Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-11-10
or frenzied yells to rise above the storm.

or frenzied yells to rise above the storm.
"Oh. Joey she said, Il wish you
could speak,
The sound of her own voice startled her.
In fashion, it gave her a measure of
time 1t seemed SO long since she had
heard a spoken word. The captain could
certainly have gone round the whole ship
since he left her. What could have de-
tanned him? She was yielding to nervous
ness again. and was on the point of VEN
turing out. at least as far as the d 7ck-
house ran, to see If she could distinguish
what it taking place on the after
part of the vessel when DR.. Christobal
entered.
Il suppose you thought you were for
gotten he cried. with pleasant smile,
FOR Christobal would have a smile for
woman even on his death bed. There
now. Don't try to explain your feelings
You have had very trying time, and 1
want you to oblige me by drinking this"
This was glass of champagne.
which he hurriediy poured out Of small
bottle he was carrying into glass which
he produced from a pocket. The trivial
action. no less than DIR. Christobal's man
ner, suggested that they were engaged in
some fantastic picnic. The outer horrors
were not for them. apparently. They were
as secure as sightseers in the Cave of the
Winds. awe-smitten tourists who cling to
a rail while mighty Niagara thunders
harmlessly overhead.
The mere sight of the wine caused Elsie
to realize that her lips and palate were
on fire with salt. At one moment she had
not the slightest cogniZance of her suffer-
| ing; at the next, she felt that speech was
| impossible until she drank. Never before
| had she known what thirst was. A some
what inferior vintage suddenly assumed a
bouquet which surpassed the finest cru
ever dreamt of by Marine valley vigneron.
"Ah. that is better said the doctor.
Now If you don't mind, we shall have
the door closed
With peace suddenly restored to the
room, and her faculties helped more than
she suspected, Elsie began to wonder
what had happened.
Where are the others?" she asked;
and why are you taking things 50 coolly?
Capt. COurtenay said
Capt Courtenay said exactly what he
meant. But circumstances proved too
strong for him. We shall not be able to
leave the ship just yet
Cant they lower any of the boats?'
Most decidedly. Two boats have been
gone some time. l imagined you knew
that. Did not the captain tell you?"
At another time Elsie would have
laughed at the prevalent delusion that she
enjoyed Courtenay'S confidence so thor
oughly But she felt that her companions
glib tone was artificial Something had
occurred which he was keeping from her.
She believed that he had gone to the
aloon to procure the wine that she
might have what men called Dutch cour-
age when bad news came.
Il have not exchanged a dozen words
with the captain since you refused my
hel9 in the fore cabin she said. He
had otner n1sat:ars to attend to than
planning the progress Nf events to me.
Why cannot you trust me? shall not
scream, nor faint nor hinder you IN .our
work; | ask you again, where are the
others?''
You mean Miss Barring and Mrs.
Som rville?'
Yes.
If they arr living. they are far enough
away by this time. When their boat was
lowered it was cast off prematurely-'
"Purposely?"
"Ncil-yes. Courtenay had Just placed
Miss Baring's maid on board when some
of the crew let go the ropes. What could
we 20? We We're forced u d-pend on
them"
rs there no other bCat?"
Chlistobal threw out his hands in his
characteristic gesture. He was so en-
phatic that he spilled some of he wine
You take it bravely," he said Il may
as well give you the whole story The
flrst boat lowered was lost, through the
men own bungiing. the captain says.
/, Then there was desperate hight for the
three remaining era t. Most of the Off
GERS We're killed. Courtenay got few OF
US together when Isobel and Mrs. Somer-
vile Joined you here, and we held off
such of the madmen as tried to seize the
jolly boat. They managed to lower two
lifeboats, but, between murder and panic,
not half of the crew escaped in that way.
Four men, who were left behind, prom