Bisbee daily review., 1916-08-27


 whitehead, through the silent house, hurried on along the narrow garden paths, and suddenly slackened his pace as he approached the thick shrub bery beyond The sound of voices came to his ear. Creeping forward he cautiously parted the branches. There, screened from the world about them, Palidori stood gazing down into his wife's eyes.
 'I cannot give you the key" he heard her say. My husband still has it."
 "Then what can we do?" asked the Italian.
 q will give it to you tonight It will be safer then" was the auaver- ing answer.
 Then you must give me more than the key" murmured Palidori.
 Golden. dropping back, staggered away like a stricken animal and heard no more. His last hope had withered out. The worst was known. He re- entered his home, like a man in a dream. He sat gray-faced at his desk, a sweat of agony beading his great body. Then. after an hour of silent wrestling with his soul. the natural belligerency of the fighting man awak- ened in him. Seeing only one course before him, he sent curtly for three Of his retainers, three huge negroes whom he knew he could trust. To each of these he handed out a belt and holster containing a revolver. Then he briefly and coldly gave his orders. This island" he grimly announced, makes it's own laws."
 And late that night. when the hour for his intervention drew nearer, he was almost able to exult in finding something against which to centrGliZe all his earlier vague suspicious. He moved with both calmness- and pre- cision. He showed the quick instinct of the trained hunter in seeking cover behind the heavy pOrtieres, for the French window beside him command ed a view of both the library within and the moonlit garden without. And along the shrubbery of this garden he soon detected Palidori stealing. car rying a traveling-bag in his hand and a coat over his arm. Through the soft ly lighted library. a minute later, the figure of Golden's wife slowly ad- vanced. She crept out through the French windows. which stood open, stepped down into the garden, and T,r r1, r11 Tr where Palidori stood waiting in the shadows.
 The watching husband could see the two come together he could hear the mGrmur of whispering voices, he could see Palidori's hand go out and clasp the woman's.
 q will not go alone. I love you, and want you to be happy!"
 The woman's answer could not be heard But Palidori, stepping sudden ly forward, clasped her in his arms, and forced back her head until his lips smothered the cry that rose to her own.
 It was then that the planter stamped on the wooden floor, not with mere rage, but as a signal to his waiting servants. He could hear his wife's call for help. for already his three huge negroes had darted through the bushes and surrounded Palidori.
 The Italian. drawing his revolver as he wheeled about, found his fire arm suddenly knocked from his hand. I-,-1.,, b,g,ro NoT1o., ,o,,Ia roorI, hin, he was seized and overpowered and held prisoner. The master of the manor, once his path was plain, was not given to hesitation.
 "Tie up that man. was his curt command, and take him to the manor cellars!"
 Then Golden turned to his wife.
 You will come with mel" he said. as he pointed towards the open French windows.
 It was not until she reached the l center of the lighted room that she i turned and regarded him with wound ! ed yet pleading eyes.
 You have dishonored my home, 1 and my name That leaves you only 1 one thing Co do. You will go from 1 that home, he cried, with increasing ! passion. 'I want you to go, and go | now. and never cross my path again.
 Wait" she cried. with her hand . on her heart. Listen to"
 Tt is too late for words. I said. Un- | til you leave this house, l cannot breathe in it.
 But I did nothing wrong. Oh, God, if had only known! If r."
 ''I want you to go," he repeated.
 Goldcu's hand trembled as she . passed out through the door. but oth- erwise he gave no sign Of the feelings ! swaying him.
 He took a great breath. strode across the room. passed down the si- lent hall. and threw open the mas sive oak door that led 10 the manor cellars.
 These cellars were a series of gloomy chambers. almost dungeoulike |. in the massiveuess of their walls. a relic of the older slave days when Windward island was both a distribut- ing point for the African traders and a raiding place for the Caribbean free .G.