The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1907-10-30
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CROPPED his way among them.
Gomez he said.
They followed him in silence. I'M
lOoslng their holsters and grimly ready.
A pair of handouts clinked in Hatch's
jumper
Winterslea with keen perception, led
the way like a hound, skirtlng lighted
houses and following devious inland
paths. The comparative openness Of
the village began to give way to the
ranker underground of the plantations
behind 1t. The path sank into a chok-
ing vegetation that stood on either
side and brushed their faces as they
followed In single file. A fallen tree
gave them the passage of a stream.
THERE said Wlnterslea.
The path opened out on a little clear
ing among the trees and showed them,
set on high, the outlines OF native
house. Like all Tahitian houses. 1t
was on the model of bird cage, and
the oval wall of bamboo, set side by
side, let through vertical streaks OF
light from the lamp or fire within.
AS the whole party drew nearer they
heard, deep below them on the other
side, the pleasant sound of falling wa
ter and realized that the cliff they
were mounting overlooked a little riv-
er at its foot Here In exquisite Sc
II. owI ha6 tho
spot for his moral suicide.
Creeping up to the house and look
ing through the cracks of the bam-
boos, his comrades saw him sitting
within, dressed like a native in tapa
cloth, with bare chest and flowers in
his tawny hair. He was sitting in a
hammock, and with her head against
his knee a beautiful girl was looking
up into his face, one hand locked in
his.
In that land of pretty women she
was the one that outshOne them all
Tehea,. the sister Of the king, for whose
sweet favor every man on board had
sought in vain. And here she was,
with her long hair loosened and her
eyes swimming with love, looking up
at the lad who had given name and
honor to win her heart The pair were
hardly more than children, and Brady,
a sentimentalist Of forty, with red hair,
sighed as he peeped throuHl the caves
and thought of his own dear girl at
home.
Garrard laid down the pipe he had
been smoking and in happy uncon-
seriousness Of any audience but the wo-
man at his feet began to sing His
voice had always been his greatest
charm and the means of gaining him
the friendship of men much older than
himself. 1t had won Hadow. 1t had
won Francis. There was not a blue
Jacket on board the Dauntless but
whose eyes had moistened under the
spell Of Jacks clear tenor. No one
could render with such delicacy, puri-
ty and sentiment those ballads, now
so old fashioned, that used to sOlace
our seafaring fathers in the fifties.
Jack lay back In the hammock and,
with wonderful tenderness and feeling,
sang "Flow Gently, Sweet Alton" re-
peating the last verse several times
over. 1t was plain that something in
it-sOme phrase or line-had deeply
moved him. for he suddenly bent over
and laid his face in his hands, shak-
ing with a strange emotion. Tehea
arose and, throwing Der arms round
his neck and forcing away his hands.
pressed her lips to his wet eyes. Even
as she did so Brady gave the signal
for the whole party to move round to
the door.
He entered first, the others close be
hind him. Jack leaped to his feet,
white and speechless, his wide open
eyes those of an animal at bay. Brady,
Winterslea, Stanbury-J Jones, Hotham,