Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-01-02
CHAPTER w.
On lonesome voyage a hoatin' chip
III chirk you up the way brass band
wouldn't when you was to home
The Log Book Of The Lyddy.

1t was near almost noon when Parton
awoke. His head was whirling from the
effect of the night before and too much
drink, and his heart was heavy with that
depression which comes to all at times,
when they are IN course of a hazardous
enterprise. The fear of the police came
back to him hundredfold stronger than 1t
had been at any time before.
He listened nervously to the noises
which cane in through the open window
from the street. He had small doubt that
by this time the police had at least been
notified that he was missing. 1t might be
that the whole meaning of his disappear
ance had not yet been guessed, although
of this he was by no means confident
His stepfather-the nwho was most
vitality interested in his disappearance
would scarcely have had time as yet to
learn at what safety deposit company the
belt and Its contents had been on deposit
and, therefore, it as at least improbable
that he had found that he had carried it
away; but he was sure to grow suspicious
early, and to worry about the sixty thou
sand pounds worth of diamonds which
Parton had carried away with him.
When he entered the miserable eating
room. the sight Of blue coat and police
helmet would scarcely have surprised him.
Even after he had settled at a table and
ordered what the last nights LIQUOR had
left taste for in his stomach. he could not
avoid occasional nervous glances at the
door, He noticed that all those who were
In the dirSy place wore their hats while
they ate, and this was relief to him. He
pulled his cap well down over his eyes,
The problem which confronted him now
was how best to investigate the ships then
lying at the docks and engage passage on
one of them without occasioning remark.
This was not an easy matter to figure out.
Well-dressed young men without baggage
wanting to take passage on sailing vessels
probably were rare.
Mercffully the time which alansad ,p+or
he gave his order and before the food ap-
peared was long, and gave him an opportu-
nifty TO collect his scattered wits. He called
the waiter to him and sent him to get the
morning papers. After his return he ate as
heartily as he could. entirely from a sense
OF the necessity for it and not because of
appetite.
While he ate his attention was attracted
by an article that told how Rudyard Kin
ling, in order to describe the experience Of
one or his characters during long trip
through India in bullock cart had made
the Journey himself
Patton jumped at the suggestion Tbo+
was the solution of his awkward situation
ne had Just reached this conclusion when
IN laying the paper down, he folded 1t bv
chance so that the first column of the first
page came uppermost. This is always In
the London Times devoted to Personal Ad
Vertisements, and Is known the world
oyer owe as the agony column 1t is probably
the most widely read column in any Euro
pean newspaper. And in it Parton read.
HENRY PARTON: Don't return T nm
derstand your reasons for going and think
you are Justified. Watch this column for
any information which 1 may be able W
give to you. N. NJ" ~
N. M" could not mean any other than
Norah MacFarren. He was elated and
e enc although 1t warned him that
nus fears concerning the attitude of Mac
farren were accurate and we'll founded
Also, suddenly, and almost with a SHOCK
ne reanzed that he was in love with the
girl who had sent the message to him
He thought wildly for a moment Of poine
10 her-of. offertng to give his treasures re
the old man with the hope that he might
perhaps, win a second fortune, which She
should snare with him; but this plan was
quickly rejected. If he gave up the treasurs
he would have nothing to offer her. and
the idea that he might find another was
too visionary for practical consideration
into him FN' Ao"i'
He called the mourn full hooking waiter
VINO had been attending to his wants. and
INQUIRED where the Lydia Skolfeld lay in
most on her berth in the fog and within
lew moments he was on board
The master of the American barkentine
Lydia Skolfeld was short, chunky, good
natured looking New Engiander, with gray
mustache and close-cropped beard. He
laughed comfortably as he looked Parton
over. isi pa
Good day. young man." he said ioviallv.
DO you want to ship, before the mast on
my old hooker?" = u.
No" said Parton, Il don't want to shin
before the mast; but i want to ship be-
hind 1t. If that Is where, the passengers
ship"
The old man looked at him with some
surprise. 1t had been many years since a
stranger had asked for the privilege of
crossing with him as passenger.
Whats the matter?" he asked You
don't look consumptive, nor yet you don't
look as II you'd been drinkin' yourself to
DEATH Thems the only folks that wants
to cross in sailin ships nowadays"
my name is Carter" said Parton, "and
want to gather material for story"
1t seemed to him that the captain scarcely
believed what he said; but 1t was also evil
dent that II Parton really did want to
write story about a voyage in a sailing
vessel the captain would be glad to have
1t made In the Lydia Skolfeld. It was
quickly apparent that he was Unfortunately
fond and proud Of his ship. although he
ostentatiously called her an '.old hooker"
wind TANNER" and ''rag-power liner"
Before he finally accepted Parton's offer
he had devoted half an hour to an eulogy
of her. and had explained that he owned
her himself having bought the last share
OF her very recently.
How much are you willin' to pay?' he
asked. finally.
Whatever you think Is right" answered