Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1917-05-24
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(Copyright, by ". @. Chapman.)

strange home that naQ Deen my dDoue
for two months was also regretful.
This was Miss Naomi Sterling.
She acted otherwise; in fact, distant,
and fancied an expression Of distinct
censure In her beautiful face. At all
events no opportunity was afforded me
to fathom or explain. Her employer
and my own had coldly handed me an
envelope containing, knew, my week
salary, with the words:
''You can go at once"
And he added darkly suspicious
and resentful look in his ever-restless,
ever-probing eyes:
"And you need not refer to me-"
Miss Sterling, who was the reading
companion of his invalid wife, stood
nearby as he spoke. She had directed
a searching look at me. Then she
dropped her eyes. | saw tear fall.
Then, there being nothing more TO say,
/ bowed politely and left the room and
the house
need not have been surprised at the
action of Marevelli, for he was ever an
autocratic, eccentric old man. He was
of Italan-French extraction, had in
herited fortune and had given his
life to study along artistic and scien-
tiflc lines He had whole cabinets
stored with curios. and Il magnificent
library. | had been employed TO cata-
logue all of those besides acting as his
secretary. The mien of my employer
and the general atmosphere of the dull
old house were gloomy and unfriehdly
alike. My labor was light and con
genial, however, and then again | was
occasionally thrown into the company
Of Miss Sterling.
Icannot describe the rare dream OF
grace and beauty that drew me under
the influence of this peerless creature.
She was mostly in the rooms of the in
valid mistress, and there was little
opportunity for more than n casual
greeting, or a few words exchanged at
the table. There was the walled gar
den, however, and | managed to stroll
there whenever | saw Naomi among
the flowers and shrubs.
Twice l spent delightful half-hour
with her. l left after those occasions
fully impressed with the hope, nay,
the conviction, that she read my love
which she had betrayed had given me
hope. One day she gave me rose from
her bosom and blushed and moved
away quickly. | determined upon a.
confession of love the next evening,
but before that day was over I was
summarily dismissed from the service
of Marevelli, as l have told you.
had only small amount Of money
ut my command and NY first idea was
of going East, where l had business
friends. The thought of Naomi de.
tered me. While her latest action had
clearly repealed me, yet | could not
readily forget her. AS | left the Mare.
yelli mansion | tried TO fathom the
cause of the drastic action of its own.
err Suspicion seemed to be the i'm.
polling motive of his behavior; bur.
why in my case? | was aware that
he had been the victim, as Il countrymun
of wealth, of that mysterious league of
villains known as the "Black Hand ]
had seen their letters, menacing him,
demanding large amount of money rs
hlackmalI, or his life. Outside of the.
usual sordid motive of personal gain
OF these Schemers, l had heard that
Mareyelli was especially detested by
these especial members OF the league
on account of some political differences
reaching back TO his former career in
Italy.
Always on guard against those mai
eyolent plotters, generally viewing
them with contempt instead Of fear,
was it possible that Mareyelli suspect
ed me as possible spy in their inter
est? Further, was 1t probable that he
had impaired these suspicious TO his
wife, who in turn had communicated
them to Naomi?
/ dwelt strongly, mentally, on this
phase of the situation. Several times
during the ensuing week | lowered
about the Mnreyelli place. l caught
sight of Naomi only once. She was in
the garden. l lifted my hat, She
bowed in return, Sudly. l thought, and
went into the house. l was 0ggrieved,
disappointed; but at least she did not
betokcn her former cOldnesS.
I had just finished a promenade past
the house one evening when sinister
faced man Of foreign east swung along
by my side, He was specious and in
Sinuating In his address. After dwell
ing upon a few indifferent, everyday
comments, he eyed me keenly.
Had l better say something in my
mind l had to speak?" he inquired,
craftily.
"Why not?" l submitted.
Every wen. | know who you are
Adrian Noble. recently the victim of
a within of the hard tyrant in yonder, |
Luigi Marevelh."
Il was his secretary once yes" l ad- |
mitted.
"You cannot feel very kindly toward |
him. II should tell you that the nip |
ping in the bud II a vast political con
Spirucy in which MareveiU Is lrralvo
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