Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1908-04-17
relieves tho mate in hia charge q the

vessel.
AS for the ladies'. they retire carly,
and awake the next morning to find
the vessel boating midway between
the picturesque cliffs OF Monte Carlo,
that are hazy in the distance. and the
mountains OF northern Corsica. just
little to the southeast.
After breakfast. of which everybody
eats so little that Monsieur Leboeuf,
gazing upon the untouched viands,
utters a snort OF rage. Finding his
lady love stili cool to him. Mr.. Barnes.
In very desperation, goes to shooting
again.
The crew. anxious to. see his skill.
! toss bottles into the air and throw up
potatoes for his unerring bullets, and
every time the American puts a pellet
| into enc OF them he wishes sardonicaI-
| ly 1t was the heart OF cipriano Danella.
This seems to make his aim very true,
| and his success is so astounding that
the crew raise cheer as he puts one
bullet through two potatoes thrown
into the air At the same time as they
cross each other In their flight.
The reports OF his pistol floating
over the placid water reach 4 consid-
cradle distance. At all events. they
and the cheer excite some comment on
| little felueca that has been sailing
an almost parallel course; apparently
a very fast craft. 1t draws somewhat
nearer
Attracted by this. Enid turns her
| sharp eyes from the pistol shooting
| she has been watching languidIy and
suddenly exclaims Why. it's the
lateen-rigged fishing beat We saw In
the harbor Of ST. Tropez yesterday
| afternoon
Are you sure?" asks Barnes. with
some concern in hts tone. as he ceases
his target practice.
Certain" replies Edwin, who has
| put his saisar eyes upon the craft.
That felucca's got peculiar cant to
her malnsaii I'D know anywhere" To
this he adds: Il wonder where's abe
bound to the sardine fishing on Cape
| Corsog"
At this information the American
| gazes very unrleasantiy toward the III.
| tie cook. who Ia perched forward heat
ing some eggs and enjoying the exhibi.
| ton OF Workmanship. Soon after he
| calls Enid to him and suggests: You
used to do pretty well with tho pistol
| yourself. young lady. at Monte Carlo
you recollect?" He reloads his 70.
yolver and places II In her hand.
After your exhibition should make
myself laughing stock to the crew."
she dissents. coldly.
You may need TO use this weapon
some day" he says almost sadly. and
| when you do"
"0h, you want me to murder some
body" she answers, almost frivolous
| ly; and the young lady carelessly
bangs about with the weapon. making
some good practice on floating bot
| tie. Suddenly she notes that Il II the
very pistol that. In Monte Carlo In his
| efforts to win her heart, her Burton
has taught her to use. At the tender
memories OF that blessed time her
| hand trembIes. she misses an easy
| shot or two. passes him tho revolver
| and wanders sorrowfuily toward the
taffraIl Her beautiful eyes MI with
| tears.
Barnes begins to watch like = cat
| the French cook. who is now cheerful
~ making ragout for the crews sup
per.
The party In the cabin dine--bothl
gentlemen now apparently with some
weighty matter on their minds. His
wife hears Edwin whisper TO the
American as they 90 on deck from the
dining-table; '1'll take look for the
feIucca--the beggars came about q
soon as we did on Cape Corso.Y
Anything that suggests danger to
the man of her heart causes Marina
| profound uneasiness.
About four o'clock In the morning.
he having been relieved by the mate.
she hears her husband descend the
companionway to the little salon. He
Barnes football Ii heard upon the com
panion ladder and the American says:
Come on deck, Edwin. That Internal
folucca is still logging us. have dir
covered the villain signaling her. We
must act at once."
The footsteps OF the two men indi-
cate that they rapidly ascend to the
deck There is some danger on board
danger for her husband. Marina.
throwing on lace wrapper, steps into
| the salon.
There another lightly clothed young
| lady meets her Did you hear them5"
| asks Miss Anstruther, In gasping
breath. There Is peril to those We
love on deck"
Then the two glide with light feet
| to the gloom above.
In the cookhouse, Barnes and Edwin
are confronting the little Frenchman
who, seated upon his galley chest, Is
uttering cries Of alright. for the stall
wart sailor with niarlinspike In his