The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1908-03-04
didn't eat a mouthful"
Neither did Miss Anstruther,"

Nonsense! Enid was enthusiastic
over our parlez-vous cooks culinary
triumphs.'
Yes, with her lips, but not with
her teeth mutters Burton, grimly.
"Womanlike, she cried out about filet
mignon and omelette souf1le and af-
fected to eat-but-"
But stored away no cargo" sug-
gests Anstruther. so much the bet
ter for you, old man; when a girl gets
off her food she's hard hit in some
other part of her anatomy than her
stomach. My sisters a good sailor, so
it isn't sea sickness affects her"
Sea sickness!" jeers Barnes, saw
agely. Cant you see that every hour
Enid grows more cold and more
naughty to me, Furnishing me because
didn't wed her that day in Marseilles,
when even Emory, the cold-blooded
Yankee detective, shuddered and said
it would be a crime for me to marry
with this deyilish threat carry in my
pocket against any woman who is I'm.
fortunate enough to become my wife"
1T concerns my sister; supposing
you show it to me-" suggests Edwin.
Surprising you show it to mel"
comes to them in a clear voice from
the neighboring cutter.
My God, you overheard?' Barnes
faces his beautiful fiancee as she stems
from the large boat that, after the mer.
chant fashion, has now been slowed
on the deck amidship.
Certainly! Hoping | had done your
love an injustice, | have been trying
to overhear some such revelation as
this for the last few days" The girls
eyes are beaming now, tender with
love and hope.
Then she breaks forth almost pas
sionately, You owe this to my love
for you. Since you seemed reluctant
to wear me as your bride, to accept
my wifely devotion, my pride has suf
Tered so much that you, Burton, can
not deny me the sight of that letter so
that | may again trust the ardency of
your desire to make me yours"
Best give it to her. remarks her
sailor brother, grimly.
You advise it, them" :
Yes, she will never rest without it
now, if | know Enid of old"
Barnes silently places the accursed
threat against the woman whom he
dares to marry and her offspring in
the hand of his betrothed
She carries it to the pinnacle light
and reads it carefully twice over.
Then she returns to them, her eyes
brilliant with determined devotion, yet
swimming with tenderest love. You
let such chimera as this little piece
of paper, the rawlings of some maniac
on revenge, stand between you and my
love-
No, no; this threat-you have had
proof enough-is a menace all our
lives. l desire to put its author where
he can do no harm to you before
we'd YOU"
Before? After you wed met cries
his fiancee, in exalted mood. Let us
together face and annihilate this
f1end."
But remember this is an undying
feud. Think what my self-reproach
would be if let your love for me
bring miserable death to you, my
adored," whispers Barnes.
my death couldn't happen sweet
heart, unless you died also, Burton"
she says simply.
Il demand of this gentleman" she
continued, who says he loves me. that
he weds me the moment we go on
shore at Nice even if it brings me into
the unhappy feud proclaimed against
him. No, no; don't refuse me- Bur-
ton she whispers, determinedly, tbs
the last chance. You wed me then or
never wed me! If you cannot trust
me with your woes, I'll not take part
of your joys"
More enamored than ever with the
charming girl who will risk death to
be his bride, Barnes silently extends
his arms, and she falling into Them
the yachts deck becomes heaven to
these lovers.
The next day the sun again rises
bright over the Mediterranean. The
felucca is never sighted. Monsieur
Leboeuf serves meals fit for fairy
princess in the salon, and Enid and
Barnes have such appetites the cook
is delighted.
A few days later the Seagull, under
the name of the Wildfowl drops her
anchor in the little bay at Villefranche,
coming in, not like sprightly yacht,
but like slow. numbering. carelessly
sailed and inadequately handled mer-
chant craft.
To avoid the curiosity of passing
boats, Edwin has anchored near the
Beaulieu side of the bay. Upon this
Barnes now directs his glass. Looking
it over, the American thinks it will be
much more probably the location of
Lady Chartris, as it has a number of
pretty villas, nestled among olive, al
mond and orange trees, a good many
of them having water frontage and
several being possessed of boat land
i, ings, as he suggested. But on none of
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