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IMTRSDAY, MAY 19TH, 1827. THE BARNWE1X PEOPLE-SENTINEL. BARNWELL. SOUTH CAROLINA T1 . ■ "" v - - JL J i, ne way of a i jf A TTY viAID-r with a k K A XT By RAFAEL SABATIN1 V.N.UKM. - || y - s r" THE STORY GBAPTRli L—HU tuk «f pottlas 4own InsubordlBatlea anons the eap- talu—of hi* morgoaopioo, "OaO tlio •ranking of powerful rlrala. b«los fln- ialiod with th« ruth 1msa*m which charactcrUsd him, Cesar* Borpla, dak# of Valsnttnols, Is .uneasy over th* sscap* of cn* of his MisinlM. Mattes OrslaL It Is believed Mattes Is la hld- ia# with his recluse klnsmaa, Almerlco, at Plsvaas. Cessre dispatches oae of his followers, Paataleoae d*cll Ubertl. with a small troop, to Plevano to spy oat th* sltaatloa, aad. If Orslat is foaad. te eaptare him. CHAPTER IL—la th* character of a wouaded enemy of Valentlaols, fleetn* from his venaeaace, Pantaleone. his followers concealed, yslns entrance Into Plevan* and Is mad* welcome by Almerlco aad bis' daurhter. Madonna Pulvla, Matteo’s affianced wife. They live practically alone. Pantaleone le cpQffJpced at once that Matteo Is la ^■k^nlty If not In the castle. Mario, >n of Plevano, gives Pantaleone ■^%*4l attention, and ih* spy u car- rlM to bed. •• '■ CHAPTER III.—Prom a garrulous young page, Raffaele, Pantaleone iMrns enough to make him sure he Is on th* right track. Th* kindness of his aged host and the beautiful Ma donna have no effect In turning Mm from bis errand of treachery. The girl becomes his compan.lon, and from her th* spy learns of the existence of a la car-house (place of Isolation for smallpox victims) In th* castle grounds. There are no victims of th* pest, so dreaded In the Middle ages. In It now, she Informs him, but he Is cer tain the building Is Matteo’s hiding glace. CHAPTER IV, A fool never doubts ht* Judgment or questions Its finding*. He readies a conclusion at a leap, and having reached It acts forthwith upon It. And that. Is why lie Is a fool. Rut your really astute fellow move* more hIow- ly and with caution, testing the ground at every step, mistrusting hi* Inferences until lie has exhausted con tinuation of them. JCven where he I* f swift to conclude, Kr will *t!l! lie slow to act unless urged by necessity to Imnlbdiate action. Thus Pantaleone. He had added link to link until he held in his lixiid* a fairly solid chain of drcumstnnttal evidence, from which he was entitled to infer, tlrstly'—and this most |m>sI- lively—that Mutteo Ohiltft was shel- ten*d at Plevano; secondly—4ml not quite ho positively—that he was be stowed In the lasar-honse In that hor- tu* inclusus.. A rash fellow- would have sum- moued his men and forthwith stormed the place. Rut. Pantaleone was not rash. He counted first the cost of error. He considered that. In spite of » (cations. It was yet possible that arry might not be In that laxar- And in that case did he take anJTfcuch action he would find himself in the position of a "gnmestel - who, ataking all upon a single throw, has seen the -dice turn up ambs-ace. He would have discovered himself In his true character, and must submit to being driven forth in Ignominy to bear his ^le of failure to his muster. Therefore,-despite his stout convic tions, Pantaleone waited and watched, what time he t«»ok his ease at Plevano and savored the hospitality of the' Lord Almerlco. He walked in the gar dens with Madonna in the mornings, In the afternoon he would either per mit Raffaele to teach him chess or repay these lessons by showing the golden-haired lad how to use a sword In conjunction with a'dagger, und' by what tricks—not tricks of swordsman ship, Indeed, but of pure knavery—an adversary might be done to death; in the evenings he would converse with his host, which Is to say that he would listen to the Lord Alinerlco’s learned disquisitions*upon life culled from the philosophy of Setxecg or the teachings of Epictetus as preserved In the writ ings of Flavius ArrianusT " He earned, however, little discern ible reward for all his patient pains. No such confidences as he hoped for were ever reposed In him. Matteo Orslnt’s name was never mentioned In |ils presence, and when once he men- ^ Honed it himself to speak'in. glowing praise of the man and In a proper sor row at his reported death, he was met by a silence that showed him how far, indeed, he was, their amiability ntfMlthstandlng, from having earned tMBtrust. And he had other signs o^Pk On more occasions than one his sudden coming Into their presence was marked by as sudden an Inter niptlon of the coqversation between them, and the ensuing of a con strained alienee. Thus a week passed In which hla mission made no progress, whereat be Was beginning to grow restive, feeUng that If hla inaction endured much longer It might end by throating him into, a rashness. No slnglo shred of confirmation had his conclusions re ceived, no single grain of Independent evidence that the lazar-honse was ten anted. And then, at last, one night as he was taking his way to bed lighted by Raffaele, who was now be come his body-tenant, he chanced all to no purpose. 1 could not rest, r could not sleep In my suspense, In my uncertainty as to whether I shall recover Jt or not I will hunt for tt all night If need be.” Forth Into the night sallied ha and Raffaele, each armed with a lantern, and straight they went to the first ter race. With their doable light they searched every foot of the long walk. upon a small discovery. Hla own room was over the rocca’t vast courtyard, and commanded no other view but that. But at on hit way to it he passed one of the win dows toeing southward towards that hortus inclusus, and as Idly he looked in*that direction, he esugbt the yellow glint of s point of light that was mov ing toward It through the darkness -He was satisfied that whst he did any man in his place would have done and, therefore, that It could awaken no suspicion.- He stood still, lockini at that light a uiomeht, and then drew the page’s attention to it “Some one Is roving in the fardent very late,’’ said ha. Raffaels came to stand beside him, Slid-pressed^ bis face against the glass, the better to peer into the darkness. “It will’ be Mario,” said the boy. “I saw him standing by the door when I came np.” “And what the devil does he do In the garden at such an hour? He can hardly be gathering snails at this sea son of the year. “Indeed, no,” agreed Raffaele, clear ly Intrigued. “Ah, well,” said Pantaleone, who perceived that he was wasting time, slncd Raffaele had no knowledge to “Some On* Is Moving In the Gardens Very Late,” Said He. betray. “It ls no affair of ours.” He yawned. “Come on. my lad, or I ehall sleep where 1 stand.** First re thought of alluding tq the mailer casually upon the morrow, watching llie effect U|»on Almerlco and his daughter. Rut sleep hnuight sounder counsels, and when the mor row came he held his peace.- "lie walked as usual wllh Madonna In the garden, though never now on llie up- per terraces whence a view was ob tained of the enclosure about the lazar-house. She had refused to re peat that visit of theirs to the gar den’s height, ever blending that she found the ascent excessively fatiguing. Pantaleone habitually wnrv a tiny gold pomander bait, no larger than a cherry, 8U*!>ended from his neck by a slender chain of, gold. He wore It ns usual that morning when they went “Five ducata, Raffaele, If you find It," said Pantaleone. “Let us divide oar forces; thus are we likely to •horten the search. Do you go up te the next terrace, and search that care- folly, foot by foot. Five ducats If you find If “Five ducats!” Raffaele was a lit tle breathless. “Why, the thing Isn’t worth more thsn half a ducat!” “Nevertheless five shall you have If you find It me. I value it tor above Its price.” Raffaele sped upward with bis lan tern, leaving Pantaleone in the act of resuming his search over ground that had been covered already. The ad- venturer waited until the sound of-the tad’s footsteps had grown distant and Until from where he stood the other's noted that at a stage of their saunter ing It vanished. Pantaleone remained apparently un conscious of Ita disappearance until toward the third hour of night—after they had supped and when It was usual for them to retire to bed, the hour, in fact, at which last night he had observed that mysterious light In the garden. Then It was that quite suddenly he leapt to his feet with an exclamation of dismay that provoked their concerned Inquiries. ’My pomander!” he cried, wlttrall light was no longer visible. Then he passed behind a stiff box hedge, that would screen his own light from any windows of the house, *and there with out more ado he extinguished It That done he crossed the garden wltjKas much speed as was consistent with his care to make no sound. Ry a clump of larches within a dozen paces of the wall of thi enclosure he came to a halt, effaced himself among the trees, and waited, watchful and listening. Moments passed In utter silence. In the distance he could perceive the faint gleam of Raffaele’s lantern mov ing at a snail’s pace along the third, terrace -on the hillside. Raffaele he knew was safely engaged for the" next hour. That promise of five ducats would sustain his patience against failure, whilst any who might be spy ing from the house would be able to make out no more than a glimmer of IWtht np yonder, and would suppoee that Raffaele and himself were en- gnged together. ' Reassured on that score, then, Pan taleone was patient on' lit* - side, and waited. Nor was his patience sorely taxed. Some ten minutes ot so after, he had gained his |s»lnt of observa tion, he heurd the creaking of a door, and from the postern in the Inner barbican he beheld the gleam of an other lantern. It Advanced swiftly Toward him—for a patliW^ay ran beside the larches—and present ly there came the sound of feet. S«*on Pantaleone could discern the figure ’of a man faintly outlined against the all-per vading gloom. Immovable he stmal sT*veened by the larches, unseen yet observing. The figure advanced; It passed so closely by him thatby*purT?ng forth hie arm he might have touched It. He recog- nixed the livid, pockmarked face of the castellan, and he noteffvjhat the fellow carried a basket slung on the crook of Ids left arm. He caught the faint gleam of na|>ery atop of It. and thrusting forth from this the neck of a wine flask. Tbe man passed on, and reached the wall. A green door was set In It Just thereabouts, and Pantaleone was l^pfired see him vanish through, preparing, indeed, to follow. Instead, however, Marin paused at the wall's foot some ten paces away from ttiat door, and Piintnlcoue caught tbe sound of hands softly clapped and a voice softly calling: “Are you there. 'CIoIomhaT* Instantly from beyond the wall floated the answer In a woman’s voice: "" -v “I am here.” What followed none so distinct, and asked for guesswork on Panta- pockat wh«r« It had been eefialy be stowed. , He advanced to the foot of the flight of stepa that led upward, and there awaited them. • ' “Ton havte found It?” quoth Baffa- ele creattolleh; _ Pantaleone dangled It aloft by the chain.' -r-- — T~— ' “Behold!" he said, and- added—“but yotT shall have a ducat for your pains, none the Ism. So comfort yen.” “Did you find It In tbe dark?” It was Mario’s voice that growled the question, and Pantaleone was quick te catch the note of suspicion running through It. , “Fool,” he answered, preferring to take him literally. “How coaid I have found It in the dark? I upset my lan tern In my excitement.” Mario was scanning hla face closely. “It la very odd,” aaid he, “that as 1 came this way I saw no light.” “I waa beyond the hedge yonder. That may have screened It,” Panta leone explained, and added no word more, for he knew that who explaUu himself too much accuses himself. They trooped back to the hoqae ft forth together; but had Madonna ob served him--closely she wmltd nnvrHf^nc’s pdrt.'"Partly he saw and part ly Inferred that Mario had taken a ladder that lay at the wall’s foot, set It against the wall, mounted It, and from the summit slung down hla bas ket to Ids wife within the enclosure. Thqt was all. The thing being done. Mario descended again, re moved the ladder, and returned un- encumbered now and moving swiftly. Pantaleone found his every suspi cion confirmed. As he had supposed, Colombo and the groom GitibeHl were jnlnlstering to the concealed Matteo Orslnl, whose food was borne to him the air of a man whom some greaT 'Ihus In the night by Mario—and no mischance has overwhelmed. “I bave lost it.” My Lord Almerlco recovered from his concern and smiled. He quoted the stoic. -- • “In this life, my friend, we never lose anything.^ Sometimes we return a thing. That Is the projier view.- Why, then, all this concern about a pomander, a trifle that may be re placed by a ducat." ’Should I be so concerned If that were all?” cried Pantaleone, with a falqt.show of Impatience at the philos- ■"bphy with which Orslnl bore another’s toss. “It was my tgllsman—a potent charm against the evil eye given me by my sainted mother. For her sake I hold It sacred. I would sooner lose all I have than that.” It made a difference, Monna Fulvla agreed,. admiring the filial piety he displayed; and even her father had jlo more to say. "Let me think, now; let me think.” said Pantaleone, standing rapt, finger ing the cleft of his shaven chin. “I had It this morning in the garden—at least I had it when f went forth. I . . . Yes I” He smote fist into palm. 'It waa In the garden—It must have been In the garden that I lost it.” And without a by-your-leave to his host be swung to the page. "A lantern. Raffaele.” “Warn It nqt wiser to wait until daylight r wondered Almerlco. “Sir. fir” cried Pantaleone wildly. doubt in the raw, to. be_ cooked and prepared by Mario’s wife—so that none In Plevano should share the se cret with those who already and per force were In possession of It. All this was clear as daylight. But on the other hand, something was happening that suddenly drew his at-, .tention to himself and his own posi tion. Mario, instead of returning to the house, had paused midway a mo ment, an . If hesitating, and then had struck across the gardens toward the light that marked the spot where Raf- faele hunted. Now this to Messer Pantaleone was a serious matter. It might, unless he were careful, lead to the discovery of his own real pursuits. He came forth fpm his concealment and very softly set himself to follow Mario. Thus as far as the second terrace, Then, as Mario still went on upward, Pantaleone turned quickly away to the right, thus returning to the very spot where he .had extinguished his lantern. Arrived the^f. he turned and came running back shouting as he ran; -‘ “Raffaele! Raffaele!” He aaw the swinging lantern of Ma 'rip arrested in itp progress, and . a moment later farther along the upper terrace gleamed Raffaele’s light, ,aa the boy approached the edge In an swer to that summons. “I have found It!” cried Pantaleone, as.Indeed be bad found It—In hla gather; Raffaele silenced by his dis appointment. Mario thoughtful and suspicious of all this ado; Pantaleone babbling naively In his delight at the recovery of his precious amulet, and recounting the circumstances under which his mother had set it round his neck, wjth what words she had en joined him to keep it safe,-and against what dreadful perils It had been his shield—all lies that came bubbling from his fertile mind like water from a spring. But despite all this, when at length he came to bid good night to Marioi he saw that cluy-cfflored face grhxily set In lines of mistrust. He-went thoughtfully to bed In con sequence. He lay awake some time mnslderlng his discovery and consid ering still more deeply that part of it which lefff him mystified. At an other time he might have delayed his action until he had cleared that up. Rut here he decided that to delay further ndght he dangerous. He told .ilmself again that he had discovered all that mattered, and he fell asleep promising himself that upon the mor row he would act upon that discovery end lay Messer Matteo Orslnl snugly by the heels. (CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.) r Ban Put on Dancing Dancing has so far come under the displeasure of the Catholic govern ment of the Swiss canton of Ticino that a law has been passed pro hibiting dancing except during the first three months of the year. Every ball must receive police authorization and It is expressly forbidden that youths under sixteen years of age dance at all. Between the ages of sixteen und twenty dancers must be accompanied by their parents. Blackville Mode Pupilt to Stage Piano-Violin Recital Shaw Eany Mark for Tunney ConversflUou overheard In a sub way: “What a prize fighter that guy Tun- ney Is. He Is getting gT.iMiO a week In vaudeville.” , “Ye*” answered the other, “and what do you thinkt I hear he’s going over to England to meet Shaw.” , “Aw. Ije’ll have no tronble patting away that guy. Take anything against his staying - two rounds with tba champion."—The Outlook. A droopy milan ,>traw and a charming frock of flowered chiffon garbs the stammer girl of 1927 in apparel that is ctyrect—as shown in newest photo from American style centers. Blackville, May 17.—The immfcc pupils of Mias Martha Braes will a piano aad violia recital in the Blackville High School auditerimn Tfcgra- day night, Mar 19:' The following splendid program has been artanged fee pm occasion: —— s i t: +■ K ************* VDVERT1SE Is Th* People-Sentinel. Duet—King of The Carnival E. i Claude Kammar, Mektred Still The Court Jester A. E. Lumley—I Ladle Bodifvd Field* in May M. L. ' Eleanor Still Mid The Pine Tree* ..... Helen DoUam , Mildred Storne . The Breath of Spring 1 Charies Andiffe Elizabeth Baxley Little Fairy Valse i : L. Streabbog Nell Nineetdn Duet—Spinning The Top 4-*—1 Walter Rolfe Eleanor Still, LeRoy Still Leo Pierrots Kitty Duncan .i..-1* Streabbog Merry Eyes W. B. Kuenzet George Hair \ " J. On The Lake Frederick A. Williams „ Meh) red Stiff ,—i ==T —^ Little Waltzer Wallace A. Johnson ' Myitis Boland To A Wild Rose — 1 .....— Ed. A..MacDowelt Kathryn Matthews Melody In F. _ J ^ A. Rubinstein Jenice Brown Fifth Nocturne J. Layback Claude Kasnmer Duet—Spring Song ..... Mendelssohn-i Latane Still, Lfah Wengrow A Music Carnival Walter Rolfe , > LeRoy Stiff A Little Word of Love — Geo. L. Spaulding Elmer Cooper | Amaryllis —Henry Ghya Betty Hair ^ ' Japanese Chorus' Harding—Spaulding Doris Baughman Gene Rountree H**? 1 Nel1 tfiiieeiein Myrtis Boland ^ Rosalie Mathis . ,\ ' Jenice Brown . ^ Eleanor Stiff Latane Still Sophie Pickling Maypole Dance — L. A. Bugbee Birdie, Birdie In The Tree Geo. L. Spaulding Dorothy Martin Melody of Love H. Engelmana Craig Baxley Evening On The Lake .... Herbert Ralph Ward Myrtis Martin H u Morning Prayer ... L. Streabbog Sar 4 Matthews , Trio—Annie Laurie ... Scotch Melody James Buist, Craig Baxley, Kathryn Matthews Tinkling Bells —.— ... -»—___ ... ..... L. A. Bugbee Carl Matthews An Autumn Afternoon .... Chao. Lindsay Rosalie Mathis Marcellita ^— Richard Ferber / . Latane Stiff • Berceuse (Jocelyn) * — — Godard Flowers and Ferns R. A. Keiser James Buist Sonia—Polish Dance — ...... Alfred Prince Valse Glace ..— Richard Kounta Katheryn Weissinger Rose Petals .: 1 Paul Lawson Sophie Fielding . Saltarello 1. ..... A. Schmoll Leah Wengrow Duet—Arab Dance ..w — Mathilde Bilbro Kathryn Weissinger, Betty Hair Blue Butterflies—Valse Caprice Leon Dora Lady IHjfnpadour '.v. y 2v ' Gabriel Moral George McCormack Quartet—Barcarolle /(Tele. of Hoffman) J. Offenbach ' —When You And I Werr Young, Maggie J. A. Butterfield First Violin: Second VtoHn: James Buiat RsvUv George Hair CrA> * Baxl * y Mildred Storne Kathryn Matthews :: Invitations A bride wants only the most fashionable and correct wedding stationery, and obsolete styles and sizes will not answer. Our con nection with a reliable concern of 25 years of service to high-class trade enables us to guarantee these. Only the very best quality of paper is used. ^ The “Mark of Engraving” on all pack ages guarantees genuine engraving. A Bride does not want an imitation of en graving on her wedding stationery any more than she wants an iinitation diamond en gagement ring. We have just received a folder showing the very latest and correct styles for 1927. If interested, you are invited to call at our office and see he samples. The People-Sentinel Barnwell, South Carolina.