The Saint Paul globe., 1904-06-05
Copyright by
Mcclure, Phillips z Co.

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the bateau an'-an you ask me that I
leave him"
Her voice choked and she covered her
face with her hands.
The Mate dug his foot in the sand and
gnawed the end of his new, bristllng mus
tache.
'Is there any other reason. Celeste?" he
asked in q voice like the echo OF the surf.
she raised her head. and the sunlight
shone on her face. The little hands were
tightly clasped.
An, yes; there is more. I have known
many men in many country, many who
nave the Wit, the resource, the courage.
the heart of gold. But never have
known man who have them all, as this
gran man; and he has, beside"-she
turned and covered her face with her
hands-''mon coeur!" She sobbed softly.
oh. hell" growled the Banker; lets
go!"
"Goodby, children" called the Baronet.
"We'n have a schooner here for you in
fortnightw
He dug his oar blade in the hard
packed sand, when suddenly a feeble
spark of decency fared up from deep In
the Bankers sordid soul.
"If Celeste's not coming we might
leave her ration" he muttered.
at say, by JoveI that's so--What2'
There's some hope for you yet, old
man." said the Mate genially to the
Banker.
Who's going to chaperon you two un-
til the schooner comes?' asked the Bar
onet tocosely.
"ThisP' said the Mate In a toned
voice. He snapped cord about his neck
and drew forth a heavy golden ring. The
blue eyes Of the Countess opened wide.
TT was my mothers. Celeste. VIII you
wear 1t for me-alwayS?"
She put her hand in his. eyes. J-J-
Jordin Knapp
The busy little Jap. who had been swab-
bing the boat dry, leaped TO his feet so
quickly that he almost had capsiZe.
"Ee-e-e-e-yah!" he squealed, pointing
seaward
The mates keen eye was the first to
follow the boys.
Sailor he roared In a voice that
sounded like cry of pain. Suddenly he
threw his hands above his head.
They've come for us! The other boats
been picked up! What?-What?2" He
did beach dance that would shame
cannibaI
The Banker stared out to sea as II un-
certain of his part Of the play.
Close to the shore the placid waters lay
pearly gray, still unawakened in the shad-
ow of the palms Beyond, the sparkling
waves danced sun kissed and joyous with
the life Of the growing day. Far on the
low nOrlZOn widening DdIlU VI uALHdHhd-
rine marked the advent of the trade wind,
and over the skyline a pink pun rose
steadily over the oceans brim.
Larger 1t grew, coursing in the wake OF
the breeze, and soon the darker speck that
marked the hull appeared. On she came.
her topsais shot with the flaming crimson
of the sunrise, and soon snowy streak
beneath her forefoot showed each onward
rush.
Close grouped, as if to concentrate their
sight, they feasted with their eyes until
the Countess grew SO dim she could not
see. A little sob struggled to escape, and
at the sound the Mate and the Banker
turned to her. The eyes Of the two men
met a look different from that thrown
seaward.
"Wen,'' said the Banker, there's no
need for heroics after all. Well all go
together, and let's try to forget this chap
ter. I say we call everything that's hap
pened on this blooming island OF. Ce-
Ieste, don't cry, my"
The Mates arm encircled the Countess.
She turned to the Banker.
"Ah, yes. mon cher! ii shall be as you
wish. Everything is off-but the ring!'
she added softly turning to the Mate.