Picture Play Magazine (Oct-Nov 1915)

PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY 19 win Lord Lumley's baggage, Giuseppe md a package sent at the last moment :ore departure. 'It's a book, I can see by the wrapr," said the lord, "and if it's a novel hrow it away before we set out." . jiuseppe discovered that it was a vel, small as was his acquaintance with English. The book was dedicated J Ladj Lumley on her birthday, and * s written by Signor d'Orelli — the ike that crept into his home and poined his life by taking away Maria — 2 young, simple girl that thought Engid was at the end of the earth — and rhaps was right. Xow, D'Orelli — his I azen face shorn of the beard he wore ! Italy, was frontispiece to the book — if stealing away the wife of Lord imley. ["Ah. if I had only looked well at him I at day in Curzon Street, instead of oking at the golden coin,"' Giuseppe id in his heart, '"I would have recogzed him for all the change in his aparance — and I would have done for His mad thoughts were interrupted > the arrival of Lord Lumley. "The taxicab's waiting — the train aves for the Channel boat " his nployer announced. Lord Lumley's words were all a conised murmur. But Giuseppe was ready : and at midght, as the valet and sworn friend of ord Lumley and the undying enemy ' Sigoor d'Orelli, he left for Italy. They were away from England for vo weeks. Giuseppe saw his master ply at evening, when he returned from I nner, and meanwhile read blunderfcgly over and over again the book of ignor d'Orelli to discover what he was tying in his lofty way to Lady Lumy that he once said so effectively to [aria. Though the English in the novel was ar too deep for Giuseppe to under and fully, the sense of the book he id grasp. It was of society life and nciety people, and to the brokenearted Italian it brought back the perDnality of the treacherous D'Orelli. \\ hen the stay in Italy was completed was with a heart burning with new age and vengeance that Giuseppe left n the return trip. He was glad to ■ave his native land, for, though he ned it, he loved England more — while was the home of D'Orelli. Again in London, Lord Lumley made his way to the government office, and Giuseppe he sent ahead to his home. It was late at night, not long before the turning point into the next day, when they arrived, but the lord desired to report at the office before going to his home. "I'll follow you very shortly, Giuseppe," he told his valet, "for I must have some sleep, and my business will be short. See that everything is in readiness when I arrive." Giuseppe nodded, and went his way. It was but a short distance to No. 6 Curzon Street, and, for that reason, he decided to walk. Just as he rounded the corner of the block on which his master's house was located. Giuseppe halted suddenly in his swift pace, startled at the sound of a slamming door. It came from the direction of Lord Lumley's own house, and, directing his attention there, the Italian slouched into the shadows at the side of the street to watch. It was only a moment after he had heard the door close that two dark figures, one of a man and the other of a woman, came quickly down the steps. Giuseppe moved, hidden by trees, to a point but a few feet from the front of the house, and, looking closely, he recognized in the woman the wife of Lord Lumley. That was enough. Even if he could not have seen, Giuseppe would have correctly guessed who the man was. But he could see, and as the Italian saw D'Orelli nearing him, he was seized with a sudden mad desire to run forth and seek vengeance for the wrong done to him and his wife. Lady Lumley said something to her Here was the opportunity for which he had long been waiting.