The Knox County News (Knox City, Tex.), Vol. 4, No. 42, Ed. 1 Friday, November 6, 1908 Page: 3 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
Burton H. Barnes, a wealthy American
touring Corsica, rescues the young Kng-
HSU lieutenant, Kdward Gorard Anstruth-
S«'„„£?d Corslcan bride, Marina,
daughter of the F&olls, from the mur-
?Í£ÍLU j vendetta, understanding that his
•reward Is to be the hand of the girl ho
ove., bnld Anstruther, sister of the Eng-
lish lieutenant. The four fly from Ajac-
oio to Marseilles on board the French
steamer Constantino.
CHAPTER I.—Continuad.
"A wire from somebody who knew I
was on this boat," thinks the Ameri-
can, and hastily tearing it open, reads:
jBurton H. Barnes,
Steamer Constantino arriving Mar-
seilles. Ajacclo, May 26, 1883.
, En evant double quick! The devil Is be-
ihlnd you. Look out for Saliceti. Details
|by letter. De B.
From Instinct Mr. Barnes touches
his hip pocket just to be sure hlB re-
volver is there. Then he paces the
deck meditatively for a moment, cogi-
tating: "Something must be happen-
ing In Corsica for that old Algerine
'campaigner De Belloc to send such a
| dispatch. Best the ladies don't see
¡this," and tears the message up, toss-
ing the pieces overboard. As he doeB
so Miss Anstruther is beside him, a
fluffy white parasol over her head.
"I think," says Mr. Barnes, "we'll go
to London as soon as possible. We
¡have but 20 minutes to catch the train.
¡Ah, here's Tompson with the valises!"
'He takes Miss Anstruther's maid, an
English girl of about 20, and rather
'helpless in a French-speaking coun-
try, puts her with the heavier articles
of their baggage into a volture and
jdispatches her to the railroad depot at
once. Returning to his fiancee on the
deck of the boat, he says impatiently:
"Why doesn't Edwin bring Marina on
deck?"
This is answered by the young Cor-
slcan bride herself. "My husband,"
she lingers on the word radiantly,
"will be along in a minute. He is
cording up our baggage, sailor fash-
ion. 'All atauto,' I think Edwin calls
it. Is it all ashore now, dear Mr.
Barnes," and Marina drapes her light
traveling robe with graceful hand
about her pretty feet.
"Yes, as quickly as possible. Come,
Enid!"and the American leads the way.
Marina waves Her hand to hor hus-
band, who springs down the gangplank
carrying the corded articles and cries:
"Hurry, Edwin! Twenty minutes to
catch the Paris train."
"Then I've got you in time!" shouts
a voice from the quay that makes
Barnes start and turn about.
Before them stands Miss Maud Char-
tris, her high, bronzed boots more
bronzy than ever, the cardinal red of
her long, silk stockings that outline
her legs from knees to ankles even
more aggressively gleaming. A pert
little sunshade is over her straw-hatted
head, which is adorned by two long,
blonde pigtails tied with blue ribbons
which she flops about defiantly. The
rest of her between knees and neck is
a white muslin frock and pink sash.
"Ma said I was to catch you, Edwin,
at the boat if you came on it. She
wants you at her hotel, the Grand, Rue
Noailles. You're to look after that
plumbing Job in her house in London.
The master plumber is robbing her."
"Awfully sorry I cannot accommo-
date your mother, Maud," remarks An-
struther. The carriage engaged by
Barnes is standing ready for them.
"We steer straight to the depot. I
thought your mother was in London
already."
"No, we're going back to Nice. Von
Bulow is there. Between us all, ma
means to marry him. How I pity the
German. I'll ride up with you and tell
you all about It," cries the Chartris
girl, whose widowed mother Bternly
represses the unfortunate Maud from
growing into young ladyhood and abso-
lutely denies her birthdays till she,
Lady Chartris, has captured another
husband.
Already Enid and Marina are on the
back seat, Anstruther steps in; Barnes
likewise.
"Rpom for one more!" cries Maud,
who springs in and kisses both of the
young ladies effusively.
Already the carriage having rolled
up the Boulevard des Dames and
passed the Arc de Triomphe has
turned Into the Rue Bernard du Bois,
making for the big railway station,
out .of which nearly all trains leave
Marseilles not only for Paris, but
everywhere else.
"You give my compliments to your
mother, Maud," remarks the sailor,
trying to cut off Maud's conversation.
"Tell her to write me at my London
address and I'll hoist her plumber at
the yard-arm."
By this tima they are at the great
«Utlon. Miss Chartris skips out and
the rest follow her from the carriage.
Trains are ready to leave for the four
quarters of the globe; the platforms
are filled with hurrying passengers.
It is hard to believe a medieval ven-
detta can be inserted on such a scene.
Barnes, glancing at his watch, finds
they have ten minutes before the train
departs: he says sheerfully but hur-
riedly: "Look out for the ladies, Ed-
win; I'll find Tompson and the rest of
the baggage," and goes off to get the
tickets and make the necessary ar-
rangements.
But "look out for the ladles," is
more ea- y said than done.
Three jabbering porters have seized
their hand baggage and are carrying
it in sections towards different trains
that will scatter the pieces to the west
and the Pyrenees, to the east and Italy.
Edwin pursues these; then Enid
gives a gasp. Another porter, calling:
"Arles, Tarascón and Avignon!" has
pounced upon her special handbag and
is rushing away with it. Miss An-
éanos and rug, and I looked round and
she'd got it in the neck!"
"Not a dagger?" shudders Enid. But
a hasty Inspection of Marina's white
throat relieving her, Miss Anstruther
cries: "Maud, how dare you use such
ambiguous Americanisms! What has
she got?"
"How do I kndw?" pouts Maud, ag-
gressively. "She was too groggy to
speak."
"It can't be paralysis!" shudders the
groom, trying in vain to revive Ma-
rina.
"Not a bit," answers Barnes, after
hasty examination.
"Do you think we dare put her on
the train?" queries Edwin, anxiously.
"As a friend, I would say wo must
get her away, but—" The Amerlcau
pauses.
"Mercy! You have some news from
AJaccio?" Enid breaks in, trembling.
"No more news, only it is wise to be
moving on. But," Burton feels the
fluttering pulse of the bride, "but as a
doctor, my opinion is she must remain
here for a few hours at least. I'll get
a carriage. Here, Tompson," he says
to the maid who had followed him
from the crowd in the depot, "help your
mistress with the grips!"
The two gentlemen support Marina
outside the station, and Maud follow-
ing, says: "Take her to the Grand,
our hotel. Ma's got lovely rooms there."
"Yes, it's only a short distance," re-
marks Barnes, "and we can make your
wife comfortable at once."
The whole party soon reach the
Grand hotel on the Rue Noaillea. Here
they are received with mixed exclama-
tions of surprise and delight and then
concern by Lady Chartris. "Marina
"But as a Doctor, My Opinion Is She Must Remain Here for a Few Hours'
Rest."
struther flies after him, leaving Maud
and Marina together.
Five minutes later, Barnes returns
to find Edwin supporting Marina,
whose face is very pale, and whose
eyes are scarcely conscious. Were it
not for the stout arm about her, she
would fall to the platform of the great
station, under the feet of the hurry-
ing throng. .
Miss Chartris is gazing meditatively
at her, chewing the blue-enameled
knob of her parasol and furtively tuck-
ing something in her glove.
"What the deuce has happened to
her?" asks the American.
"She Is too ill to speak," answers
the young husband, astounded. "What
am I to do? We cannot take her on
the train in this shape. She is abso-
lutely unfit to travel. She has nearly
fainted again." For Marina's eyes,
seeing Edwin, close again in apparent
despair.
"What produced It?" demanded
Barnes. "She was the picture of
health when I left her."
Here Enid runs up with her replev-
lned handsatchel.
"Do you know how this occurred?"
asks Edwin, eagerly.
"Not so much as you do!" replies
Miss Anstruther; "Maud, how did this
happen?" She turns suspicious eyes
upon Miss Chartris, who cries nervous-
ly: "What are you jumping on me
for? I was only keeping Marina's
handbag and umbrella, and Edwin'*
was well, you say, only a few minutes
ago and fainted at the railroad station.
What produced it?" cries the English
matron, after the young Corsican lady
has been taken to a bedroom and a
well-recommended physician Bent for,
Enid staying by the patient until his
arrival.
Mr. Barnes doesn't deem it wise to
go Into details with Lady Chartris.
"You had better descend and m%ke
yourself comfortable In the cafe, Ed-
win," he suggests. "Young husbands
are too nervous when their wives are
sick."
Taking Anstruther down with him
he whispers: "Besides, did you notice
whenever she looked at you she
swooned ugaln. Host keep away until
you learn the true reason of this sud-
den attack."
"Do you think It is heart disease?"
asks Edwin, distractedly.
"Not the kind you n;ean. I can tell
you that your bride Is as normally
healthy us any woman in the world."
answers the American, "it was some
shock to the brain or nervous system,
I think. The question is. what was it?"
"Can it have been anything connected
with that horrible Island?" queries Ed-
win, anxiously.
"That I'm now about to attempt to
discover," observes Burton.
Meditating as to wnat the blow is,
Barnes leaves the young English offi-
cer and comes upstairs, to Interview
the only witness he thinks available—
the adolescent Maud. As ho reaches
Lady Chartris' parlor, that lady's door
Is slightly open, and words Issue to
him that make him pauso outside the
entrance.
"Now, Maud," says Lady Chartris,
sternly, "what caused Mrs. Anstruther
to faint? You were alone with her."
"Ma, I didn't do it! Sure, I didn't!"
falters the girl.
"The truth, or I shall take you to
my bedroom. You know what will
happen to you there, If you don't
tell mo everything." The voice of
the mother suggests awful possibili-
ties.
"Yes, ma, I will; I'll tell you every
blessed thing—don't look at me that
way. Why, I was just walking round
with Marina and I left her for a min-
ute and a gentleman, French and Ital-
ian mixed, said: 'You are with Madame
Anstruther?' He stumbled over the
name, and I answered proudly—Ma-
rina looked awfully fetching—'You bet,
she's my cousin by marriage.' Then
he said: 'Give her this, with my re-
gards,' and handed 'me a note. Well, I
gavo it to Marina and that finished
her."
"Finished her?"
"Ye«, she kind of read it in two
pieces. First she drew up and looked
like—like you when you think you've
caught me In something awful—strong,
savage and horrible. And when she
read the second part, then she looked
like I look when I'm going to catch It."
"And then?" Lady Chartris' voice
is intense with excited curiosity.
"Well, then Edwin came up and
caught her just as she was going to
fall on the floor of the railroad
station.
and they brought her hero."
"Is that everything?"
"Ain't it enough? How should I
know anything more?"
"Oh!" exclaims Lady Chartris, In ex-
treme disappointment. A moment
after she adds, suavely: "You will
have no lessons to-day, Maud."
"Bully!" ejaculates her offspring In
wild delight; but sets up a stifled howl
as hor mother continues: "You can
spend the day in bed."
"For what? Handing Marina a paper
that anybody would give her?"
"For running away from your now
governess on the Qual Jollettc. Miss
Marston reported it. To bed at once!"
The face of the eavesdropping
Barnes becomes gloomy. Here Is a
witness whose evidence he wants and
Isn't going to get. He promptly enters
Lady Chartris' parlor and says: "HI,
Maudle, run downstairs and I'll follow
you and we'll buy some marrons
glacos together."
Maud is half-way down the first
flight beforo the last of Barnes' sen<
tence is out of his mouth.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
"The Devil's Bible."
The volume which is called "the
devil's Bible," is in the library of
the royal palace of Sweden. It is a
huge copy of the Scriptures, written
on 300 prepared asses' skins. One re-
port sayg that it took 500 years to
complete this copy, which is so large
that it has a table by Itself. Another
tradition says that it was completed
in a single night, due to tho assistance
of his Satanic majesty who, when tho
work was finished, gave the monk a
portrait of himself for a frontispiece.
The illuminated likeness of the devil
still adorns the front page of tho work.
The volume was carried off by the
Swedes in the Thirty Years' War from
a convent in Prague.
Logical.
Justice—But why did you arreBt thi
man who was ru*i over, and not tin
chauffeur?
Copper—This wan wor th' alsiest to
ketch, y'r anner.—Cleveland Leader.
Takes
Vacation Alone.
Hard Worker Bring* Arguments to
8upport Hit Position.
"Am I justified, or not," said a mar-
ried man, "in going off alone on my
vacation? I think I am, the wife agrees
with me; but I confess the neighbors
shrug their shoulders. The case stands
like this: I work hard all the year, ten
full hours a day; and when I come
home at night, there's the wife with
her worries, and there are the children
with their noisy play and their noisy
quarrels. So for 60 continuous weeks
—and on my brief fortnight's vacation
I need a change from all that, a com-
plete change. Therefore I go off alone
to the mountains. I fish all day, and
In the evening, dressed In my evening
suit, I talk with beautiful young wo-
men in the hotel corridors. I want a
change, I get it, and I return home a
new man. But with tho wife and kids
along, I'd return home the same man."
When a farmer geta to calling him-
self an agriculturist you can make up
your mind that the mortgage is about
to be foreclosed.—Rose Melville.
SIBERIA'S MANY LARGE CITII8.
They Are a Surprise to th* Am*rio«n
Visitor.
One is continually surprised at
finding such large, prosperous cities in
Siberia, writes Prof. G. E. Blakoslee
in the Boston Transcript. Omsk ha*
some 65,000 inhabitants, Ob 25,000.
Tomsk 75,000, Krasnlarsk 35,000 and
Irkutsk 60,000. In many ways, how-
ever, they still show the crudeness of
frontier life. In Ob hardly a house
is over one story high, and the dust in
the unpaved streets lies some inches
thick. On the other hand, there is a
large number of schools in the coun-
try. Tomsk Is the educational cen-
ter, besides being the largest city. It
has an institute of technology and a
university of some reputation, which
is attended by Beveral hundred stu-
dents.
After traveling for days over the
level, monotonous plains of the west,
it is a pleasure to reach the borders
of the hill country, which stretches
from Krasnlarsk some hundred miles
on to Lake Baikal. In one's first en-
thusiasm one Is tempted to exclaim
that Krasnlarsk 1b one of the most
beautiful cities in the world. It cer-
tainly Is charmingly located, remind-
ing one of many a town on the Rhine.
It is built in the valley where the
Katscha flows Into the great Yenisei
—mountains on every Bide, and the
high banks of the river above and be-
low. Seen from a distance, with its
many church domes glistening be-
tween tho hills, It makes the most de-
lightful picture of all Siberia.
A further ride of a day and a half
through this hill country, much of
which is heavily wooded with a thick
growth of pine, brings one to Irkutsk,
which after Tomsk, is the largest city
in Siberia. It Is in many ways a very
attractive place. Its main streets are
paved and it Is lighted by electricity;
it has three daily papers, a large thea-
ter, a handsome art museum, a tech-
nical school, a theological seminary,
26 churches and one of the most im-
posing cathedrals in the whole em-
pire. There aro two or three factories
In the city, one of which is a porcelain
establishment, which turns out most
excelleut work. In strolling through
the business streets one 1b surprised
at the great variety of goods displayed
In the Btores, especially at the real ele-
gance of tho silver and jewelry assort-
ments. There are many American
wares to bo seen—kodaks, sewing ma-
chines, typewriters, gramophones,
reapers, tools from Massachusetts,
canned fruit from California, canned
oysters from Maryland. In some of the
show windows were pyramids of
boxes of an American food product,
each with a Russian lubel and a repre-
sentation of the American and the
Russian flags.
Irkutsk Is over 3,300 miles from
Mobcow, a dlstanco greater than that
which separates San Francisco from
New York, yet It is only two-thirds of
tho way to Vladivostok.
Bloodless "Warfare."
English travelers on the frontier be-
tween China and Burma recently
found tho various villages at war with
one another. One traveler, George
Forrest, writes: "The men of Ji-Jl
were at war with their neighbors, and.
indeed, we watched the progress of
the flght during our tlfiln. The causo
was the theft of sotno maize, and a
whole army corps, consisting of 50
warriors, had been mobilized. Theso
fellows, with their grotesque orna-
ments of silver, deer horns, pebbles
and cowries, their blackened faces,
their flowing hempen robes, their
war bows five feet long, their war
swords flvo feet long, and their broad
oxhide shields five feet high, motad
in a lino beyond their village. Tho
enemy occupied a position higher up
on the hill and a fierce bombardment
of opprobrious epithets was main-
tained, but neither sido got further
than swearing and stringing bows yn-
til the time arrived for the afternoon
meal, when tho combatants dispersed
to their respectivo homes."
The Spendthrift.
A shining square piano decorated
with bric-a-brac occupied the center
of the parlor of the bachelor whoso
chum was giving a little party during
his absence.
"Lovely old thing," said one of tho
girls.
"Yes," said his chum, "but be care-
ful how you open it and play on It,
that Is, If you have any respect for
your nerves. He bought It at an auc-
tion for four dollars. He bought It
for a special purpose. Somo night
when ho gives a party up here he's
going to tear off the lid and throw
It into the flro. Then he's going to
keep up the flro the rest of the eve-
ning with the legs and ono part and
another. It's like this, you see. Every-
body will go away and say:
" 'How rich ho must bo to burn
pianos like that In a grate when he
could get wood bo much cheaper.'
"As a matter of fact he couldn't got
that much wood very much cheaper."
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Real love may make a husband de-
voted %gd attentive, but real fear is
sometimes just as effective in that di<
rectioo.
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Atterbury, E. B. The Knox County News (Knox City, Tex.), Vol. 4, No. 42, Ed. 1 Friday, November 6, 1908, newspaper, November 6, 1908; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth178961/m1/3/: accessed May 6, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting The Dolph Briscoe Center for American History.