The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1902-11-30

sequence or sense in them. The writing
was that of Capt. Dixon without it's
characteristic firmness or cohesion.
Stoke glanced at his watch and took
up his bag-a new bag hurriedly
bought in Falmouth stuffed full of
few necessities pressed upon him by
kind persons at st. Keverne when he
stood among them in the clothes in
which he had swum ashore, which had
dried upon him during long Novem-
Der night. There was just time to
catch the night mail to Penzance.
Heaven was kind to him and gave
him no time to think.
The coach leaves Penzance at nine
In the morning for q two-hours' climb
over bare moorland to St. Just-a little
grey, remote town on the Western sea.
The loneliness of the hills is empha-
sized here and there by the ruin of an
abandoned mine, st. Just itself. the
very acme of remoteness--is yearly d.
minishing in Importance and popula-
ton. sending forth her burrowing sons
to those places In the world where sill
yer and copper and gold are found.
The coastguard captain was await
ing Stokes arrival in the little DESERT
ed square where the Penzance Omni-
bus deposits ita passengers. The two
men shook hands with that subtle and
silent fellowship which draws togeth-
er seamen of all classes and all ma
tons. They walked away together in
the calm speechlessness of two Eng
lishmen thrown together on matters of
their daily business.
He doesn't pick up at ALL" said the
coastguard captain at length. Just
sits mum all day My wife looks after
him. but she can't stir him up. II any
body could-she could"
And the man walked on looking
straight in front of him with a patient
eye. He spoke with unconscious feel
ing.
He is gentleman despite the
clothes he came ashore in. Getting
across to the Southern states under a
cloud as likely as not he said pres
sently. Some bank manager perhaps.
He must have changed clothes with
some forecastle hand. They were sea-
mems clothes, and he had been Sleep
ing or hiding in ditch"
He led the way to his house, stand
ing apart In the well-kept garden OF
the station. He opened the door of the
simply-furnished drawing ROOM
Here is a friend come to see you"
he said, and standing aside he invited
Stoke by n silent gesture of the head
to pass in.
A man was sitting in front of the
fire with his back towards the door.
He did not move or turn his head.
Stoke closed the door behind him as
he entered the room and went slowly
towards the fireplace. Dixon turned
and looked at him with shrinking eyes.
like the eyes of q dog that has been
beaten.
Let us get on to the cliffs" he said.
In a whisper. I'VE cannot talk here"
He was clean-shaven and his hair
WAS grizzled at the temples His face
looked oddly weak, for he had a rather
irresolute chin, hitherto hidden by his
smart beard. Few would have recog-
nized him.
BY way of reply Stoke went back to-
wards the door.
CURLY.
They did not speak until they had
passed out beyond the town towards
the bare tableland that leads to the
sea.
Couldn't face IT. Jack-that's rhe
TRUTH said the Captain at last. and
If you or any others try to make me
I'll shoot myself How many was IL :?
Tell me quickly, mani"
Over hundred and ninety" replied
Stoke.
They walked out on to the bare
tabieland. and sat down on erumb-
ling wall.
And what do the papers say? I
have not dared to ask for one"
Stoke shrugged his square shoulders.
What does II matter what they
say?" answered the man, who had
never seen his own name in the news
papers. Perhaps he failed to UNDER
stand Dixon's point OF view.
Have you seen Nary" asked the
Captain.
Yes"
Then they sat I'm silence for come
minutes. There was a heavy sea run
ming and the rocks round the Lands
End were black in bed OF pure white.
The Longship's lighthouse stood up, a
gray shadow IN a gray scene.
Come" said Stoke, "be a man ana
face g."
There was no answer and the speak
er sat staring across the dashed waters
70 the west, his square chin thrust for
ward. his res0lute lips close pressed,
his eyes impressive. There was obvi-
ousiy only one course through life for
this seaman-the straight one.
III II Is only for Mary's sake. he
added ~ length.
Keeping the cuii lightshlp EsE ana