The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-01-09

| come IHeIe was no OlneT pan IOt II,
Mr.. Clare. It would have been sheer
foolishness to have brought my boat to
this island with all these busy people
with guns prowling about. had just
got to leave her at my headquarters,
and You must make uD your mind to
swim and risk the sharks if you wish to
! join her"
Il am open to risking anything" said
Clare. IT'S neck or nothing with me
after what I did FIVE minutes back in
that hell over yonder. One of the war
ders-" he broke on and dragged a
hand across his eyes. Look here, cap
tain, we are bound to be seen if we go
back round by the beach. Come with
me and I'll show you a track through
the woods"
He started off into the cover without
waiting Cor a. reply, and Kettle with a
frCWn turned and followed at his heels.
Captain Kettle preferred to do the or
dering himself, and this young man
seemed apt to assert command. How
ever the moment was one for hurry.
The night was beginning TO thin. So he
got up speed again, and the trees and
the underground closed behind him
''Dieu, dieu. dieu," cried out the tor
mented prisoner within the wall as
parting benediction.
Some men, like the historical DR.. Fell
have the knack, unknown to them
selves, OF inspiring dislike in others,
and Glare had this effect upon Captain
owen Kettle. The little sailors dislike
was born az the first moment of their
meeting; it grew as he ran through the
forest of the Isle de Salut; and even
when Clare fell upon a sentry and beat
the sense out of him as neatly as he
could have done il himself Kettle
failed 70 admire or symDathize with
| him. On the return swim to the turtle
back island he came very near to
wishing that . shark would get the
man, although such a calamity would
have meant his own almost certain
destructio2: ard when they lay to-
gether, packed like a pair of sardines
in the shelter pit under the intolerable
sunshine of the succeeding day, it was
with difficulty he could keep his hands
off this fellow whom he had gone
through so much to help.
Clare put in what of talking was
done; the sailor preserved a sour, glum
silence; he felt that if he gave his
vinegary tongue the freedom it wished
for, nothing could prevent a collision.
He argued out with himself the cause
for this dislike during the succeeding
night. They had got the boat in the
water. had mast-headed the lug, and
were running northwest before a snor-
ing breeze towards the British West
Indian islands. He himself, with main
sheet in one hand and tilier in the
other, was in solitary command. Clare
was occupied in bailing back the seas
to their appointed place.
For a long time the utmost he could
discover against the man was that on
occasions he was too bossy," and with
bitter satire he ridiculed himself for
childish weakness. But then another
thought drifted into his mind, and he
picked it up, and weighed it, and bal
anced it, and valued it, till, under the
fostering care, 1t grew, and the little
sailor felt with a glow and a tighten
ing of the lips that he had now in
deed a real and legitimate cause for
hate.
What mention had this fellow Clare
made of Miss Carnegie? Practically
none. He, Kettle, had stated by whom
he was sent to the rescue, and Glare
had received the news with a casual
o. and a yawn. He had offered fur
Their information (when the nrst scurry
of the escape was over, and they were
cached in the sandpiD upon Miss Car
negie's movements and her condition as
last viewed in Newcastle, and Clare
had pleaded tiredness and suggested
another hour for the recital Was this
the proper attitude for a lover? 1t was
not. Was this meet behavior for the
future husband of such a woman as
Miss Carnegie, who was not only her
self. but who also wrote poetry for the
magazines? Ten thousand times over,
it was not
He sheeted home the lug a couple of
inches in response to a shift of the
breeze, and opened his lips in speech.
Miss Carnegie, sir" he began, lis a
lady | esteem very highly"
She is a nice girl" assented the
man with the baiIer.
She is willing to, beggar herself to
do you service, sir
Yes, know she is very fond of me-
And 1 should like to know if you are
equally fond of herr"
Steady captain, steady. I don't
quite see what you have got to do with
it" He paused and looked at the sail
or cUriously. Look here, I say, you
seem to talk a deuce of deal about
Miss Carnegie. Are you sweet on her
yourself?"
Captain Kettle glared, and it is prob
able that if such an action would not
have swamped the boat, he would have
dropped the tiller and left the marks
of his displeasure upon Clare's person
without further barter of words. But
as it was, he deigned TO speak You
dog" ne said, If you make a sugges-
ton like that again III kill you. You've
no right to say such a thing. I just
honor Miss Carnegie as though she
were the queen, or even more, because
she writes verses for the magazines,
and the queen only writes diaries. And.
besides. there could be nothing more
between US; I'm a married man, sir,
with a family.
But about this other matter: it
seems to me I'm the party that kind
of holds your fate just at present,
young man. If / shove this tiller
across, the boat'H broach-to and
whatever happens to me-and 1 don't
vastly care-it's a sure thing you will
go to the place where there's weeping
and gnashing of teeth. How'd you like
that?''
Not a bit. L want to live. I've gone
the worst time a human man
can endure on that CHASTITY island
astern there, and I'm due for a great
lot of the sweets of life to make up
for it. And if it interests you to know
it, captain-I do owe you something
personally, I suppose. and you have
some right to be in my confdence-if
it interests you to hear such a thing,
I may tell you 1 shall probably marry
Miss Carnegie as soon as L get back
to her.
Then you do love hero
Il don't quite know what love is.
But 1 like her well enough, if that will
do for you. Hadn't we better take
down a reef in the lug? I can hardly
keep the water under
BY James, you leave me to sail this
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