The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-01-09

pink ghost, across the beach into tho shelter Of
the thickets; He lay. there holding his breath
and watched the sentry pncc up on his patrol
II was evident that tho man had no. seen him
the fellow neither glanced toward the cover nor
he carried his rife In tho crotch OF his arm
ready for a snap shot. and, fickered hi; eyes 70
this side and 10 that. like q man hnbitually
trained % sudden alorms and a quick trigger
finger. His every movement was eloquent OF
tho care with which the Isle dc salut was
Kettle waited till the man had gone of into
the dark again and the soundless distance, and
speed along. tho dim, starlit beach. The sand
pits sprang backward from his flying toes, and
no passed. Tho little man was sea bred first
and last, and he Ind no knowledge OF wood,
him, and he raced along his way, revolver in
hand, confident that ,ho, could shoot any sem
try before n rife could be brought to bear.
OF course, the discharge of weapons would
have walked the islo and brought the whole
wasp's. most about his, cars: But this was a
Throughout all his stormy life no had never
yet shirked from a melee. and perhaps immuni.
estimate OF tho percentage Of bullets which
goes astray. At any rate, the thrill Of brisk
lighting was a Iie aas,p re-. he well Er nsgg, and p he
rs It was. he sped along his path .unnoticed.
The blundcrs of chance threatened him through
no living. soul picked up the alarm. till, at last
he pulled up painting. at the edge of tho open
space which hedged in tho grim convict bar
And now began the hateful tcdium of waiting:
Tho day he had fixed with Clare was tho right
his message. but he was only able to guess a.
was not there, and Kettle gnaxed' his fingers
The night. under the winking stars was full Of
noise. In the forest trees the jarhics and the
1nss srlSHet eho %ns 'h The eddiya1@si hsp mo sp fnsas
scented the naked man from altar, and put
every inch of his body to the torment. The
to t%0 get his dsn bPPoa nis' T The t1f prison Gsop0 it @sfe w ~laf fa hf6 OF
the uneasy %rustling, of men sleeping in discom.
wretch within the walls cried out. "Dieu. ,DioI.
D,eu," MS II he were n human, cuckoo clock con-
demned to chino utter stated lapses of minutes.
dozed on without notice that n prisoner was
irving to escape. Another hour went by, andCapt.
of ATTACKING the grim building with his own
itching fingers and dragging Clare forth in the
"Dicu. Dleu. Dicn,' rams rang out the iormentcd
man within the walls. and then from round the
n rgp.heT w6 ang stoS of the Mi,5 RlSe sbau ff bi% Ss aso Tna,
Kettle stepped out from his nook Of conceal
runner. swerved. stopped, and hesitated. Ket-
tie beckoncd him and the man threw away his
o1sS a moist nns f hsnd.. up a'yo mAf be 5i5t Mr.. Se Glare, tn sir, I
prSsvn nm
ing YOU. I'm Capt. Kettle, that was asked as a
me directly. and ii they catch inc shall be
shot. Mr.. Kettle, quick. where is your boat
am accustomed. sir" he said, stitiiy, ITO having
II don't understand. Oh, afterward. But let
us. get away now at once"
Capt. Kettle, SIR
Capt. Kettle, certainly. But this waiting
g! am not anxious to take root here, sir, but
as f fc, the bon hont ,c yon'y ,So g Eooad n SWIM I'm IA S6e "a t6 OF
way I he had iO eo Tee'h 1 !rht; w Mna mo- nc o o3fa 81 pI Ine
for it. Mr.. Glare. 1t would have been sheer
foo!ishnoss. to have brought my, boat to this
island with all these busy people with guns
providing about. had just got to leave her at
my headquarters, and you must mako up your
IN md to swim and risk the sharks if you wish
II am open to ,risking anything" said Glare;
five minutes back in that he'll over yonder. One
Of the warders--" lie broke off and dragged a
hand across his eyes. Look here, Captain, we
arc bound to be seen If we go back round by the
track through tho woods"
He started off into the cover without. wait
ing for a reply. and Kettle. with a frown.
preferred to do the ordering himself, and this
young man seemed apt TO assert command.
However, the moment was one for hurry. Tho
night was beginning 10 thin. So he got up
'"Dicu, Dieu, Dieli." cried out the tormented
pi'SI''!tI III II Will US " purllnS pttcuiC-
ton.
Some men like the historical DR.. Fell have
INK dislike in others. and Clare had this effect
upon Capt. Owen Kettle. The little sailors
dislike was born at, the first moment of their
meet ing: IT grew as he ran through the forest of
the Isl c de Salut. and even when Clare fell upon
a entry and beat the sense out Of him as neatly
TO admire or sympathize with him. On the re-
turn swim to tho turtle-bacL,ed island he came
very near to wishing that a shark would get tho
meant his own almost certain destruction, and
snrsIn they n lay ,So% tc sEs,1sr' Pc packed hedo like e. a t PsiT; Of
able sunshine of tho succeeding day. it was
with difficulty, he could keep his hands off this
Clare put in what of talking was done; the
sailor preserved Il sour silence; he felt that il
wished for nothing could prevent a collision.
lie argued out with himself the cause for this
stS" the q boat IN ' the S Water. had nas9t: adSG P the
lug and were running northwest before n snor.
ing breeze toward the British. West Indian
hand and tiller III tho other, was ia solitary
command. Glare was occupied in baling back
For a long time tie utmost he could discover
against Inst the man WAS that on occasions s he was
himself hin for a C childish weakness. But teen an.
other thought drifted into his mind. and he
picked 1t ~. and weighed, it and balanced i
's'' AZ, -, hfN.s VIZ IN a
grew. and the little sailor felt with a glow and "a
tightcning Of the lips that he had now indeed a
rcnl and legitimate cause fr hate.
What mention had this fellow Clare made of
Miss Carnegicl Practically none. He. Kettle,
had stated, by, whom he was sent 10 tho rescue.
and Clare had received the news with II casual
"Oh' and IA yawn. He had offered further in
formation when the first scurry of the escape
was over and they. were cached in tho sand pitt
upon Miss Carhegie's movements and her con-
dition as last Vowed in Newcastle, and Glare
had pleaded tlredness and suggested another
hour for tho recital. Was this the proper attl.
tude for n lOyeri 1t was not. Was this meet
behavior for the future husband of such a wO-
man as Miss Carnegie. who was not only her.
self, but who also wrote poetry for the maya
FINEST Ten thousand times over, it was not.
He shectcd home the lug a couple of inches
In response to II shift of the breeze and opened
his lips In speech.
Miss Carnegie, sir" he began. sis a lady
she is a nice GIRL assented the man with
the hailer.
'sho is. willing to beGgar herself to do you
service. SIR"
Yes. | know she Is very fond of me-"
And l should like to know il you are equally
fond of herr"
STEADY, Captain, steady. Idon't quite geo