Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-02-03

teach him better manners % ths Cora
manteer'
turned me about. and there. taller than
any by head Except Unphray Spurway
alone). stood my father. Philip Stansheld,
me condemned parricide. the almost assas-
sin Of my mother.
He was dressed In a handsome gold-laced
coat, with epaulets upon his shoulders aud
cooked hat on his head, like that worn by
high officers of his majesty's navy. AS ever
ne was man OF handsome figure. and car
ried himself proudly and masterfully
AS ne entered Saul Mark stood hack and
could see the sailormen shake with fear
Philip Stansfield strobe over to where L
stood speeches. beside Umphray Spurway
lantern herer he cried. And when
saul Marx obediently brought It he put his
hand under my chin more gently than 7
mad expected and fell to perusing my face
as a fh9ggh It had h id been printed book
and then turned away.
And now, brave Master Spur-Hav., he
went on in another tone, Il hear Won have
set yourself up on my property as a power
In the land. What binders that I should
not stick a kIffe into you and have Won
hung over the quay? You hunted me with
dogs, did you? You brought the evidence
70 condemn me to the gallows did you7
Have you gone through him. men? WhatI
my gallant son has already lifted the loot
Wen, am not proud; l will see il there
are any leavtngs."
H.
pnray stood, very grave and quiet his arms
strained behind his back and began to mass
MS myers across his person, seeking for
anything that he might have Concealed T
could see the Englishman's face u,inco
every time Philip Stansfeld's hand went
near MS breast, where had felt the little
hard oval thing.
The searcher noted the iuyolunta- ~, r,o,,a-
ment, and thrust his hand into the inner
pocket of his waistcoat, from which he
brought out little miniature on ivory,
handsomely set with diamonds was
standing a little behind. and as Philip
Stansfleld held 1t underneath the rays Of the
lantern l could see it quite plainly within
a yard of my eyes.
1t was portrait of my motherl
At this unexpected climax my father
laughed a curious laugh. L never heard but
one thing like 1t in all the world of
sound That was the low growing rumble
OF powders grinding against each other
IN the bed of a flooded river. IT was not q
loud noise. but there was certainly some
thing appalling about il.
So, said my father. turning to I'm
phray Spurway, lit is as / thought Master
Jacob the Supplanter. You have been anus
ing yourself with Esau's wife. have you?
And that when the poor man was abroad in
the desert. Vel. Esau has come home
again: What have you to say to him?"
nave nothing TO say to you, Philip
Stansfeid. said Umphray very calmly,
lady who once was your wife feeling such
as your nature could never understand.
The picture You hold in your hand 1 had
made privately. She knows nothing of II /"
That will do" said my father shortly
L need neither instruction nor information
from you. What is between us I can settle
for myself. Here, supercargo, take my son
and the other prisoners aboard the Cora
mantee immediately He turned upon UNI
phray Spurway. "And-now. SIR he said,
'be good enough to observe the manifold
conveniences of this skin as an eligible per-
manent residence. Here Che pulled away
a loose board by ring) ''is a quiet resting
place-deep, you see, and quite unoccupied
Ihere tpointing to a whitish gray heap in
the corner lis abundance of Qucklime
waiting only can of water to do its duty.
have knife here, sharp enough to set
tie all scores with Master Jacob. In the
Take your charming miniature to the place
you are going to. | do not desire to pos
sess such constant reminder of past felic-
ity.''
He thrust the miniature back into the
pocket where he had found it. Umphray
stood silent, eyeing his enemy as calmly
as though he had been striking a bargain
with him in the market place.
Bring the boy this way?" said Saul
Mark. One of the sailors seized me by the
collar and gave me into the grasp of the
supercargo.
Now, listen he said, eff, as you pass
through the streets, you speak above a
whisper my orders to throttle youv'
And, as warning, he frightened his fingers
on my throat till / gasped for breath. The
last L saw of the terrible limekiln behind
Provost Gregory Partan's house was nv
Of the yawning grave, in which he de-
signed to place the body of my benefactor.
Umphray Spurway.
CTo be continued.)