The Texas Mesquiter. (Mesquite, Tex.), Vol. 27, No. 32, Ed. 1 Friday, February 5, 1909 Page: 3 of 8
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STORY Cy
/
r. Barnes,
American
By
Archibald Clavering Gunter
A Sequel to
Mr. Barnes of New York
&
Author of "Mr. Barnes of New York,"
"Mr. Potter of Texae,"
"That Frenchman," Etc.
Copyright, 1007. Dodd Mead & Co.. N. Y.
SYNOPSIS.
SYNOPSIS.
Burton H. Barnes, a wealthy American
touring- Corsica, rescucH the youns Eng-
lish lieutenant, Edward Gerard Anntruth-
er, and ills Corsican lirlde, Marina,
daughter of the Paolls, from the mur-
derous vendetta, understanding that his
reward is to be the hand of the xirl he
loves, Enid Anstruther, sister of the Eng-
lish lieutenant. The four lly from Ajae-
cio to Marseilles on board the French
steamer Const,•inline. The vendetta pur-
sues and as the quartet are about to
board the train for London at Marseilles,
Marina Is handed a mysterious note
which causes her to collapse and necessi-
tates a postponement of the journey.
Barnes gets part of the mysterious note
and receives letters which inform him
thut lie is marked by the vendetta. He
employs an American detective and plans
to beat the vendetta at their own game,
For the purpose of securing the safety
of the women Barnes arranges to have
I.ady Chartrls lease a secluded villa at
Nice to which tile party is to be taken
in a yacht. Barnes and Enid make
arrangements for their marriage. The
net tightens about Banres. He re-
ceives a note from La Belle Blackwood,
the American adventuress. Barnes hears
that Elijah Emory, his detective, has
been murdered by the Corsicans. He
learns that the man supposed to be Cor-
•regio, who followed the party on their
way to the boat, was Saiiceti, a nephew
of the count, and that Count Correglo
had been in Nice for some time prior to
the party's arrival. The count warns
Barnes not to marry Enid unless he
would have her also involved in the mur-
derous feud. Barnes and Enid are mar-
ried. Soon after their wedding Barnes'
bride disappears. Barnes discovers slip
has been kidnaped and taken to Corsica.
The groom secures a fishing vessel and
is about to start in pursuit of his bride's
captors when he hears a sct'fam from
the villa and rushes back to bear that
Anstruther's wife, Marina, is also miss-
ing. Barnes is compelled to dapart for
'Corsica without delay, and so he leaves
the search for Marina to her husband
while he goes to hunt for Enid. Just be-
fore Barnes' boat lands on Corsica's
shore Marina is discovered hiding In a
•corner of the vessel. She explains her
uction by saying she has come to help
Barnes rescue his wife from the Corsi-
cans. When Barnes and Marina arrive
in Corsica lie is given a note written by
Enid informing him that the kidnaping
is for the purpose of entrapping Barnes,
so the vendetta may kill him. Barnes
and Marina have unusual adventures in
-their search for Enid.
Quick, the path by which I can Inter- j
cept them anrt cut them off to the last
man!"
Marina looks at his fatti 1 pistols and
shudders! "Thank God, there is no
path!"
"Ah, then 1 will have to be con-
tent with the sentry, that fellow in the ;
beech tree there."
"My God, If you kill any of them,"
gasps Marina, "you will never get
Enid out of the Island alive. You came
to save her, not to murder her." She
puts a white Imploring hand on
Barnes, who is already preparing his
rifle. Then she suddenly half cries:
"Your wife! You want her!" and
points rar up to the top of the pass be-
tween the two great mountains, Ko-
tondo and Del Oro, and Barnes' eyes
following her baud, he sees figures
silhouetted against the clear blue Al-
pine air. All are mounted, and one is
surely a woman.
"You think that Is my wife?"
"I am sure of it. Saiiceti has only
left some of his men behind to waylay
you 11' you come on unguardedly."
Barnes doesn't even answer her.
His quick steps are carrying him so
rapidly in pursuit along the dizzy
mountain path that Marina, though
the poor girl half runs, can scarce
keep up with him.
Their path leads along the preci-
pices, now and again reaching some
little mountain valley through which
a stream trickles between stunted
pines, and about whose rocks are
growing the sweet forget-me-nots and
violets of Corsica.
But as they near the summit of the
mountain, darkness comes also and a
blinding mist, cold with the chill of
melting snow, descends upon them,
and enveloping them with a fleecy
sheen, the rocks and lichens about the
path are shrouded from their gaze.
They are above the timber line and
the great bare granite blocks bruise
Marina's tender feet as they stumble
among them.
The girl lays her hand upon her
companion's arm. "We may reach the
summit before darkness," she pants,
out of breath, "but the dizzy descent
on the other side is impossible without
daylight."
"I remember," answers Burton. "I
have passed down it hunting
moufflon." Then he takes off his hunt-
ing coat and places it carefully over
V
CHAPTER XII.—Continued.
They dash up the gorge for half a
mile and she says sharply, "It is
here," pointing to a steep ascent that,
cumbered by ferns and wild flowers,
makes a most unpromising roadway.
Then she catches her breath and
whispers: "You expect an ambush?"
for the American has now his rifle on
the saddle in front of him, western |
fashion, and his pistols ready in his
•belt.
"I do," answered Barnes and relates
the words of the shepherd.
"Quick!" cries the girl. "This trail J
will take you right up Del Oro, where
you cafi look down on Bocognano. By
it, you will get between your enemies
and your destination."
"My destination is my wife. She is
In this valley with those men."
"Oh, I think not. Saiiceti is too
crafty. He is still conveying Enid to
Bocognano and has left only some of
his followers to slay you. Come on."
Barnes follows his guide tip the
steep little path, that covered with
vines and wild flowers is difficult to
discern, but after they had gone a few
hundred yards, the rocks growing larg-
er, the trail more precipitous, Marina
says: "Here we must leave our ponies
and climb on foot." So they pasture
the two hardy little brutes in a vale
full of soft grasses and leave them
munching contentedly, Barnes, sling-
ing his haversack over his shoulder,
Marina having nothing to carry with
her.
Before her now strides the Ameri-
can, his alert eyes always glancing
down the steep declivities to their left,
fur the almost unused trail they are
following is hundreds of feet above the
travelled bridle path that keeps to the
torrent, dashing through the bottom of
the valley. After nearly an hour ol
this, the noise of a waterfall strikes
their ears, gradually growing louder.
Five minutes later, Barnes holds up
his hand cautiously. Marina's glance
follows his; far below them, conceal- j
ed in the big rocks that skirt thi
stream at the little bridge near the
waterfall, are several crouching,
armed men. A little farther down the
rapid, in the top of a big beech tree,
is perched another, his hand shading
his eyes from the rays of the declining
sun that shines in his face as he looks
down the pathway coming from the
east.
"These gentlemen are waiting for
me," remarks the American, in his
face the supreme joy of a sportsman
who will bag not only one head, but a
battue. He puts his rifle on the ground
loosens both revolvers in his belt ana
asks: "The way to descend the preci
pice from here?"
"Why?" falters the girl.
"Why? Because I am now the hunt
er," answers Barnes. "Do you think 1
am going to sparo the wretches who
have Btolen my wife? None of them!
Concealed in the Big Rocks That Skirt
the Stream Are Several Cronching
Men.
the delicate shoulders of his fragile
companion, already shivering in her
light summer garment under the icy
mist about her. "I am thinking of some
shelter for you, for we must pass the
night upon the mountain," he says
tenderly; then asks anxiously: "Do
you know one?"
"Y-e-s," she replies, her teeth chat-
tering, tfif we can reach it in this
storm. The little chalet where poor old
Tomasso sometimes took me when lie
brought me here as a child to pluck
the flowers of the mountain."
With this she turns abruptly to the
left, and Barnes following her, they
struggle up a couloir filled with mas-
sive boulders, but Hearing the summit
the mist becomes colder, the wind
sharper and the gloom more deep. Sur-
rounded, as they are, by frightful
precipices, this is appalling.
"I've lost my way," mutters Marina,
her voice low with faintness, but a
moment after she cries: "Ah, see the
gmnite cliff. Follow its wall! The
cabin is beneath it. But beware!
beyond the cabin there Is a very deep
crevice."
The wind howls about them. The
night is even blacker, but keeping the
sheen of the cliff close at his left,
Barnes stumbles over the granite
slabs almost carrying the exhausted
girl. Finally, compelled by the howl-
ing of the wind, he calls into her ear:
"Courage! I see the hut. Thank God,
someone has a fire inside it."
"Perhaps it is made by the awful
bandits, the Rochini and Romano who
murder so many poor travellers,"
shudders Marina.
But undeterred by this, using the
light as a beacon, her escort rapidly
approaches the open door of the little
cabin, from which issues a cheerful
gleam.
Suddenly they pause, for a deep
tone issues threateningly from its in-
terior: "Hola, if you are gendarmes,
beware of me!"
"Madre mia," gasps Marina, with
a low scream, "that voice."
"Bandit or no bandit, you shall give
us warmth and shelter!" calls Barnes
in answer. Then he too, stands
Astounded, as from the rough door
strides a man, and outlined by the
dickering blazes and surrounded by
the mists of the mountains Is a face
that makes Marina tremble and
shrink: "Holy Mother of God, a
ghost!"
For ft Is the countenance of her
foster father, old Tomasso Monaldl,
whom everyone had thought deati
from the night of her wedding.
But now the goblin recognizes her.'
it cries: "Marina! daughter of my
heart! you have come to succor your
poor old hunted down Tomasso," and
sinking on his knees, it catches the
half fainting girl's hand, and kisses it
reverently.
"You, alive, dear old Tomasso? Im-
possible!" half shudders, half sobs the
girl, sinking down beside the spirit
and looking into his deep, dark eyes
that gleam so lovingly upon her.
"Two weeks ago, on the morning of
the tragedy, De Belloc's soldiers re-
ported to that officer in my presence
that, they'd killed you," says Barnes
impressively.
"Bah!" sneers the ghost; "the ser-
geant, I suppose, told his officer they
shot me. The soldiers fired. It was
easier for me to fall down behind a
granite boulder than stand up and let
them shoot again, though it was the
darkness of the early morning. Then
I came up on the mountain here, and
fearing the soldiers would again pur-
sue me, I have been a hermit, de-
scending at night to the lower valleys
to garner chickens and steal sheep."
"Holy smoke," grins the American,
"here's the fellow for whose death
they have vendettaed me, alive and
talking!"
CHAPTER XIII.
"Glorious Bandits."
The storm fairly howls about them,
but Marina forgets it as Tomasso half
sobs: "Your coming here, dear mis-
tress, shows you forgive me for the
killing of the Englishman, your hus-
band, the one who murdered An-
tonio in the duel," and the flickering
light revealing Barnes' face, he ex-
claims: "The American who saw your
brother slain. Ah, now you agree with
me this accursed Anstruther's death
was just."
"Thank God, you didn't murder
him!" cries the girl. "Your stiletto en-
tered the heart of Musso Danella, who
deserved death for his lies."
"T killed poor Musso Danella?"
stammers the old Corsican. Then he
mutters as if he can't believe: "No,
no, I heard his groan as 1 struck
through the curtains."
" 'Twas the groan of Musso Dan-
ella," answers Marina. "That you
killed the right man proves my hus-
band innocent. 'Twas the hand of God
directed you." The girl's voice is very
reverent.
"Then if it was the hand of God,
Danella's death is sure proof your
husband killed not Antonio," says To-
masso solemnly, making the sign of
the cross; but again breaks forth:
"No, no—the proofs Musso gave to
both you and me made us believe this
Anstruther, your spouse, shot your
brother. The things he held up to our
very eyes "
"Were the property of another
English officer—one killed in action
on a British warship under the
Egyptian guns at Alexandria! Do you
think I'd live in the arms of a man
with my brother's blood upon him?"
cries the young wife fervidly.
"No, that is not possible, also,"
agrees old Monaldi.
"But," interjects Barnes, "while
you jabber here, your darling mistress
dies of cold."
"Oil, my heart is warm enough with
joy at seeing Tomasso live to make
me forget the icy wind," and the en-
thusiastic girl kisses the rugged face
of her old servitor.
"Nevertheless, I have not forgotten
supper," suggests the common-sense
American, and half drags Marina into
the cabin. "Eating first and affection
afterward."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
EFFECTS OF THE FOG.
Even Blind Men Lose Their Way—
The Ground "Sounds Different."
Nothing has such a bewildering ef-
fect as fog. Only animals which fin .
their way by scent can get about in
it. with any certainty, says Chums.
Birds are entirely confused by it.
Tamo pigeons remain all day motion-
less and half-asleep, huddled up, eith-
er in or just outside their houses.
Chickens remain motionless for hours
during heavy fogs. No bird sings or
utters a call, perhaps because it fears
to betray its whereabouts to an un-
seen foe. During one very thick fog
a Mind man was found wandering
about a certain district of London.
This man was in the habit of carrying
r.otes and parcels, and had scarcely
ever lost Ills way before, Asked why
lie had gone astray, for he was quite
blh'd, and it was supposed that weath-
er would have made no difference, he
said that in a fog the ground "sounded
quite differently."
LEWIS' "SINGLE BINDER."
A hand made cigar fresh from the
table, wrapped In foil, thus keeping
fresh until smoked. A fresh cigar
made of good tobacco Is the Ideal
smoke. The old, well cured tobaccos
used are so rich In quality that many
who formerly smoked 10c cigars now
smoke Lewis' Single Binder Straight
5c. Lewis' Single Binder costs the
dealer some more than other 5c cigars,
but the higher prlco enables tills fac-
tory to use extra quality tobacco.
There are many imitations; don't bo
fooled. There is no substitute! Tell
the dealer you want a Lewis "Single
Binder."
THE UNEMPLOYED.
"there's plenty of work about If you
only look for it."
"Yes, and by the time I've found it
all me energy's gone!"
Duration of Animal Life.
A great varianco as to length of life
appears among different animals.
Some insects live only for a few hours,
while fish, elephants and turtles are
frequently centenarians. Tho average
life of the mosquito is three days.
Toads usually live to the age of about
15 years, while carp have been known
to reach a hundred and fifty. Chickens
live from 12 to 15 years; dogs to the
age of 10 and occasionally 15, and par-
rots to extreme age. These birds have
been known to pass the age of 200
years. Turtles are also frequently cen-
tenarians, as are storks, and elephants
are said to reach the age of 300 years,
Oldest Bank In Maine.
The oldest bank In Maine is the
Lincoln National, In Bath. It wbk
started as a state bank in 181.'I, was
incorporated as a national bank In
1864, and has conducted business for
almost a centuiy,
MIX FOR COLDS
To one-half pint good whiskey, add
one ounce syrup sarsaparilla and one
ounce Toris compound, which can be
procured of any druggist. Take in tea-
spoonful doses before each meal and
before retiring. This relieves in 24
hours, and cures any cold that Is
curable.
Not a Trouble-Maker.
When six-year-old Oliver returned
from his first day at Sunday school his
father asked him what they had told
him, whereupon Oliver related as best
he could the miracle of the loaves and
fishes. His father suggested that the
story was a rather hard one to believe,
and asked the boy what he thought
about it, but Oliver evaded his fa-
ther's question. Tho next morning,
however, the two were alone at break-
fast.
"Father," said the boy, suddenly and
solemnly.
"Well," answered the father.
"I didn't believe that story about
the loaves and fishes yesterday," con-
tinued the child, in a quiet, confiden-
tial tone, "but I didn't say anything. I
ddin't want to start an argument."—
Success Magazine.
The Auctioneer's Hourglass.
An auctioneer of Philadelphia col-
lects all sorts of objects pertaining
to his ancient calling. Ho has, among
other things, an interesting set of auc-
tioneer's hourglasses.
The auctioneer, a century or so ago,
concluded a sale, not by saying "Go-
ing—going—gone!" and rapping the
counter with his hammer, but it waB
his better method to turn up a free-
running glass toward the end of the
bidding, and to end the sale irrevoca-
bly when the sands ran out. This
sr.ved confusion and dispute.
The auctioneer's glasses in the
Philadelphia collection are pictur-
esque. One is of tortoise shell and
mother of pearl. Another Is of amber
and gold. A third is of teak and
Ivory.
Would Bar the Judiciary.
Young ministers sometimes say
some very irreverent things when first
they get in harness, but seldom are
so broadly condemnatory as the young
clergyman who was called upon to act
as chaplain at the opening of a recent
term of court down in Maine.
After covering everything he could
think of as appropriate to say from re.
liglon to law, he closed his prayer
with the supplication: "And, finally,
may wo all be gathered in tho happy
land where there are no courts, no
lawyers and no judges."
Then they changed chaplains.
I
DIDN'T KNOW
Coffee Was the Cause.
Many dally habits, particularly of
• eating and drinking, are formed by fol-
lowing our elders.
In this way ill health is often fas-
tened upon children. A Ga. lady says:
"I had been allowed to drink coffee
| ever since I could remember, but even
as a child I had a weak stomach,
which frequently refused to retain
food.
"The taste of coffee was in my
mouth all the timo and was, as I found
out later, tho cause of tho stomach re-
belling against food.
"I now see that it was only from fol-
lowing the example of my elders that
I formed and continued the miserable
habit of drinking coffee. My digestion
remained poor, nerves unstrung, fre-
quent headache, and yet I did not sus-
pect the true cause.
"Another trouble was a bad, muddy
complexion for which I spent timo and
money for creams, massaging, etc.,
without any results.
"After I was married 1 was asked to
try Postum, and would you believe it,
I, an old coffee toper, look to Postum
from tho very first. We made it right
—according to directions 011 the pkg.,
and it had a most delicate flavor, and I
at once quit coffee, with the happiest
results.
"I now have a perfectly clear, smooth
skin, fine digestion and haven't had a
headacha In over two years."
"There's a Reason."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read, "The Road to Well-
Yllle." in pkgs.
Ever rend the above IHtrrf A nrn
on« nppeara from time to lime. They
«rt genuine, true, nod full of bunas
Interest.
Football v«. Prayer.
Willie, aged five, waB taken by his
father to his first football game. The
feature that caught his chief approval,
however, did not become evident till
he said his prayers that night. To the
horror of his parents, Willie prayed
with true football snap:
God bless papa,
God bless mamma,
God bless Willie;
Boom! Rah! Rah!
—Success Magazine.
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