Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb 1914 - Sep 1916 (assorted issues))

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102 MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE This dispatched, he took to his timetables and found that he would be just a day late in catching the bridal party at Nice. They were already en route to Corsica, he figured, and Danella had lured Anstruther to the home of the vendetta and, at the crucial moment, would expose him to his wife as the slayer of her brother. Every precaution had been made in advance by the Count. Fresh horses met the party at the post stations, and their journey thru the beautiful and romantic island was a rapid and easy one. Danella was in high spirits. He entertained Enid with wild tales of Corsican love of family and the hate of those who wrong their kindred. At Danella 's country seat the lights were ablaze to welcome them, and the peasantry stood aligned in colorful native costumes. "Too bad Burton isn't here," said Enid, sighing. 1 ' Yes, ' ' from the Count ; " he missed the steamer at Nice and will be too late." Even as he spoke the indomitable Mr. Barnes stood on the deck of a rakish felucca and shook a bag of gold in the captain's eyes. "This if you reach Corsica in eighteen hours ! " he cried. And so it had become a race between Danella and Barnes for the life of Edwin Anstruther. The morrow — the bridal-day — dawned, and Anstruther, dressed in Corsican costume, led Marina out among the peasantry, who formed a procession, with much firing of guns and throwing of flowers and fruits. There was a great joy in the girl's eyes, and even in the musty church they shone like stars as her hand lay clasped in the Englishman's. "Musso, you haven't kist the bride!" cried Anstruther, after the ceremony. And the Count saluted her quite ardently, tho she wondered why his lips were like ice. "Anstruther," he said, "according to ancient custom you must spend the rest of the day giving largesse to the poor people. When you return, may you be happy. ' ' And now, with the wedding-party returned and Marina alone in her room, the time was at last ripe. Old Tomasso, her foster-father, was droning the Rimbecco, the song of remembrance, outside of her door, and it made her highly nervous. She called to him to go away. But, instead, Danella entered and, chewing a cigaret nervously, looked at her in strange fashion. "Be calm," he said; "don't unnerve yourself at what I am about to reveal. You would not let me tell you what I half-suspected, but tonight an accident has revealed — a secret — that I would have buried in my heart forever. ' ' 1 1 You mean — what do you mean ? ' ' "Tonight Tomasso discovered that the assassin of your brother, Antonio, is your husband, Edwin Anstruther. ' ' Marina did not faint. She staggered to a table to support herself. Tomasso entered the room. In his hand was Anstruther 's valise. Quickly he opened it and laid a dueling-pistol on the table beside her. "The proof," said Danella— "read the name on its barrel. ' ' "My God! my husband's name! My name now!" The Count murmured to himself: 1 ' The bridegroom will be coming soon. Per Bacco ! What a meeting ! ' ' But Marina pleaded against the testimony of her eyes. "I believe — my husband killed my brother — let me die before he comes." Danella shook his head, and Tomasso stationed himself at the door, his stiletto gleaming under the lamp. • "Strike twice when he passes thru the curtains," said the Count, and bowed as he retired from the tragic scene. Dust and sweat-covered, Mr. Barnes flung himself from his outridden horse and climbed the balcony to where Enid was sitting.