Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-09-04

1 but tndt was nVe months ago. Why
didn't you take him Them
Couldn't! For We couldn't hold him
| without the extradition papers from Aus
tralia. We sent for 'em-theyre due to-
day or tomorrow on the mail steamer"
But he might have got away at any
time
He couldn't without our knowing it.
Don't you see? Every time the signals
went up we, in San Francisco, knew he
was at his post. We had him safe-out
here on these sand hills-as If he'd been
under lock and key in Frisco. He was
his own keeper and reported to u.s."
| But since you're here and expect the
| nowT'
cisco that would hold him a moment I'M
| less he had those extradit.on papers before
him: He'd be discharged-and escape"
| Ihen what are you going to do
| AS soon as the steamer is signaled in
Frisco Wen board her in the bay. get the
| papers and drop down upon him.
| .! see-and as he's the signal MANTLE
| id fool
will give the signal himself"
| The laugh that followed was SO cruel
| that the young girl shuddered But the
next moment she slipped from the bed,
erect. pale and determined.
the voices seemed to gradually retreat
| She dressed herself hurriedly. and passed
| noiselessly through the room of her still
sleeping parents. and passed out. A gray
| fog was lifting slowly over the sands and
| sea. and the police boat was gone. She no
longer hesitated. but ran quickly in the d.
rection Of Jarman's cabin As she ran.
! her mind seemed to be swept clear of all
Illusion and fancy; she saw plainly every
thing that had happened; she knew the
mystery of Jarmans presence here-the
secret of his life-the dreadful cruelty of
her remark to him-the man that she knew
now she loved. The sun was painting the
black arms of the semaphore as she toiied
over the last stretch Of sand and knocked
loucly at the door. There was no reply.
She Knocked again; the cabin was silent.
Had he already f1ed?-and without seeing
her and knowing ALL She tried the handle
of the door; it yielded: she stepped boldly
into the room, with his name upon her
Ops. He was lying fully dressed upon his
couch She ran eagerly to his side and
stopped. 1t needed only single glance at
his congested face, his lips parted with his
heavy breath. to see that the man was
hopelessly, helplessly drunk.
Yet even then-without knowing that it
was her thoughtless speech which had
driven him to seek this foolish oblivion
of remorse and sorrow-she saw only his
helplessness. She tried in vain to rouse
him: he only muttered a few incoherent
words and sank back again She looked
despairingly around. Something must be
done the steamer might be visible at any
moment. All, yes-the telescope! She
selzeu ~ and swept the horizon. There
was faint streak of haze against the line
OF sea and sky. abreast the Golden Gate
He had once told her what it meant 1t
was the steamer! A sudden thought leap
police boat should chance to see that haze
TOO and saw no warning signal from the
semaphore, they would suspect something
lhat signal must be made-but not the
r'Snt one! She remembered quickly how
he had explained to her the difference he
tween the signals for a coastng steamer
and the one that brought TIE mails At
that Instance the police boat could not de-
'ect Wnether the semaphore'S arms were
extended tn perfect right angles for tho
all steamer. or if the left arm was slightly
denected Tor coasting steamer She ram
out to the windlass and seized the crorI
For a moment it defied her strength. sba
reuoubied her efforts; it began to creak
ana groah: the great arms were slowly up
lifted. and the signal made
But the familiar sounds of the -,o,;,,
machinery had pierced through Jarman'S
sluggish consciousness as no other sound
In heaven or earth could have done and
awakened him to the one dominant sense
he had left-thc habit of duty She hea nd
flm roll from the bed with an oath stun,
bic to the door, ard saw him dash for
ward with an affrighted face and plunge
ms mead INTO a bucket of water. He
emerged from it pale and dripping. bur
with the fill light of reason and conscjous
ness In his eyes. He started when he saw
her-even then she would have fled, but
he caught her firmly by the wrist
Then, with a hurried trembling voice
she told him all and everything. He lis
tened In silence, and only at the end raised
her hand sravely to his lips
And now she added TREMENDOUSLY ..vou
must fiy-quick-at once! Or it win be too
late" ~ wv
But Richard Jarman walked slowly to
the door OF his cabin. still holding her
mana, and said quickly, pointing to his
only chair:
sit down: we must talk first"
What they said was never known but
few moments later they left the cabin
Jarman carrying in a small bag all his
possessions. and Cara leaning on his arm
An hour later the priest of the mission
Dolores. was called upon to unite in matri-
mCny a frank. honest-looking sailor and
an Italian gipsy-lookng girl. There were
many hasty unions in those days, and the
holy church was only too glad to be able
to give them it's legal Endorsement. But
the good padre was little sorry for the
honest sailor, and gave the girl some
serious advice.
The San Francisco papers the next morn
ing threw some dubious light upon the
matter In a paragraph. headed Another
Police F:asco'
I'VE understand that the indefatigable
police of San Francisco, after ascertain
ing that Marco Franti, the noted gold-dust
thief. hiding the shore near the
Preside. proceeded there with great
solemnity. and arrived, as usual a few
hours after their man had escaped. But
the climax of incapacity was reached
when, it Is alleged, the sweetheart Of
the absconding Franti. and daughter of
a brother fisherman, eloped still later, and
joiEed her lover under the very noses of
the ponce. me attempt OF the detectives
to excuse themselves at headquarters by
reporting that they were also on the track
of an alleged escaped Sydney Duck was
received with the derision and skepticism
it deserved. as it seemed that these
worthless mistook the mail steamer. which
they should have boarded to get certain
extradition papers. for coasting steamer"
1t was not until four years later that
Murano was delighted to recognize in the
husband of his long lost daughter a very
rich cattle owner in southern California
called Jarman-but he never knew that he
had been an escaped convict from Sydney,
who had lately received a full pardon
through the instrumentality of divers dis
tinguished people in Australia.
Maxims Up to Date.
From the Philadelphia Bulletin.
A rolling stone gets there just the same.
Necessity fathers the invention of many
lies.
It's a polite wind that blows nobody's