The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-05-10

poison rings-one With n slid
ing panel: the other. still more
dangerous. Il lion with sharp
claws. the claws followed and com
munciating with a small poison re-
ceptacle. We must he careful how
we finger that ring when we take
our treasure out Of the easkct Yes.
and the casket itself l. worth looking
AZ. By nm Ingenious system of clock
work, the cover could not he opened
in less than twelve hours"
"And where where are all these
treasures demanded Mrs. Gordon.
taking her eyes from the cathedral for
the moment
My dear lady. 80 far rs | know.
they are here IN Venice
lin Venice | cried.
But. unfortunately. they disappear
ed nearly 900 years ago"
But nj least tell us whose the gems
we're" I asked.
"Ah. yes. that mt least | can tell YOU.
The ems belonged to Beatrice d'Este.
duchess of Milan and wife of Ludovico
- clt taN itu tltll W TIE
doge Of Venice Ia raise money for her
husbands army
why are you reminded Of them So
particularly this ~aftcrnoon.'' | persist
ed c%uriously.
Because we are going to see the
box that Is said to have contained the
easket."
lin the palace of our duke:' asked
Jacqucline's aunt.
81. Hilary bowed. In the palace
OF our duke. madam
And how did 1t come there:" | ask
ed in my turn,
1T Is said that the dukes ancestor.
a great goldsmith in Venice
lie ended his sentence abruptly.
Here comes our duke" he said.
! looked up. He was tall. His fig-
ure was AZ noble as his carriage. His
hand rested lightly on his sword hilt.
His bold eyes. of II piercing blue.
searched Iacqucline'S lovely face. lie
had the all %conqucring air of a YOUNG
god. His eyes wandered to mine. We
looked steadily ut each other. We
measured each otler. lnstinctivciy |
d~istrustel him.
-. Hilary mude the introdlct.ous.
Il have asked my friends Ia 20 with
me. | have not taken too great II lib
erty?" he said IN French.
Not at ALL" assured the duke. II
am only sorry | have kept the ladies
waiting. Ny launch is waiting AT the
Moio. Shall we go Mt once
The l'alazzo ,la SPStus was for many
years II of the sights az the Grand
canal. Ii is not more beautiful than
q score of others. Its soc distinction
lay In the fact that its ffded green
shutters had been barred Tor some
thing more than half II century, 9th
or palaces are closed for n year FOR
ten wears. But for fifty years ho
butcher or baker had pulled the rusty
bell rope nj the little rear street: no
goldoia had paused ut its moss grown
steps. II had acquired something of
mystery. II was pointed out 10 the
tourist as inevitably as the glass fac
tory of Salviati.
But to-day the wide iron gates stood
open The steam launch swep; he
tween the palace steps and the huge
spiles. still proud In their very decrrl'
itllde. crowned with the corno AMI
adorned with the Ia Scstos cr,at If
arms. \ servant. shaking and bot,
hlhg his white Old head. stood on the
marble steps that dipped down to the
water.
We entered the e~hoing hail. aud IN
mdcScrlirlhle Wlor of damp mortar aud
dnst made us cough. st. Hilary. who
had unconsciously taken the lead. east
= dls'lainfu' eye ON the bare walls and
hurried to the stairway.
Vt thp lindin: We piusel. Two
mlssiNelv carved doors faced Us. the
one opening on the Slia Granlc. the
oiher 10 u hing sict ession of small re-
'eptlan rooms. leading one out Of the
"'her- l.nlgi trcmb'ingly unlocked the
uoors or the sala and threw them back
WIN ceremony. holding high above
MS head Il fiickerin. candle.
Great yellow sheets shrouded every.
thihs-the tapestries. the pictures. the
furniture. st. Hilary lore the sheets