The Press., 1912-01-10

Poli and found her not at home. He concluded to go in, wait for her, and if an opportunity occurred possibly he might put in practice SforZa's advice 1 He told the maid that he would re. main awhile; possibly Signorina Poll would soon return. The maid left him in the living room A door leading to the bed. rooms of the apartments stood open and Park was tempted to make an ex- ploration. He went into room where there was closet. He found the lat ter locked. Remembering Sforza' s words about this, he paled Another I door led to another room in the rear ! This door, too, was locked. Park went back into the living room and in few minutes called the maid and told her he would not wait longer.
 The American had crossed the Rubi. con and had entered the land of secret methods. He had become a spy on | the woman he loved. Obtaining some skeleton keys, he watched for Signo- rina Poli to go out, entered her apart ments in her absence and, unlocking both the doors that had barred his way, looked into the closet and the rear room.
 He was thunderstruck. There were disguises of various kinds, including wigs, spectacles and other parapherna- lia while on a dressing table stood articles for making up, such as are used by actors. Could his love be an actress? What ever she was, he realized that she would be dangerous person to take home to America as his wife. He had learned the first part of what he wish ed to know. For the second part what these disguises meant-he would consult his friend Sforza. He found him the next afternoon on the side walk in the Piazza Colonna.
 "Well," said Albert when they met, ''I have followed your advice"
 "What did you find?'' asked the other in an indifferent tone.
 "Disguises.''
 "Did you find any fursY' asked Sfor- ga, betraying some interest.
 'Why, yes; noticed fur coat"
 "Any thin tropical wearY'
 "No."
 Sforza slipped his wine and said no more.
 "What does it all mean?' asked AL bert.
 "How should know? One thing is patent-the lady has deceived you. or at least kept something from you in which she is engaged. You must not see her again"
 Albert groaned.
 "'I must go," said SforZa, emptying his glass. "I will see you later"
 ''You have no explantion of what these disguises mean?"
 "NOne whatever"
 Albert sat for awhile where he was, then came to a sudden resolution. He would go to Signorina PoH, tell her what he knew and hear what she had to say. If her explanation was not satisfactory he would take the next vessel sailing from Naples or Genoa for America. Rising, he crossed the Corso and, after walking a short dis tance, entered a street leading to the Spanish steps. In this street were Signorina PoIi's apartments He was nearing them when he saw his lady love emerge from the house, a cara bineer on each side of her. They took her to a carriage standing before the door and got in with her. Albert seach- ed the house as the carriage rolled away, and one of the carabinieri, look ing through the window, waved his hand to him.
 Great heavens! The man was Gio- Vanni Sforza.
 There were no more meetings in the Piazza Colonna, but Park went to the headquarters of the carabinieri and asked for Giovanni Sforza. There was no such name on the roster, but Albert found his man in the full uniform of a carabineer.
 You used me-" said Albert, ''to gain information of one you were shadow ing"
 ''I did" said the other coolly.
 ''Well, now that I have found you out, perhaps you will tell me who is Signorina PoHT'
 ''I do not know except that she is wanted by the Russian government"
 ''Can see her before she leaves?"
 "She has already gone"
 "Where?''
 ''To St. Petersburg, but I fancy she will go from there to Siberia.''
 Park turned on his heel and walked away without a word of adieu to his former friend. He, the American, has never been the same man since.