Lincoln County leader. [volume] (Toledo, Lincoln County, Or.) 1893-1987, 1908-10-02

sion. That's good, men !"
The stranger was overpowered, and the
cable cast off. Harsh fragments of speech
were carried upward, but no sentence.
that cohered sufficiently for Constable's
intelligence. until the very last, when, a.
the ship swung free, he heard plainly:
"I'll get you both. if l have to follow
you around the world !"
II don't know but what you WILL" tn,
man on the bridge muttered to himself
you seem moved by a rather emphatic
disposition"
That night, in his oil skins, Constabl>
paced the hurricane deck. His mind was
serene, and he was inclined to regard the
affair of the morning as a far-off thing
which didn't signify. What had placed
Breen in the fugitive lists he did moi
care to know. He was just enough moi
to forget that there are regrettable trans
actions in every mans pasta black bun
| die of perversities which some men desig.
nate their chamber of horrors" and 9th.
ers call their pet frailties." Constable
felt that he was called upon to judge nc
man. He liked Breen, and did not want
his liking altered, save for the better
He could not imagine Breen doing Q
cowardly thing; and anything else did moi
greatly matter.
The spray swept in gusts over tn,
Madame's dipping prov. The bare masts
tipped with lights, swung with a giant
sweep from port to starboard and back
to port again, lingering the black heavens,
for the blown-out stars. Constable
couldn't be half-miserable out there OF
the tossing floor of the Atlantic.
Mr.. Pugh, the new third officer, secur'
ed at the last moment to take the place
of Mr.. HIATT, who was i'll, was on the
bridge now. Occasionally in the glow OF
Pugh's cigar Constable could see the face
of the seaman. 1t seemed small, color
less and rubbed out-not the face of 8
man who could bring a ship up to port
through a raving gale. 1t was nearly
midnight when Constable went below
Breen was still reading
"How does it happen, Peter, tina, q
man of your substance happens to be Out
here in a sumptuous yacht with only one
guest and that an accidental one?" Breer
questioned.
II have few friends, and little aptnes,
for entertaining" Constable said. 81
wouldn't know what to do with a shiT
load of guests. l took out a party once
The members of this party played poker
l would rush down to the cabin door
calling, Come on deck quickly, my friends
An old socker of a whale is snoring of
our port bowl! All right, Peter some
body would say; bring it right in. III
your deal, Dickie' One man got all tn,
money finally, and then there were testy
tempers."
"Men-men," said Breen; "but wome,
go down to sea in other mems boats"
81 don't know any women up there,
Constable declared. "By up there
refer in general to the States and Can
ada. l shouldn't know what to do witt
women here. They'd be sick. They
talk about things they didn't know about
put on rakish caps, look frowsy wher
the wind was on, and when they haC
sprung all their changes of raiment
they'd want to go home"
Peter, you are on the wrong tack
There are rich mems sons who can u
to sea without poker or bridge; and f1mi
nine arstocrats who know no scasick
ness, and who look adorable in rakisl
yachting caps and blowing hair. Som
time you'll find one"
Breen halted. The other WAS starin!
hard into the prism of glass Oh th
buffet-staring and smiling.
81 believe you are jockeying ME int
delivering platitudes, Peter Brecn lin
ished
81 have an uncle in Martinique, Breel
"a fine old chap whom you'll be glal t.
know. This uncle has a partner in tn
fruit and sugar business. They are keen
kindly men, both-partners in the highe
sense of the word. My uncle is bach
elor, held sweet by past, the good OIL
story. His partner, however, has VII
: and daughter"
, "Ahv
"They all live together in a grand ol
/ plantation house on the bluffs south o
J the Morne d'Orange, Saint Pierre. Mrs
! Stansbury, the wife of my uncle's part
merit is important that you get this
J is a very remarkable woman, tempere
like Damascus blade, ornamental as tn
! vase of Alhambra. This description
/ not extempore. have spent years think
, ing it out am proud of it. A splenli
/ Frenchwoman this mother, with nWsti
eyes, and some strange ii)ight whic
leads her to dislike me soulfully, and tn
8 stuff of Jeanne dare in her brain an
hand. She's not quite adjustable
words. You are fascinated yet afraid @
e her. At least, am. She fires me wit
t childish zeal to show the best wares
: have. The result is, play circus befor
her."
s "Most enhancing lady," said Breen.
: "The daughter is more like the believe
: Josephine" Constable resumed lightly
s "brave and true and tender. At leas
from my pilgrimages and meditations,
o should say that Miss Stansbury resen
bled the empress more than the Swort
a Handed Jeanne. And to think that one
a she graced these very decks That wa