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MR. BARNES OF NEW YORK
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MR. BARNES SEES A NAME ON THE PISTOL
set to moaning, even as she ran. Then she came up with them and clasped Antonio's body to her, whispering his name and kissing his face, thinking to pet him back to life.
At last she shuddered, and her eyes turned to Barnes, holding him so strongly that he was frightened for the first time in his indolent career.
4 4 Who did this? You dare not tell me."
De Belloc, pointing to the distant gunboat, said sadly: "An officer on that ship now leaving Corsica."
The girl's eyes fixed upon the distant gunboat as if searching it thru and thru. Her face lighted up with all the fire of inspiration and resolve. "That ship contains my brother's murderer — I will never rest until I have tracked him down and avenged Antonio."
"A vendetta!" said De Belloc, and shuddered.
Then she buried her face in the sands and fell to moaning with a sickening intensity that cannot be described.
As for Barnes, he relieved his feelings by picking up Antonio's forgotten pistol and pretending to examine its mechanism. Across its barrel were scratched some careless letters — a name, "Edwin Gerard Anstruther," it read, and the American knew that a certain courageous and innocent young Englishman, according to the code of the duello.
was very much in danger of eventually losing his life.
Barnes decided to pocket the telltale weapon.
The Paris salon, of the following season, contained a picture that, while not a masterpiece, caused a good deal of comment as to the interpretation of its grewsome meaning.
Mr. Barnes of New York planted his easy-going self before it, and it caused a series of chills to course up and down his spine. For, nothing less, it was an exact representation of the duel on the beach of Ajaccio. There was Antonio, with the three English officers withdrawing to their boat, and, bent over Antonio, with a countenance shining with sympathy, Mr. Barnes stood face to face with himself.
Mr. Barnes did not notice the interest that three sharp-eyed men in a corner of the room took in his absorption in the picture. In fact, the first realization that he was in Paris was caused by a voice at his side.
"I think I am taken with that man," the voice said — "the sympathetic one bending over the wounded officer."
Barnes half -turned. Almost touching him stood a young English girl, with masses of coiled, ruddy hair and the level, blue eyes he had continually dreamed about. She was unconscious of his presence and was addressing her remarks to an elderly lady with
ANTONIO REFUSES TO ACCEPT THE ENGLISHMAN 's APOLOGY