Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1906-05-19

that Sarah Purfoy was In the piss r
he asked.
mot sheF' says Frere. eager to avert
| inquiry. How could abe BET Plot!
| She's sickening of fever, or I'm mush
mistaken"
Sure enough, they found Sarah Pur-
foy lying where she had fallen a quar-
ter of an hour before. The clashing Of
the cutlasses and the firing Of muskets
had not reused her.
I'VE must make a sick bay some
where" says Pine, looking at the sense
less figure, with no kindly glance;
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 And out, too,
before many hours are over; for I've told
those fellows that, unless they confess
all about II before tomorrow morning,
I'll get them six dozen apiece the day
after We anchor in Hobart Town. I've
great mind to do 1t before we get
there. Take her head, Frere, and wei
get her out of this before Vickers comes
up. What a fool you are, to be sure!
| knew what 1t would be, with women
on board ship. I 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.
Il don't wonder at you making a
fool Of yourself. Chances are you've
caught the fever, though this breeze
will help to blow 1t out Of us. Blunt
tool
What do you meanT asked Frere,
hastily, as he heard step approach.
What has Blunt to say about herr
why, man, she was making eyes at
every man on the shipi 1 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 lmi
tating his love-making for the gratifica-
ton Of her soldier lover. 1t was not
pleasant thought; and yet, strange to
say, the Idea Of Sarah's treachery did
aOt make him dislike her. There lie a
sort Of love which thrives under Ill
trep+ment
Vickers met them at the door. "Ptne,
Blunt has the fever. Mr.. Best found
him in his cabin groaning. Come and
look at him."
The commander of the Malabar was
lying on his bunk in the betwisted condi-
tion into which men who sleep In their
clothes contrive to get themselves. The
doctor shook him, bent dswn over him.
and then loosened his collar Hes not
sick. Halloo" says Pine, smelling at
the broken tumbler, what's this? Smells
queer. Laudanuml He's been no
cusedw
"Nonsensew
II see It," slapping his thigh. Its
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.
TITS 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 childs bed |
side, listening to the firing, and waiting
for her husbands return, without muir
mur. Flirt, fribble, and shrew as she |
was, Julia Vickers had displayed, In |
cases of emergency, that glowing cour-
age which women of her nature at times
possess. Though she would yawn over
any book above the level Of genteel
love story; attempt to fascinate, with
ludicrous assumption of girlshness, beys
young enough to be her sons; shuddsr at
q frog, and scream at a spider, she could
sit throughout a quarter of an hour of
such suspense as she had just under
gone with as much courage as If she
had been the strongest minded woman
that ever denied her sex as 1t all
overT' she asked.
Yes, thank Godw said Vickers paus-
ing on the threshold. "All is safe now.
though we had narrow escape, 1 be-
lieve. How's Sylvan
The child was lying on the bed. with
her fair hair scattered over the pillow.
and her tiny hands moving restlessly TO
and fro.
"a little better, think, though she
has been talking a good deal"