The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-07-21

| worthy of even Ze1r attention Tor sew
eral days"
To this Edwin gives slight heed. He
is in a hurry to make an offing before
darkness sets in, and already has the
dingy hoisted up, has broken ground
with his anchor and the Seaguil is IN
der way.
As they round the Cap des Salins,
Enid, who is still using the marine
glass, though it is now growing dusk,
notices that the lateen-rigged fishing
boat has boisted sail also, and appa-
! rently being very swift craft, is fCl-
| lowing them rapidly.
| That evening, Monsieur Leboeuf sus-
| tains his reputation as a culinary ar
fist. In addition, he has obtained some
| beautiful viOlets and graciously
stepped in himself from his galley to
arrange them with Gallo taste arts
tically on the dining room table in the
little salon. During this, the petite
cook, being a dark-eyed, romantic and
ferOciOus looking little fellow, attracts
very favorable attention from the la
dies.
Still, though the champagne is cooled
to nicely and the various courses are
as delicious as they would be in a
trst-class Partisan cafe, none If the
yachting party enjoy the meal. The
English officer looks with wistfuI
glance upon his BRIDE and notices that
her spirits have dropped rather than
improved during the day Her big
eyes turn from his, a far-away.
dreamy misery in them, but once or
twice, when his attention is called f ON
her by the exigencies of the meal. her
grand orbs rest on her husband filed
with UnconquerabIe resolution and de-
voted self sacrifice
Miss AnStruther, cOnVersing with her
swain, has graduated from aggressive
YiVacity during soup and fish to a cold
ness at dessert, equaling the ices she
is eating.
Fortunately Barnes is too occupied
with certain mental calculations and
considerations to give great heed to his
sWeethearts eccentric attacks, though
in a detected, distracted way, he
feels them. He is cogitdting: How
snail we best make Johnny Crapeau
innOXious?' for several occurrences
ashore have made him exceedingly
suspicious of Monsieur Leboeuf.
cigars end this almost uncanny feast
the American goes on deck to smoke
ms, and Edwin, putting a big Imperial
relieves the mate in his charge of the
vessel
AS for the ladies, they retire
early, and awake the next
morning to ind the vessel floating mid
way between the picturesque cliffs of
Monte Carlo, that are hazy in the dis
lance, and the mountains of northern
Corsica, Just a little to the southeast.
The sun is bright but pleasant. the
sea smiling, the light breeze like the
breath of paradise. The yachts deck
would be heaven to the charming vo-
men and gallant men who lounge I'M
der its sailing awning, did not the
emotions That the chrafty communica-
tons of CiprianO Ddnella have placed
IN the ladies' heart, change the nau-
ucal paradise into q nautical hades.
After breakfast of which everybody
eats 50 little that Monsieur Leboeuf.
gazing upon the untouched viands. ut
tiers snort of rage. Finding his lady
love still cool to him, Mr.. Barnes. in
very desperation, goes to shooting
again.
The crew, anxious to see his skill.
toss more bottles into the air and throw
up more potatoes for his unerring bull
lets, and every time the American puts
a pellet into one of them he wishes
sardOnically il was the heart Of CT
Driano Danella. This seems to make
his aim very true; and his success is
50 astounding that the crew raise
cheer as he puts one bullet through
two patatOes thrown into the air at the
same time as they cross each other in
their fight.
The reports of his pistol floating over
the placid water reach a considerable
distance At all events, they and the
cheer excite some comment on a little
felucca that has been sailing an al
most parallel course; apparently a very
fast craft, it draws somewhat nearer
Attracted by this. Enid turns her
sharp eyes from the pistol shooting she
has been watching languidly and sud
denly eXclaimS. why, it's the lateen-
rugged fishing boat we saw in the har-
Dor of st. TrODez yesterday after
noon"
Are you sure?" asks Barnes. with |
some concern in his tone, as he ceases |
his target practice.
Certain" replies Edwin, who has 1
put his sailor eyes upon the craft /
That feluCca's got peculiar cant to /
her mainsail I'd know anywhere" To /
this he adds; II wonder where's she /
bound, to the sardine fishing off Cape
Corso?"
At this information the American |
gazes very unpleasantly toward the lit /
tie cook, who is perched forward beat 1
ing some eggs and enjoying the exhibit |
ton of craftsmanship Soon after he /
calls Enid to him and suggests: You /
used to do pretty well with the pistol /
yourself, young lady, at Monte Carlo
you recOllect?" He relOads his revolver |
and places it in her hand
After your exhibition / should make /
myself a laughing stock to the crew."
she dissents, coldly.
You may need to use this weapon
some day." he says almost sadly, land
when you do"
On, you want me to murder some
body" she answers. almost frivolously;
and the young lady carelessly bangs /
about with the weapon, making some /
good practice on a floating bottle. Sud
denly she notes that it is the very pis-
to- that, in Monte Carlo in his efforts
to win her heart, her Burton has
taught her to use. At the tender MEM
cries of that blessed time her hand |
trembles, she misses an easy shot or
two, passes him the revolver and wan
ders sorrowfuily toward the taffrail
Her beautiful eyes fill with tears.
tbs only fOrty-eight brief hours since
they arrived at MaTseilles and were SO
close together. How eager her lover
had been to possess her; they were to
be welded IN three short days A few
hours later he had practically refused
immediate nuptials. Against this, her
pride is always flying up haughtily, un-
cOmprOmiSingly. She will punish the
who does not value her
sufficiently. Girl-likp she doesn't sfav