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+ ~ CHAPTER VIII.
The Glove and the Ring.

IN ASK nothing OF life--excepi
DEATH" said the Marchese
Baria.
"The one thing life can
not give" answered christopher
Race.
They were sitting together at Flor
isn's. In Venice, at one OF tho out-of'
doors tables They had met for the
first time that evening at o. IL was
two IN the morning, and they had
talked over since.
Christopher knew that Baria had
loved a lady, that they had been on
gagged: and that then he had lost
some thousands OF pounds. and had
received an adverse. opinion concern
Ing his health from an eminent doc
tor. The lady threw Baria over 70
take one more satisfactory, and the
Msrchcse wished to Forget her as
soon as possible. Tho only way In
which he felt himself able to do this
was by death. Suicide was barred be-
cause he had promised his mother
never to attempt his own destruction
as come OF his ancestors had done.
lis IL murder to annihilate per
son whose one wish is to die?' the
Marchese asked.
would regard IL so. Hut I can give
you a long, strong dose OF cold air
in my motor. What about coming on
with me until you pick UP pneumonia,
as you may do II II doesn't soon stop
ralningw
you are a good fellow. exclaimed
Baria. "Ths moment we exchanged
our arst words, felt you would DO
They started nost morning. There
were cold winds and bursts OF rain,
which delighted the Marchese Baria.
Each night he expected TO be Ill; but
no had instead an enormous appetite,
aeu slept as he had not slept since the
marriage OF his faithiess lady.
Christopher had entered Italy with
his late passengers by way or Mount
Genus. and the valley OF the hoya'
which route no was taking for tho re.
turn, was strange TO him. but he had
no fear OF losing the way. and hoped
20 reach Mentone by midnight
Scarlet Runners lamps and search.
light threw n binding glare ahead as
the car picked It's way. round sharp
curve after sharp curve OF rock,
down the slippery road. There was no
roason that anyone ahead should be
surprised, yet suddenly, taking
auick curve, the car all but dashed
into the leader OF three horses draw
ing market cart, Il
christopher put on the brake but
not In time to avoid frightening the
horses. The leader, whose pale gray
color CLEANED ghostlilse In the mere.
back upon his fellows, swerved, ana
Nyould have plunged over the preci.
pne, DRAGGING the other two horses
and the great covered cart with him
had not sa ria, ,pru ,hs 1 ps,n oil 'h' cur
IA soon as the clamor or paving
and snortIng ceased, Christopher be-
gan scoiding In French tho Invisible
aYou deserve 10 be In tho river" he
shouted, cor In jail, for not lighting
upi And on a road like this! what's
the matter with your Are you drunk
or only asleep7 Fellows like you
would sleep while the last trumpet
Nothing moved In tho darkness un,
der the big white hood which arehed
' I'm stir up the idiot" said Chris.
lie pesred under the cover Of the
cart. For a moment he was silent;
then he gave an exclamation
"Whats wrongY" asked the mar
IT can't make out yet, but it's very
queer" answered Christopher.
He flashed the white ray or an cleo
trio lantern into the dark tunnei un
der the canvas roof. There was IN ~
no human figure. yet IL did not lack
dramatic elements. Empty egg boxes
we're piled and tumbled In confusion. |
ON the broken heap lay woman
cloak, torn from collar TO hem; and
half.hidden under the folds OF m
travelling bag OF alligator skin gsped |
wide and empty as II IL had been |
wrenched open In mad haste or fury; |
Among the boxes and scattered \
articies of a woman's wardrobe. And
on the back of the drivers seat a
little gray, gsufnieted glove held the
reins. and was itself kept In place by