San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-08-17
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Jenny Pendean engages Mari
Brendon. famous criminal investi
gator, TO solve the mystery of the
disappearance of Michael, her hus
band. from his home on Dartmoor
| Pendean is last seen in the com
| pany of Robert Redmayne, Jenny's
uncle. when the two men go to
Michaels new bungalow near Fog
eintor Quarry.
Blood is found on the floor of the
cottage and witnesses tell of having
seen Robert ride away on his motor
the saddle. The sack is found at a
far distance from the scene OF
mystery.
Jenny goes TO live with her uncle
Bendigo Redmayne. BrendOn visits
Bendigo's home and meets Giuseppe
.Doria, who works there. Bendigo
shows Mark a letter supposed TO be
from Robert Redmayne. Now 80 on
with the story.
Mr.. Redmayne went back to the
house, and Jenny, who stood by
them. walked as far as the top of
the steps with BrendOn.
Don't think / bear any i'll will
to this poor wretch" she said. I'm
only heartbroken, that's all. I used
to declare in my foolishness that
had escaped the war. But not is
the war that has killed my dear.
dear husband-not Uncle Robert. l
see that now"
at is all TO the good that you can
be so wise" answered Mark quietly.
81 admire your splendid patience and
courage. Mrs. Pendean, and-and-I
would do for you. and will do, every
thing that wit of man can"
"Thank you. kind friend" she re-
piled. Then she shook his hand and
babe him farewell.
Twill you let me know il you leave
here?" he asked.
"Yes-since you wish it,"
They parted and he ran down the
steps, scarcely seeing them. He felt
that he already loved this woman
with his whole soul. The tremen-
dous emotion swept him, while rea-
son and common sense protested.
Mark leaped aboard the waiting
motor boat and they were soon
speeding back to Dartmouth. while
Doria spoke eagerly. But the pas
senger felt little disposed to crafty
the Italians curiosity. Instead he
asked him a few questions respect
ing himself and found that the other
delighted to discuss his own affairs.
Doria revealed southern levity
and dissatisfaction that furnished
Brendon with something to think
about before the launch ran to the
landng-stage at Dartmouth.
"How comes it you are not bacl; in
your own country. now the war is
Over:' he asked Doria.
at is because the war is over that
have left my own country. signor."
answered Giuseppe. 81 fought
against Austria on the sea; but now
now Italy is an unhappy place-no
home for heroes Mt present. / am
not a common man. I have a great
ancestry-the Doria of Dolceaqua in
the Alpes Maritimes. You have heard
of the Doria?" a
I'm afraid not-histors isn't fmy
strong suit.
son the banks of the River Nervia
the Doria had their mighty castle
and ruled the land of Dolceaqua. A
fighting people There was a Doria
who slew the Prince of Monaco. But
great families-they are like nations
their history is a sand hill in the
hour-glass of time. They arise and
crumble by the process of their own
development. 81. Time gives the
hour-glass a shake and they are gone
to the last grain. l am the last
grain. We sank and sank till only
/ remain. My father was a cab driv-
er at Bordighera. He died in the
war and my mother, too. is dead.
have no brothers but one sister.
She disgrared herself and is l hope.
now dead also. know her not. So
I am left, and the fate of that so
mighty family lies with me alone
q family that once reigned as soy
ereign princes"
Brendon was sitting beside the
boatman in the bows of the launch.
and he could not but admire the
Italians amazing GOOD Looks More