The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1902-03-13
-By SEWARD w. HOPKINS.
Copyright. by ROBERT BoSsER's soss.
-, CHAPTER XXI.
Back through Pailolo Strait.

send her through the water fas'
enough for US.
Jean Chieot sat crouched near the
rail, Watching as furtively. I'VE paid
little attention. to him.. He was there
~ do our bidding. He was tractable
enough, and would cause no trouble.
The sight of so many soldiers had
driven all the wickedness out of him.
And, indeed, he was not SO wicked az
he was demented: Long familiarity
with the worshipers of Pelle had so
worked upon his weak intellect that ii
had been an easy matter for him to be.
come one of them. And. like all
Frenchmen, once in their ranks, he
threw his entire nature into the idol.
airy and became the worst fanatic OF
the lot. But Pele could not save him
from armed soldiers. He was looking
out for the safety of Jean Chicot, and
this safety lay in obedience.
Secamp sat near the old Frenchman
and smoked. At times he would at
tempt to lead the old man into conver-
sation, but found in him very in
different listener. Chicot's eyes were
fixed on me. He did not care what
Seacamp was saying.
Gordon and I paced the deck i'm
patiently. :,
Making turn forward, I stepped
alongside my comrade, who had for
the moment paused, aud stood with
his glass in hand scanning the heights
of Lanai.
''I am trembling with excitement"
! said.
A grim smile played around his
mouth. He was contrast to me.
He was so calm, SO strong. There
was on his handsome, rugged face
purpose we'll defined. It meant but
little good to the person we were 60
ing to seek.
s'Whatis your purpose?" he asked.
<'Suppose we find this wretch-Kau-
mai or Helene or the devil-whichever
she isP Do you mean to say you viii
give your uncle's estate over into her
hsnds?"
cit was my uncle's wish"
ssBut she is the murderess of Win
ME-"
.:-"I know. She could have saved
her. But she Is my uncle's daugh'
ter .,'. -
seBut she played you false"
eyes; but the will must stand She
must have what is hers"
Gordon moved impatiently.
.After that?" he muttered.
"She deserves punishment. There
is a, law in the land. Let her abide
by it."
Claw at any time is slow"
s'True. I have sworn to kill her,
but T cannot have the blood OF my
cousin on my hands-or yours"
cousin? An outrage on the rela'
ton"
sTrue. An outrage on all woman
hood if you will, but she is the heiress
of The Corals."
I examined the rapidly nearing
coast.
eff T am not mistaken" I said,
pointing to what seemed to be little
bay in the rocky shore, "that is
where Patua landed me. Let us go
ashore there. From there can easi.
ly find my way. The map of that
horrible place is burned into my
brain. T can see it aldo see it
have seen it since the day hell
opened and peace departed from my
life."
We were both very pale. We were
on an errand the like of which no
man had ever been on before.
We were going to place upon
pedestal of gold heather idol. a
woman who had falsely claimed she
loved me, only to wiring my soul IN
agony; a woman who had spurned the
love that in the great gratitude she
might have won, would have been en-
during for all time; woman whose
cruel adherence to hideous unearth'
ly form of worship had lost to me
beautiful and loving sister, and te
Gordon the one he hoped to wed; this
woman we were-or / was-bound by
my uncle's will to tenderly care for, te
place in possession of her great IN.
heritance. 1t was hard! It was hard
to forget the horrid scenes that I hao
been through, to sink my hatred Of
the traitress behind my obedience tc
Uncle Tom. The struggle had cost
me dear, but right was triumphant.
Helene should have her own.
Again the Aumo's boats were low
cred, and we went ashore.
A large fshing-boat was lying up on