Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-06-21

Mr.. Beasley! Let her go!'
Four seamen with the first mate sprang into
name swung free of its davits and descended with
a gentle flop into the sea, while the yacht, freed of
her master power, rolled easily in the trough of
Where is he?" cried Polly endangering her own
young life in scrambling to point of better observa
ton on the rail- oh there he isl Look! Lo0 kin
holding her hands before her eyes, yet perishing
with human curiosity.
Now there was no doubt whatever to what
Jonah was doing; for he in full view, and his
actions spoke for themselves. With one powerful
hand he was keeping himself ahoat, and with the
other was engaged in shooting at the tugboat with
secutors desisted suddenly in their coarse laughter
and dived for the engine room. Things, as Polly
s st tTts Ehe cTss Them
as the small boat neared him, the three women
hudded together and called out Historically, some
times sngly and at others in shrill concert, Hurry,
men! Row fast ever you can! They We
got him! They're taking him in! Oh, I'm so
glad!' the women shouted, with other inane and
idiotic observations which usually vogue when
a person is being rescued.
AS the triumphant boat came bobbng back, there
fell silence of expectancy; and yet not quite, for
behind the smokestack Ormond and Tracy were en-
gagged in an earnest, low toned argument.
!" But it can't make any difference claimed
TRACY I'VE pick up strange man. ar and d.
pered hotly. Il don't know-Im worried about
Martin He ought to have been more careful. If"
Nonsense, Jim! Why"
For Heavens sake don't call Jim! If only
YOU had brains enough to"
But here the interesting conversation ended
abruptly the rescuing boat grated along the
Yachts side and the sympathetic women called to
those below:
rs he all right Mr.. Beasley? Is he conscious?"
The answer came in the form of a ringing full
throated laugh, and further verbal assurance ex-
pressed in a unsteady deep voice, Sound tr1vet
thank you. I'll be up in minute to prove it in
person.
Stand by for the painter" called Cap
tain Joe from the bridge. "Cleat it, you
lubbers! Hold her fast!
Whatever these directions meant, the
seamen executed them with willingness and
despatch, and in moment more Jonah
ran nmbly up the ladder and stood on deck.
HE was of perhaps twenty-six
IL years, tanned to a healthy brown, and
standing good six feet in his .sopping shoes
He was hatless, coatess. His outing shirt, f
torn literally to ribbons by his friends of the
tugboat disclosed view. of deep. wide
chest and shoulders, while his snewy arms s
swung easily at his narrow hips. His head
was poised much as Vada' S s-carelessly,
but with power,-and the face
which any would remember. 1t
was fresh and fearless, pleasing in every -
line, from the steady gray eyes to the firm
square chin which was marked with heavy <
crease. 1t handsome face and be-
sides it wore dash of impishness, as though "
its owner found modicum of hurnor even
in being drowned.
30 tue women gave MIN a Smile OF well
come Yes they did; for show woman,
of any age of any Cline that does not appreciate
the goodly figure of a man! Therefore the women
smiled upon Jonah. and were glad he
If the women were pleased, however, one man
was not. He peered from behind the smokestack,
grew slightly pale, and whispered hoarsey
Blazes! Do you know who that isl"
"Who?"
It's Brown!"
Brown? What Brown"
why, hm,--the chap that"
Keep your blamed mouth shut!" enjoined Or
mond for the second time, and Tracy, who in