The Washington times., 1903-12-13

and laughed. though with tears in her
eyes. Tell me-what is your ship?'
The Scorpion Go up 10 the head.
lard tomorrow at and you'll see her
go out of the bay with the hotilla- VIII
you?"
YES"
In a minute the motor was lost in
cloud Of dust, and Judy went thought
fully home.
The disappearance of Pat Delane after
his interiew with Judy was as complete
as If he had been blotted out of exist
ence, but two people had his name burnt
into their memories. and one of these
was Judy Dennis, and the other Carrick
Dane. The man, with all his confidence
did not forget that the girl had been
crying when he met her, and that De-
lane, in some way. was the cause. he
was not jealous. but the woman you love
may not be made to cry by another;
that is the sole and unquestionable right
of her lover So when he had time to
think he pondered over the question Of
this man Delane The next time he
heard the name was in Gibraltar. The
Scorpion was lying inside the Mole. Car
rick had gone ashore to see a friend,
and was returning late down one OF
those little side. precipitous streets
which are at once the peril and charm
Of the place. Suddenly from little
cafe came a noise of shouting and blows,
and he pulled up short. Before he had
time to think door was thrown open
almost against him, and two men dashed
out and away, nearly knocking him
over In their flight. A groan inside
prompted him to enter 10 find stretched
on the floor and bleeding profusely, a
man-Pat Delane as it proved; his life
thrown away In a drunken brawl over
worthless woman, and only those who
have been there know how easy it is TO
do these things in Glib Bending over
him was pretty. SNOWY girl. the cause
of the trouble. There was not much to
be said or done. but the panic-strcken
innkeeper was routed out and made to
fetch doctor the while he tried har-
riediy little rough and ready surgery
The drunken. wounded man, the tawdly.
/ crying girl. the half light, the broken
glasses and bottles lying about. went to
make up a picture which Carrick long
remembered.
The man rallied In a few minutes and
I began TO murmur incoherently. its
all over. Judy. Where are you. JudyT'
Carrick bent forward. 'Who are
you?"
Pat Delane. Don't you know me,
Judy? You sent me away!
You'd better not talk said Carrick.
| Delane pulled himself together and
recognized the stranger Il don't know
who you are but / want you TO take a
messag e for me. Write it down"
/ Carrick took out his notebook
There's a girl in Ireland-I love her
but she wouldn't have me; sent ms
away. and she might have saved me-
What am 1 to tell herr"
Tell her that I've played the fool hal
over Europe and got a knife in me a
last for the sake of a little wanton-bu
| that l love her-that / die loving her
| that I curse her II she marries anyone
! else She's ruined my life-heri but
love her. Tell her that"
The tawdry girl still sobbed. kneelini
over his feet. and Carrick put his note
book back In his pocket.
Yes said Carrick.
And you'll tell her?'
Nothing"
Delane raised himself painfully ant
the tawdry girl tried to support him
He pushed her. almost struck her. asid
savagely. Get away, confound you
It's you and the rest OF you who'ye dom
for me. Go back to your knife-stickinl
friends I'm quit of you" Then as sh'
skunk away he glanced up al Carrick.
BY God, man. you know her? Yo'
love herr"