The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1907-11-03

She looked somewhat doubtful at
this till she caught the heat OF Glenis:
.er's gaze Some boldness OF his look
brought home to her the actual situn-
ton, and stain rose in her cheek. She
acted him more carefully-noted his
heavy shoulders and ease OF bearing.
an ease and fooseness begotfen of per-
feet muscular control. Strength was
equally suggested in his face. she
thought, for he carried a marked
young countenance. with thrustins
chin, aggressive matching brows and
mobile mouth that whispered all the
-clfangesrl from strength to abandon
Prominent was a look of reckless en-
ergy. She considered him handsome
in a heavy. virile. perhaps too purely
physical fashion.
You want to stowaway:" he asked.
I've had right smart experience
in that line" said DeXtry, but / never
done it by proxy. What's your plan:"
she Will stay here tonight" said
/ Glenister quickly You and / will go
1 below. Nobody will see her.
Il can't let you do that" she OBJ
! jected Isn't there some place where
/ | can hide:' But they reassured her
and left
When they had gone. she crouched
trembling upon her seat for long
time, gazing fixedly before her. I'm
afraid she whispered. I'm afraid
/ What am | getting into? Why do men
look so at meI I'm frightened oh,
! I'm sorry | undertook it, At last she
rose YEARLY The close cabin OPP
pressed her. She felt the need of fresh
air. So. turning out the lights. she
stepped forth into the night. Figures
/ doomed near the rail, and she slipped
astern. screening herself behind a life
boat. where the cool breeze famed her
face
The forms she had seen approached.
speaking earnestly. Instead of pass
ing, they stopped abreast of her hiding
i 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?" Glenister
was echoing a question of De1u'y's s.
Bah. What brings them all? What
brought the duchess and Cherry Ma
lotte and all the rest?'
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. This coun
try has plumb ruined you, boy. You
think they're all alke-an' / don'1
know BUT they are-al but this gal
Seems like she's different, somehow
but | can't telI.''
Glenfster spoke musingly:
81 had an ancestor who buccaneeret
among the Indies long time ago. sc
I'm told Sometimes | think | have
MS disposition. He comes and wills
pers things to me in the night Oh
ne was Il devil, aud I've got his blood
in me-untamed and hot-I can hear
him saying something now-somethine
about the spoils Of war. Ha, ha
! Maybe he's right. / fought for her to
night. DeS-the way he used to figh
for his sweethearts along the Mexicos
She's too beautiful TO be good, ant
there's never a law of God or man
runs north of ffty-three.'
They moved on. his vibrant cynica
laughter stabbing the girl till she lean
ed against the yawl for support.
She held herself together while TIL,
blood peat thiekly in her ears, thei
fed to the cabin. hurling herself int,
her berth, where she writhed. silently
beating the pillow with hands int,
which her nails had bitten, staring TIN
while into the darkness with dry ant
, aching eyes.
Confined next SudaS)