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To hear a man speak of Croz as a friend sounded almost unbelievable, though a moment's thought told her that Whymper, who led the attack on the hitherto impregnable Cervin on that July day in 1865, was still living, a keen Alpinist. She could not refrain from asking Stampa one question, though she imagined that he was now in a hurry to take the damaged carriage back to St. Moritz.

Having decided on the best line, the leading guide stepped over into space. Helen heard his ax ringing as he fashioned secure foothold down the steep ledge he had selected. He was quite trustworthy in such work. Stampa, who had a thought for none save Helen, gave her a reassuring word. "Barth will find a way, fräulein," he said.

"Who is Kennett?" she said. "One of my confidential clerks." "And Pargrave?" "The proprietor of 'The Firefly." "Did Millicent know of this plot?" "Yes." Then she murmured a broken prayer. "Ah, dear Heaven!" she complained, "for what am I punished so bitterly?" Karl, the voluble and sharp-eyed, retailed a bit of gossip to Stampa that evening as they smoked in Johann Klucker's chalet.

This complete self effacement grated on Bower's nerves. It almost spurred him again to ungovernable rage. But he realized the paramount need of self control. He clenched his teeth in the effort to bear his punishment without protest. And Stampa seemed to have the gift of divination. He read Bower's heart.

An uneasy feeling gripped him that the whim of a moment in the Embankment Hotel might exert its crazy influence in quarters far removed from the track that seemed then to be so direct and pleasure-giving. "Why did he want to butt in between the other fellow and the landscape? What was the hurry, anyhow?" he asked. Stampa smiled genially when the questions were translated to him.

"Attention!" shouted Barth, halting and making a drive at something with his ax. The line stopped. Stampa's ringing voice came over Helen's head: "What is that ahead there?" "A new fall, I think. We ought to leave the moraine a little lower down; but this was not here when we ascended." How either man, Stampa especially, could see anything at all, was beyond the girl's comprehension.

"That is not my name," he snarled viciously. "Marcus Bauer," repeated Stampa in the same repressed monotone, "I am Etta's father." "Why do you address me in that fashion? I have never before seen you." "No. You took care of that. You feared Etta's father, though you cared little for Christian Stampa, the guide. But I have seen you, Marcus Bauer.

Il Corriere della Sera and Il Secolo of May 26, 1919. In the Senate he defended this attitude on March 4,1919, and expressed a desire to dispel the misunderstanding between the two peoples. In April, 1919. It was Baron Sonnino who deprecated the publication of any statement on the subject by President Wilson. Cf. La Stampa, July 10, 1919. On January 10, 1919.

With the chivalry of his race in all things concerning womankind, he was eager to render assistance, and under the circumstances he probably wondered what sort of damsel in distress it was that needed help. It was natural enough too that in engaging Stampa he should refer to the carelessness that brought about the collapse of the wheel.

"That is not my title." "It used to be. It will serve as well as any other." "I refuse to stir a yard farther." "Then," said Stampa, "I will kill you where you stand!" Neither in voice nor feature did he exhibit any emotion. He merely put forward an all-sufficing reason, and left it at that. Bower was no coward.