The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1902-12-31
but that he had also TO fear his pres
ent enmity and perhaps violence.


At six bells, first watch, Michael
was relieved, and before descending
to the fo-castle stood leaning on the
rail. looking at the seething, rushing
water.
Suddenly hand was laid on his
shoulder. 1t was mate, Dick Corbet.
Cold tonight, Michael" he said.
"Ay-it is that"
Makes you think of-of fresides
and Kitty, our Kitty-eh, Michael?"
Let Kitty's name alone!"
mo offense, mate. But she's not
yours yet"
LAS good as mine. Only this one con-
tract, and then"
You may never finish this one. my
son; the Erl King isn't much of a
boat; she's old and cranky. while seas
are rough and winds high"
We'll. II we go, we go; but IL Kitty
can't be mine she shan't be another
mans"
Sure of that?"
Sure as DEATH"
Hope you're right, my boy! Hope
you're right-but-I have my doubts"
"Of Kitty?" queried Michael fiercely.
Il don't knowl Let's change the
have a tot-there's no one about"
Never one to harbor malice or hard
thoughts, Michael assented, and the
two men went below to the mates
cabin.
Up above, the roaring Of the ele-
ments: down below, the doing of
Satan's work.
Michael's lips were no sooner put to
the glass than he was conscious Of
something uncanny about It.
There was no delay in its effect.
Seeming to madden and burn like Wit
rol, it produced an instant sense OF
suffocation, but fortunately not of
blank Inconsistencies.
Except the lookout" In the bows,
and the man at the wheel, aft, there
was not soul to see Dick Corbett
stagger on to the poop deck with the
inert body of Michael over his shoul-
ders.
At Tats Corner Kitty Hazell sits,
under the lee of some rocks on the
beach, wearily mending her nets.
There are half a score Of other wo-
men, young and old, working around
her, but she speaks to no one; and,
with the sympathy of their kind they
leave her severly alone.
BY and by, the old man who per-
forms the duties of letter carrier and
Corner, and its neighborhood, is seen
to be hobbling towards the beach.
What be owd MARTIN a doin' ere
now, wunner?" said an old dame
sitting close by Kitty.
The remark was sufficient to make
the girl raise her head.
AS she did so, the old postman saw
her looking at him, and waved some.
thing above his head.
Kitty Hazel, it's message for
'ee," he said, putting the orange-col-
ored envelope into her trembling hand.
With feverish eagerness she tore II
open.
1t was from the house surgeon of q
large Liverpool hospital.
Michael Fenwick brought here on
landing from Braga, Portugal. Is Sc
riously i'll. Wishes to see you."
kit" said Michael, sobbing, in his
weakness like a child, you will never
forgive me for not keeping my prom
ise."
"Yes, dear, I forgive you, for yop
have suffered most"
"One more question, Kit"
well, Michael?"
"Dick Corbett-what of him
He tried to raise himself in the bee
to listen to her answer.
Tell me-" he said again, excitedly
'Is that fiend, who tried to drop m,
over ships side, on a dark ant
stormy nights he to escape justice?'
What do you consider justice
Michaei?"
"Death.-nothing short of death"
well dear the doctor has just tolt
me, that the Erl King, with all hands
is reported as having foundered OF
the same night that you drifted in tina,
small boat to the Portuguese port. Dicl
Corbett, therefore, has received justice
and you and l have no more to say
Michael Fenwick went no more t,
sea, for his case having enlisted pub
lie sympathy, few wealthy gentle
men in Liverpool subscribed to buy
him a fishing boat OF his own, which
he works by deputy.
A little while after the new vesse'
arrived round at Tats Corner he and
Kitty were married. and 30 far as re-
port has it, with the happiest results
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