hand. crying hoarse- ly:
 -.The letteri-the letter.
 He snatched it from Snithers' hand and carried it to the light. Some what prepared as he had been, he started and shook as he saw the ad- dress To Robert Carew, Tricania." :" His hand shook so violently that he could scarcely open the envelope; and when he had done so, he could scarce- ly read the few lines, every, word O. which struck on his heart. They ran:
 '.Dearest,-
 .I was taken from the island. There was no time, no chance of writ ing to you. I was brought here to the Villa Romano. I am watched night and day. I am kept close prisoner My maid, Nita, who has come to pity me. has promised to give this letter to her lover, to forward to the captain of the yacht. He is an Engiishman; he will do so. If you get this letter, come to me. Oh, come to me quickly, or shall! No, I shall not die, for I shall live in the hope of seeing you again, thought it may not be for years.
 Cara"
 Ronald read this piteous appeal twice, thrice; the gardens, the whole world, seemed spinning round him in a mad frenzy. With the letter crush ed in his hand, he sank against a tree and fought for caimness, for the power of thought Cara there, a prisoner, subjected to that mans vio- lence. in the hands of a half-mad wretch, an interruptions adventurer and thief What should he, Ronald, do? His first impulse was to storm r~S r>z hut "a knew that such a desperate plan was fraughc with difficulties, might en- danger Cara's safety. What should he do?
 touch of Smithers' hand.
 Its something serious, sir?" whis- pered Smithers. "You-you know the young lady, sir?"
 Know her." he said hoarseIy 'Tt's the girl I love, am going to marry; and she's shut up there!"
 Ronald laughed wildl, half in sanely.
 Smithers drew still nearer him.
 For Gods sake, old yerself in
 
 low it is now, sir. But dcn't you give way, MT. Bonnie! Luck's on our side Ain't it provin' itself SO? Think of me meetin' that young woman, think O 'er givin' me that letter, meant for you ,yerself, here close ut and Come back to the yacht, sir: Nothin' can be done tonight; and you want time to think I've got a car riage awaitin'; for ,eaven's sake, come with me! Why, Tor bless yer 'eart, Mir. Ronnie, ain't afeared; I know we'll enough that, if she was inside Noogate. you'd get 'er out. I'm goin' mornin' to tell Ter what the captain says-I didn't let on as I was takin' the letter direct to you-''
 Ronald pulled himself together; he gripped Smithers shoulder and looked at him as an Englishman looks when he cannot express his emotion
 Tt was a lucky day I met you, Smithersi" he said. ''Yes, we'll get her out, if we have to pull the place down. stone by stone,"
 Smithers' face lit up with a fierce ness which was almost as savage as Ronald's
 "Yes, sir; if we have to blow this fiowery hell sky high. Here's the car riage, sir. Once aboard the Iugger and the prize-' I beg your pradon, sir; you must excuse me; I'm a bit off my 'eda. To think of that poor young lady shut up there bein' your own sweetheart Oh, throw me off a roof! Pardon, sir.-pardon, Don't you mind me. sir; I'm 'alf balmy,"
 But Ronald was not listening; his eyes were already straining towards the villa
 CHAPTER XXIV.
 Greek Meets Greek.
 An hour after Ronald and Smith
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