New-York tribune., 1903-06-15

'taiu't the strength but the application Tnats
Nelson's touch Ever heard Of it?"
i've heard Of him. I should hope! Look'y
here. mister. did you ever know him? Honor
bright. now!
Friends. my son-dear. dear friendsl And
the gentleman pom the box there. drunk come
OF the very rum he was brought home in Hes
never recovered it
And to think Of my meeting your
LAY. tbs a small world" agreed Mr. JoDe.
cheerfuIly-'liIxe cooks galley. small and cosey.
and no time to chat in it. Now. then, my SUM
bring ogrer'
The driver. who. from the moment Of the
nishap. had remained coTnatose- shook his .reins
feebIy and we logged forward. But this was his
last effort At the next sharp bend In the road
he Iurched suddenly swayed for a moment and
toppIed TO earth with thud- The horse came
to a halt.
Mr. Jope out In moment. He glanced
up and down the road
Tumble out. youngster, There's no one in
sight"
isis he hurt?"
'sBIest II I know" He stopped over the pros
trate body. Hurt" he asked. and after a mo-
rnent reported: NO. reckon not: taIkin IN ms
sleep. more Hke-for the only word can make
out is .Jezebel' That don't help US much, do
it?' He scanned the road again There's only
one thing TO do. I can't drive ye: never steeTeo
yet with the tiller lines in front-it al ays
seemed to me unchristian. We must take TO tne
fields I used to know these parts. and by the
bearings we can't be half mile above the
ferry. Here through that gate to the Left
We left the man lying and mis- horse cropping
the hedgerow few PAGES ahead and struck ON
TO the left down across field OF young corn IN
terspersed with peoples. The broad estuary lay
at our feet with it's beaches uncovered-for the
tide was Iow-and across it's crowded shipping
marked and recognized 6or Mr. Trapp had
often described them to mel line Of dismal
prison huIks, now disused. moored head TO stern
Off a n1udbank on the farther shore.
plain sailing. my lad" painted Mr.. Jope, "a
the cornheld threw up its heat in our faces
See. yonder's saltashg' He pointed up the
river to a small town which seemed to run top
ping down steep hill and spread itself like a
Iandslip at the base II got a sister living thers
Il We can only fetch across-a very po~errui
woman; widowed. and sells fish,
We took an oblique line down the hillside
and descended some two or three hundred yards
below the ferry. upon foreshore, firm 1or rne
most part and strewn with fat stones. but melt
ing into mud by the waters edge A small trad
ing ketch lay there, careened as the TIDE hao
left it. but at great angle. thanks 10 us nat
bottoned build A line OF tattered flags, with
no wind to stir them. led down from the truck OF
either mast and as we drew near 1 called MI
Jones attention to an immense bunch OF fox
gloves and pink valerian on her bowspr1r eno-
Looks like g wedding. don't it?" said ne. and
turning up his clean white trousers, ne srrolIed
down to the waters edge for closer LOOK
"scandalous." he added. examining her tnoers'
whats scandalous?'
He pointed with his finger Rotten as toucn'
and he pensively drew out an enormous clasp
knife "A man ought to be fined Tor uearins
human life so careless. See hereP
He drove the knife at a selected spot, and the
blade sank in 10 the hilt
From the interior, prompt on the stroke, aros.
g faint scream.
Ito be contfnued9