Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1903-01-07
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side Kettles PROSTATE body and passed
her hand caressingiy over his damp
forehead. You aFe sure you have not
overdone it," she aslsed
Il am sure OF nothing like that" he
answered sriInly. But gave him the
dose you measured out yourself; so
what's done is your own affair. l only
added enough whisky to drown the
taste, and the poor little beggar drank
| it all down at one mouthful"
II don't see you need pity him much.
He will be all right when he wakes"
when he wakes, it will be at sea,
and have heard him speak of his wife
and kids. That's why pity him, Don
ma Clotilde. incidentally I'm bit sor-
ry for myself" He stopped over the
PROSTATE man and took II revolver from
The back of his trousers. "Look there!
You see the fellow took gun with him,
even to Halletts. It's grown to be
habit with him. He's dead shot, too,
and doesn't mind shooting
81 didn't think you were coward"
"You know quite well I'm not, senor-
ita, 'but this Captain Kettle will re-
member that l was the fellow that de.
coyed him on board, and he'll be pretty
anxious to square up the account when
he wakes"
you are well paid on purpose to
cover any risks" said the woman, with
some contempt.
"And shall be earning my pay" said
the red haired man doggedly. "This
small person here's a holy terror. Well,
must be getting on deck to see the
pilot take her down the river. Here,
I'll put him on the bed before l 20.
He'll sleep it off more comfortably
there"
"You shall not touch him." said Don
ma Clotilde. II will do all that's need
full. l have waited for this moment for
three long years.
wei, you must be pretty keen on
him if you can sit by him when he & Jes
not know YOU"
Il have loved him since the first mo-
ment we met, and he knows it, and l
do not mind who else knows it also.
am entirely without shame in the mat
ter. glory in it. am not one of your
cold blooded European women"
Well" he said, you're paying me to
run this yacht, and must be off to see
the pilot takes her out of the river
without losing us any paint" And he
went out of his room and left Donna
Clotilde La Touche alone with this
man by whom she was so fiercely at
tracted.
The yacht steamed out between Tyne
pierheads, and the pilot left her in the
boat which had been towing stern first
alongside. Her destination was the
Mediterranean, but she did not port
her helm at once. Instead she held on
straight out into the North sea and
then turned off to make the Mediter-
ranean, north about-that is, through
the Pentland and round Scotland She
kept clear of Ireland also, making q
| course for herself through the deeper
Wlldernesses of the north Atlantic,
avoiding the north and south traffic of
the bay and, in fact, sighting scarcely
a single vessel till the red haired man
at last starboarded his helm and put
her east for the straits.
The voyage was not one of monoto-
ny. Captain Kettle lay for the first
twenty-four hours in state of snoring
UNDERGRADUATES, and when he did come
to his wits again he found himself in a
cabin alone. He got up and stretched.
His limbs were heavy and languid, but
he was not conscious of having re-
ceived any hurt. He clapped hand to
the region of his lolns and nodded his
grim head Significantly. His pistol
was missing. He looked in the glass
and saw that his face above the red
torpedo beard was drawn and white
ana that his eyes were framed in
black, dissipated looking rings. There
was an evil taste in his mouth, too,
which even a bottleful of water did not
aliay However, all of these were
minor details. They might be repaired
afterWard. His first requirement was
revenge on the man who had lured
him aboard.
His natural instincts Of tldiness made
him go through the ceremony of toilet.
and then he put on his cap and spruce
ard pale, went out through the luxurI-
GUS cabin and passageways of the
yacht and found his way on deck.
The time was night, the cold air was
full of moonshine, and fortune favored
him insomuch that the red haired man
whom he sought was himself standing
a watch. lie walked up to him with
out any concealment and then, swift as
light, slnng out his right fist, sending
every ounce of his weight after it, and
caught the red haired man squarely on
the peak of the jaw.
The fellow went down as if he had
been poleaXed and Kettle promptly ON