The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1906-05-18
that Sarah Purfoy was in the pie. r

that Sarah Purfoy was in the ples r
he asked.
"Not she" says Frere; eager to avert
inquiry. How could she BET Ploti
She's sickening Of fever, or I'm much
mistaken"
Sure enough, they found Sarah Puf-
foy lying where she had fallen a guar
ter Of an hour before. The clashing Of
the cutlasses and the firing Of muskets
had not reused her.
1--WE must make a sick bay some
where" says Pine, looking at the sense
though I don't think She's likely to be
very bad. Confound her-I believe she's
the cause Of all this. I'll find out, too,
before many hours are over; for I've told
those fellows that, unless they confess
all about 1t before tomorrow morning,
I'll get them six dozen apiece the day
after we anchor In Hobart Town. I've
a great mind to do It before we get
there. Take her head, Frere, and Wen
get her out Of this before vickers comes
UP. What fool you are, to be surel
/ knew what 1t would be, with women
on board ship. wonder Mrs. v. hasn't
been out before now. There-steady past
the door. Make haste, now, before that
little Parson comes. Parsons are reg
ular old women to chatterw and thus
muttering, Pine assisted to carry Mrs.
Vickers' maid into her cabin.
II don't wonder at you making a
fool Of yourself. Chances are you've
caught the fever, though this breeze
will help to blow It out Of us. Blunt,
tooY
What do you mean2" asked Frere.
hastily, as he heard a step approach.
what has Blunt to say about herT'
"Why, man, she was making eyes at
every man on the ship! caught her
kissing a soldier once"
Maurice Frere's cheeks grew hot. All
the time he had fattered himself that
he was fascinating the black-eyed maid,
the black-eyed maid had been twisting
him round her finger, and perhaps imi-
| tating his love-making for the gratifica-
| ton Of her soldier lover. 1t was not a
pleasant thought; and yet, strange to
| say, the idea of Sarah's treachery did
not make him dislike her. There 10 a
sort of love which thrives under H.
treatment.
| Vickers met them at the door. "Ptne.
/
him in his cabin grooming. Come and
look at him."
| The commander of the Malabar was
lying on his bunk in the betwisted condi-
ton into which men who sleep in their
clothes contrive to get themselves. The
doctor shook him, bent down over him,
and then loosened his collar. ''He's not
sick. Halloo!' says Pine, smelling at
the broken tumbler, whats this? Smells
queer. Laudanum! Hes been no
cused"
"Nonsensev'
II see it," slapping his thigh. "It''a
that woman! She's drugged him, and
meant to do the same for-"(Frere
| gave him an imploring look)-"for any
body else who would be fool enough to
let her do 1t. Dawes was right, sir
She's In it; I'll swear she's in it."
What! my wife's maid? NONSENSE!
said Vickers.
| Its no nonsense. That soldier who
was shot-what's his name miles, he
| but. however, 1t doesn't matter. It's
all over now"
THE men will confess before morn
ing" says Vickers, "and we'll see." And
he went off to his wife's cabin.
His wife opened the door for him
She had been sitting by the child's bed
side, listening to the firing, and waiting
for her husbands return, without muir
muir. Flirt, fribble, and shrew as Oh.
was, Julia Vickers had displayed, In
cases of emergency, that glowing cour
age which women Of her nature at time.
possess. Though she would yawn ovel
any book above the level of q gentee
love story; attempt to fascinate, with
ludcrous assumption of g;rlishness, boy,
young enough to be her sons; shudder al
a frog, and scream at spider, she coult
sit throughout a quarter of an hour Of
such suspense as she had just under
gone with as much courage as If sh,
had been the strongest minded woman
that ever denied her sex. els it al
overf" she asked.
ayes, thank Godr said Vickers, paus
ing on the threshold. "All il safe now
though we had q narrow escape, be
lievs. How's Sylvan
The child was lying on the bed, will
her fair hair scattered over the pillow
and her tiny hands moving restlessly t,
and fro.
"a little better. think, though Oh,
has been talking a good deal"
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