Los Angeles herald., 1906-04-15

SoioudIys DuC WudG ID ulh,. o"h'
starting, back in astonishment. "Only one
Gap'n Jack put in de boat long you; now
dere's two, sah.''
:, This il is my twin brother, Fred" laughed
'aeR @R found him in a cave"
below. "If eber l cooked aboard sech,
curls vessel as dis afore COINS on But
it's all right now"
We're right glad to see the both ay yez
back said Mickey, staring first at Fred and and
That murtherin' Bob an the Spaniard hasn't
let pistol out av their grip day nor night
since they sot yez adrift.'"
When did you get in?" asked Fred,
1lstherday mornin', sur, was the an
swer
Suddenly, Spanish Charley darted up the
fore scuttle, in his usual sailor rig, and,
springing over the rail with a bound, swan
rapidly toward the nearest point OF land In
the harbor.
Let him CO." said Mr.. Carline, who had
come on deck. I'm only too glad to get rid
him 50 easily"
That was the last they ever saw of Spanish
Charley.
In Bob Murray's mattress they found poor
Ouita's simple jewelry and fifty dollars, in
greenbacks, carelessly folded-as Jack had
always thought-in the remaining half of
Oulta IS letter, which mentioned Seavlle as
the place from which he was taken, and con-
cluded by expressing her deep love for her
dear Jack, with many beseeching prayers for
forgiveness. FYg,
go now," suggested Mr.. Wanlo, who had a
printed price list of Chinese exports in his
thick pocketbook.
The junk's cargo was rather better than
the average, taken as whole, and when Mr..
Wanlo offered seven thousand dollars for the
dismasted Junk and cargo, which Mr.. Carline,
after some deliberation accepted, Fred and
Jack glanced at each other in openniouthcd
amazement.
"The first thing we'll do said Jack, after
a little silence, Twill be to haul into the
wharf, repaint and get the Sprite back into
her old shape again.
And by evening she was lying alongside the
junk, while, on the following morning, work
was begun on her in earnest.
A very few days sufficed to put her in the
old iaunty trim, to Fred and Jacks great
Meanwhile Mr.. Carline sold the cargo of
motions" most satisfactorily to native
trader, who paid therefor in mother-ofpearl,
tortoise shell, palm oil and sandalwood.
And, on lovely morning in June-though
all mornings, except in the rainy season, are
lovely at Tahiti-they waved their farewells
| to Mr.. Wanlo and the officers OF the Ajax,
as they sailed slowly past her stern, outward
bound.
"Don't forget to mail my letter, Mr.. Wan
To-" called Fred, who had written to his Uncle
,rom at least six pages of foolscap, detailing
his adventures and the joyful meeting with
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to Mr.. Wanlo.
But, alas! that busy gentleman forgot it
entirely and it lay untouched in the pocket
of his black broadcoth coat, which he had
exchanged for pongee sack, for many and
many a day, while the Sprite was buffeting
Pacific rollers and Atlantic seas, on her pass
age to the port of New York.
ARRIVED, a1st inst. sch. sprtc, Tahiti,
Mason, master, cargo on owners account
Mr.. Tom Ashurst read these lines in the
shipping list with the same mechanical In
difference with which he read everything else.
Fred's supposed loss had added ten years
to his age, and he lived sad, solitary life by
himself continual prey to his bitter recol-
| lections though he was still a comparatively
young man.
"Mason" he said half aloud. "How the
name brings back my boy! If ne had only
| heen spared | might have atoned, in some
degree, for my share In the loss OF his baby
| brother"
And, throwing down the paper, he leaned
mis- head on his hands, as he was accustom ed
to do, hours at a time, on the anniversary of
Fred's supposed loss, in what Mrs. Terry,
the housekeeper, called lone of his bad
SPELLS
Meanwhile, to the wonderment of the loaf
ing population of Seaville, the stage had de-
| nosited at the door of the Seaville House two
| handsome young men, 30 wonderfully alike.
with considerable baggage.
With strangely conflicting emotions the two
brothers made their way down the narrow
| street. arm in arm, the observed of all behold
ers: but no one recognized in the manly, sum
burned countenance of Fred Mason, the rath
err pale-faced, slender boy who had disap-
neared from his native town nearly two years
before and was supposed to have been lost
off the coast-for, as we have seen, by, a