Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-11-30

sation almost word for word.
"He said that HE name was Yuryi,"
he concluded. That is George in Eng
lish."
"oh. he's George, is he! And
what's his dead brothers name, again.
pleased"
Ivan. That is John. Before we
part, Van Torp, may az well tell
you that my engagement with Miss
Dome is at an end. She was good
enough to inform me Of her decision
through Lady Maud. One thing more,
please. wish you to know, as be-
tween man and man. that have
treated Baraka as would my own
sister since got her out of prison,
and beg that you won't encourage
any disagreeahe talk about her"
We'll, now" said the American
slowly, I'm glad to hear you say that,
Just in that way. guess It'll be all
right about any remarks on board my
ship. now you've spoken"
Thank you." said Logotheti, NOV.
ing towards the gangway.
: They shook hands with some cor
diality. and Logotheti. ran down the
steps like sailor, without laying his
hand on tho man-rope, stepped on
board his launch and was off in mo
ment.
= "Good-by! good-by. Miss Barrack,
and good luck to you!" cried Van
Torp, waving his cap.
Logothet translated his words to
Baraka, who looked back with q crate.
full smile, as II she had not just heard
that the man she had risked her life
to find in two continents had been
dead four months.
1T was his portion" she said grave,
". when she was alone with Logo,
theft on the Erinna, and the chain
was coming in fast.
Van Torp went back to the main
saloon and found Lady Maud and Kra.
linsky there. She was apparently
about to leave the count, for she was
coming towards the door, and her
eyes were dark and angry.
"Refus," she said, this man is my
husband, and insists that I should
take him back. / will not. Will you
kindly have me put ashore before you
start again? My things are ready
now"
Excuse me-" answered Mr.. Van
Torp, digging his large thumbs into
his waistcoat pockets, there's mis-
take. He's not your husband"
He is, indeed!" cried Lady Maud
in tone her friend never forgot.
Il am Boris Leven," said Kralinsky
in an authoritative tone, and coming
forward almost defiaItly.
Then why did you tell the Tartar
girl that your name was George ?'
asked Mr.. Van Torp, unmoved.
II did not"
you've evidently forgotten. That
Greek gentleman speaks Tartar better
than you. / wonder where you learned
it! He's just told me you said your
name was George"
my name is George Boris" an
swered Kralinsky. less confidently.
He was not coward, but he had
never been face to face with Van
Torp when he meant business, and the
terrible American cowed him.
my husbands name is only Boris
nothing else" said Lady Maud.
We'll, this isn't your husband; this
Is George. whoever he ia, and II you
don't believe 1t, I'm going to give you
an object lesson"
+ Thereupon Mr.. Van Torp pressed
the button Of bell in the bulk-head
near the door. which he opened, and
he stood looking out. A steward came
ct once.
Send me Stemp," said Van Torp in
q low voice, as he stepped outside.
Eyes, sir"
.And. see here. send six sailors with
him"
Very good. sir"
Mr.. Van Torp went in again and
shut the door. Kralinsky disdained
flight, and was looking out of a win
dow. Lady Maud had sat down again.
For the first time in her life she felt
weak.
In less than one minute the door
opened and Stemp appeared. impas-
sive and respectful. Behind him was
the hoatswain, q huge Northumbrian.
and Ave young seamen in perfectly
new guernseys, with fair quiet faces.
"stemp."
yes, sir."
take that man somewhere and
shave him. Leave his mustache on
van TorD pointed to K!S-zaa!.;;nss!ksSS.
For once In his life Stemp gasped
for breath. Kralinsky turned green.
ish white. and seemed paralyxed with
rage.
take his beard Oh, sir. you mean? ~
Eyes. Leave his mustache. Here,
men," added Van Torp, take that fel.
low outside and hold him down in a
chair while stemp shaves him. Seer
The boatswain looked doubtful. "He'e
pretending to heS somebody he's not .
said Van Torp, ION my ship, and
want to see his face. It's mutiny II
you don't obey orders!"
Aye. aye, SIR" responded the boat
swain cheerfully. for he rather liked
the job since there was a good reason
Tor It.
But instead Of going about his bust
ness gently. the Northumbrian giant
suddenly dashed past Van Torp in q
fash, and jumped and hurled himself
head foremost at Kralinsky's legs, ex-
actly a. II he were diving. In the
counts violent fall the revolver he
had drawn was thrown from his hand
and went OF in the air. The boat
swain Ass32 seen Il !: time. The hse