Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-08-28
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plantations. We don't care cuss what
you done. Morals amt our long suit,
cause there's never law Of God or
man runs north of fiftythree,' as the
poetry man remarked, an he couldn't
have spoke uuer If he'd knowed what
he was sayin'. Everybody is privi-
legged to look out his own game up
here A square deal an no questions
asked"
She looked somewhat doubtful at
this till she caught the heat of Glenis-
ter's gaze. Some boldness Of his look
brought home to her the actual situa-
ton, and stain rose In her cheek. She
noted him more caPefully-noted his
heavy shoulders and ease Of bearing,
an ease and looseness begotten of per-
feet muscular control. Strength was
equally suggested in his face, she
thought, for he carried marked
young countenance, with thrusting
chin, aggressive matching brows and
mobile mouth that whispered all the
changes from strength to abandon.
Prominent was look of reckless en-
ergy. She considered himAhandsome
in heavy, virile, perhaps too purely
physical fashion
You want to stowaway?" he asked
1--WE had a right smart experience
in that line" said Dextry, "but I.never
done it by proxy. What's your plan?''
''She Will stay here tonight" said
Glenister quickly. You and l will &c
below. Nobody will see her."
II can't let you do that" she OBJ.
jected. isn't there some place where
l can hideY' But they treasured her
and left.
When they had gone, she crouched
trembling upon her seat for long
time, gazing fxedly before her. I'm
afraid" she whispered. Pm afraid
What am getting into? Why do men
look SO Mt me? I'm frightened. Oh
I'm sorry l undertook It," At last she
rose YEARLY. The close cabin op
pressed her She felt the need Of fresh
air &c. turning out the lights, she
stepped forth into the night. Figures
loomed near the rail, and she slipped
astern, screening herself behind life
boat, where the cool breeze famed hel
face.
The forms she had seen approached
speaking earnestly. Instead Of pass
ing, they stopped abreast of her hiding
place Then as they began to talk she
saw that her retreat was cut off and
that she must not stir.
What brings her here?" Glenistel
was echoing a question Of Dextry's
bah! What brings them all? What
brought the duchess and Cherry Ma
lotte and all the restY'
mo, no." said the old man. "She
amt that kind-she's too fine. too deli
cate-too pretty"
That's just it-too pretty! Too pretty
to be alone or anything except what
she is"
Dextry growled sourly. 'eThis coun-
try has plumb ruined you, boy. You
think they're all alike-an' I don't
know but they are-all but this gal.
Seems like she's different, somehow,
but I can't tell"
Glenister spoke musingly:
81 had an ancestor who buccaneered
among the Indies long time ago, SO
I'm told. Sometimes I think have
his disposition. He comes and whis-
pers things to me In the night. Oh,
he was n devil, and I've got his blood
in me-untamed and hotI can hear
him saying something now-something
about the spoils of war. Ha, ha!
Maybe he's right. I fought for her to.
night, Dex-the way he used to fight
for his sweethearts along the Mexicos
She's too beautiful to be good. and
there's never a law Of God or man
runs north Of fifty three"
They moved on, his vibrant, cynical
laughter stabbing the girl till she lean
ed against the yawl for support.
She held herself together while the
blood beat thickly in her ears. then
fed to cabin, hurting herself into
her berth, where she writhed silently
beating the pillow with hands into
which her nails had bitten, staring the
while into the darkness with dry end
aching eyes.