Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1908-07-13
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ness OF others.
How good you have been to mew
she murmured. II can never repay
you. remember now that l said
dreadful things to you IN the salon.
But you did not know what 1t meant to-
me when realized that Captain Cour-
tenay might be falling even then be-
meath the blows Of those merciless saw
ages. have not had chance to tell
YOU that he has asked me to be his
wife and / have consented. love
him more than all the world. And you,
DR.. Christobal. you who knew my IA
Their and mother. who have growuup
daughters Of your own. you will wish
me happiness?'
1t was not easy to bear when 1t
came, although he had guessed the
truth already But he choked back
the wrath and despair which surged
up in him and said, with his stately
courtesy:
II do wish you well, Elsie. No man
can hope more earnestly than l that
you have made the better choice"
Then he turned with q certain abrupt
ness which reminded her Of the change
In his manner she had noticed once or
twice during recent days and quilted
the bridge She sighed and was sorry
for him. knowing that he loved her.
Courtenay, who had been far too
busy to pay heed to anything beyond
|, the brief fight between the boats and
the canoes, perceived now that the
eangway was in position. Lights were
shining on both the upper and lower
platforms.
He stretched out his hand and drew
Elsie to him.
"Are you alone. sweetheart" he
asked.
Yes
kiss me. then. and 60 to meet your
friends. They will be aboard in less
than a minute. oh, Elsie, thought !
had seen the last of your
"Was 1t SO bad as that?" she muir
INJURED, great content soothing her
heart and brain at her lovers admis-
sion that he was thinking of her dur
ing the worst agony Of the fray. He
gave her a reassuring hug.
With her soul singing a canticle of
Joy, she passed from the bridge to the
lower deck. Mr.. Boyle was waiting
there, holding lantern.
Huh" he growled when he saw
her "Praps you'll believe what tell
you before your hair turns gray. If not
sooner. Luck! Did any man ever
have such luck as the skipper? Why.
II he fell on Mong Blong he'd find .
circus net rugged up to catch him."
II agree with you so fully. Mr..
Boyle she whispered. that ! am 60
ing to marry him."
81 guessed as much" he answered.
"At any rate, fancied 1t wouldn't be
for want Of akin on his part"
1t was a wan and broken spirited
Isobel whom Elsie led to her cabin, but
Notwithstanding her wretched state
her eyes quickly took in the orderly
condition of the room.
II left my clothes strewed all over
the floor," she said. with nervous
( cess which Elsie attributed to the
hardships she had undergone. why
did you trouble to pack them awayY
Then Elsie told her Of her hunt for
the powder box aud was so obviously
uncorcerned about any incident other
than the adventures they had both ex-
perienced since they parted that 1so-
bel questioned her no further. A bath
and change of clothing worked mar
vels. Though thin and weak for want
of proper food, neither Isobel nor Mrs.
Somerville had suffered In health from
the exposure and short fare involved
by life on the island. 1t was broad
daylight ere they could be persuaded
to retire to rest, there was so much to
tell and to hear.
Meanwhile the meeting between
Tollemache and Gray was full of racial
subtleties.
Tollemache, stepping forward to
grasp Gray's hand. felt 1t was incum-
bent on him to utter the first word.
HAD pretty rotten time Of it, ex-
pect?" said he.
"Poisonous. And your
"Oh. fair. Beastly close squeak when
you turned up"
Cray became more explicit when
cnur4o,~.. - ','m IN the chart room.
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