Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-11-26
shipwreck. And then old"

| KNOW WHAT you were 8OiHS u Sdy,
resumed Mignpn. She re-established
herself in the stern, as II there had
been no extravagant steersmanship to
record. you need not say it"
IT won't Let's make bargain. For
the sake OF general peace. and because
/ it's a shame to spoil rippin' bit OF
fun like this, we'll leave old Cutter out
of the conversation altogether. Don't
know how it is, but we always snap
when we talk Of him, and then you get
so beastly huffy. And he will crop up,
too-cant think why. Truth, l don't
think he's half a bad sort there! Now,
is it pax?"
"H'm-well, yes" said Mignon
So the storm blew over, and the Ar
gonauts sailed on, peaceful and per-
spring, while Faizpur's minarets drop
ped into the quivering haze of the hor-
lion. The world, Mr.. Cotter, every
thing else but the dry, hot landscape
end the winking sun jewels in the river.
seemed to fall into dreamland.
Mignon, who never did things by
halves, lolled in the comfortable stern
with-last sign of the revolving daugh-
ter-a cigarette between her lips.
Bobby sucked briar, and crouched in
the bottom of the boat, his hands busy
with amateur navigation. Half an
hour passed, and then he knelt sud-
denly and snatched at his rifle.
'Magar" No, no, not there. On the
sandbank, high up. He's making for
the water Quick, oh, quick"
Mignon, who had seized the rife,
gazed blankly at the foreshore, her be-
wildered eyes seeing nothing but the
brown stretch and the reeds. Then she
became aware that log-shaped, sand
hued object, which was hard to be dis
tinguished from it's surroundings, was
precipitating itself with extraordinary
velocity towards the river She swung
the rife to her shoulder, steadied it,
and fired
Bobby clapped his hands.
Bravo! You got him mighty neat
ly, old girl Apother five yards and he
would have Topped into the water, an
been seen no more. And the funeral
will be tomorrow"
He laughed and shouted his applause,
and Mignon contemplated her game
with complacency The crocodile had
made one headlong dying effort to
reach safety, and it had failed. He
struggled convulsively at the lip OF the
water, and gave in the ghost in whirl
| and a fury. He relapsed in death to
even greater obscurity than before, and
the onward sweep of the boat soon left
him invisible to eyes that strained to
see the last of him.
Look at the undertaken" said Bobby
pointing skywards to where black
dot was circling towards. the sand.
''That was an awfully smart job Mig
ron. My turn next. Well wait till
after the next shot, and then we'll have
tiffin. I'm as dry as bone, and there's
kind of sinking in my innerds."
I'm hungry. myself" said Mignon.
1--WE must have come very long way
Bobby, be reasonable for moment
How are we to get back?'
| 1lo+ nd toly
4:30 mail up. can send the boat back
by coolie.'
Eyes. It's a long way, though, )"
Mignon yawned, and her eyes wandered
in the direction of the vanished FALL
pur She was beginning to flag now
that the glow of triumph had passed
away, and an uneasy qualm, which
might have been the pricking of cons
cience, troubled her soul. She thought
back angrily to Cotter's protests, and
she set her discomfort down to their
irritating aftersmart. Why had he
/ translated little sporting frolic into
such disagreable English? Who had
set Mr. Cotter to be her conscience
keeper, and who, how, why was 1t that
his grave expostulations brought rebel
lion and conjunction in their train, in
never varying rotation? 1t was all his
fault; for, if he did but know it, his
sober appeals stirred her always, forth
with, to most ingenious wickedness.
Was it, Mignon reflected, that she was
by nature depraved, or was it the work
ing of a mysterious antagonism that
| drove her to rebellion and remorse?
She pulled herself together and frown-
| ed. Remorse! Oh, decided
ly, it must be time for lunch.
"Yah, yah, yah!" gibbered Bobby in
excited interruption. What whop-
peri Chuck out the cartridge, Mignon,
| and hand UP the gun. Drat the boat,
| it must look after itself till I've polish
| ed him off,
His excitement was great, and Mig
non, with the memory of her success
| still strong within her, lost the savorless
| feeling that had troubled her, as she
| leaned forward to watch. She saw the
| living log that summed itself upon the
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