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Up to that very morning life for
Arturo and Marie Bocetti had been
wonderfully happy. They had pros
pered in the new country where they
were making their home and Arturo
was winning a name for himself as
well as money. He played in the Or
onestra at the Venetian theater and
gave lessons on the violin. Marie
often accompanied him on the piano,
to which she pointed proudly, and she
assured me tina. they would play for
me some day If only he came back to
her.
you don't know that he's gone
away from you, dear" said
moment of tempest and sunshine
combined followed, and then Marie
went on with her story. That morn
ing the postman had brought let
ter, which was the beginning of all
her troubles. When she gave it to
Arturo she noticed how curiously he
looked at the envelope. He put down
his violin abruptly-with far less care
than he generally gave to his beloved
fiddle.
He stood looking at the envelope a
moment or two. then tore 1t open and
started violently as he read it. Marie
hurried to his side, but he crumpled
the letter. showed it into his pocket
and answered nervously and hastily
that 1t was a business letter.
HE never have da secret from me-"
cried Marie. II start to question him
some more. but he leava da room. I
begin to think why he not show me
letter-and then 1 decide he havn da
sweetheart. That letter from herr
"Oh, no. Marie-that isn't fair.
Don't you see you're just building up
story for yourself on one tiny little
episode? There may have been an
explanation for Arturo's actions"
Marie shook her head.
1t appeared that presently, when
her husband came back, she had gone
to him with all the self control she
could muster. She was ready to give
him the benefit of the doubt. She put
her hands on his shoulders and looked
at him. But the eyes which always
met her gaze frankly and steadily,
avoided hers.
He tried to smile openly and hon
estly as her Arturo always smiled.
But he could not manage 1t. Then
to be nothing he could say. Finally
he kissed her on the cheek-without
any of the warmth and love she had
always been given. A moment later
he took off her clinging arms and hur-
ried from the room.
"Then l go to our-now you say
stronga box-and he hava take mucha
our money-for her-to buy her
mucha prettyi Is notta that guilt ~
laughed Marie almost triumphantly.
I fancied that like most untutored
souls, she actually found a certain joy
in her misery
Questioning revealed that Arturo
had not forgotten his violin. Marie
seemed for the time being almost jeal-
OBS of thati
"Shall we meet him at the theater
now?" 1 asked.
The girl agreed eagerly and we
hurried down to the dark street
again.
AT last we came to corner inter-
sected by an ally which Marie ex-
planned led to the stage entrance of
the Theatre di venezia.
Then 1 noticed man lurking in
the darkness. The shadows almost
concealed him, but they gave me a
terrifying glimpse of a heavy. brutal
countenance. What could he be do
ipx
ing?
At last the orchestra began to make
its way to the exit.
''That's my Arturo" whispered
Marie, suddenly.
l saw a slender, romantic looking
youth with violin case under his
arm. He hesitated for a moment and
then hurried down the alleyway. Then
boy, who had evidently been hiding
of the theater, ran to him with a note.
Arturo started.
1t was clear that he was confused,
annoyed and almost terrified. He
looked at the note uncertainty for a
moment, but the darkness was impene-
trable; he could not read It. He
moved along the gloomy passageway
toward the more brightly lighted
Streets. The man in the shadows
came out of his concealment and be-
gan to follow Arturo.
He was unconscious of all OF us
the pursuing man, the suspicious wife
and the oniooker.
Arturo stepped out into the light,
glanced at the note in his hand,
crumpled it into little ball and SO
dropped it. Then he moved on-with
certain air Of grim and fixed de-
termine tior.
The key to the situation was the
note which Arturo had dropped. I