The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1909-01-14

| 5A4J Louuu on sHipDOarn- his rlgEt ndnd
| vas in the swathed state which denotes
repairs, and thickness OF lint was fitted
IndeF his collar. There was, too, a drawn
| ,ook about his mouth and eyes, 10 which
I the recuperative forces had not yet at
tended. Negley, simultaneously bandaged,
was on the bridge, in company with q new
officer, secured temporarily at Dominica
The captain was unable to walk, bot sig
uifed his intention Of healing above decks.
| Constable was regarding the sad face be-
fore him, and the beauty Of il had made
him dumb for several moments.
Lara" he said finally, well make the
pilgrimage together to Saint Pierrs-or
the place -
She was very beautiful and very
2roud-our mother - the girl whispered
ansteadily. she told you to leave her
therein the dark, so that We would
never see-how changed she was. know
how she felt"
Lara, Peter and Crusoe made their ar
duous way up the cluttered road into the
Rue de Rivoli A smoky charnal, Saint
Pierre, made human only by the lamenta-
tions Of those who had come down for
their dead from Morne Rouge and the
hills. The wind was still and the sun
shone through silent towers Of smoke, and
1t was noon. No one had spoken for sew
eral minutes. The fruit shop had fallen
in part. The stone arch remained. al
though the wooden door had been levelled
and partly deyoured BY FIRE. CrusOe re-
NAMED outside with Lara, while Peter
went in to see If the place was safe. They
hrn ri p~av 2 hsz arc ~fa raj
lie Of falling plaster The waiting was
long before he appeared and beckoned.
They followed him into the little stone I
shop. a breath Of coolness still fingered !
in the dim place. and the fruiry odor Of I
spilled wine. The ash-cOvered floor was |
packed hard, and still was damp from the |
gusts of rain through the open door and /
the brOken-backed roof. Steady as clock 4
ticking there was heard the drip, drip"
from somewhere among the merciful shsd-
ows, where the old soldier Of France was
sitting.
Lara, dearest, should have spared
T0u this. Must you 90 farther Peter
whispered. "Crusoe and l will be only
a moment"
1 am going. too the girl answered.
The three climbed over the heap Of
stones, which was the rear doorway. and
birds had flown Across the drifts Of
ish, into the dark beyond, they made their
way, Constable leading, Crusoe last.
They were sitting together-the lovers
She had been listening. like Desdemoua,
Is be "spake Of most disastrous chances
battles, sieges, fortunes" Soronia had
been the first to see the sinister face Of
Lago at the doorl She had bent forward
md covered in her arms the face Of her
;oldier. her painter of pictures.
Thus they bad failen-the adveuturer in
he shelter OF the golden vine. Pelee
al covered them with dust-each particle
{ covering dust fresh-wrought from the
ire in which the stars were forged.
Don't touch. Crusoe ;" Peter warned
Something in the tone caused the man I
7ho was accustomed to do as he pleased
o forbear from his investigations. After
n, his own life had been spared because
Constable had taken him captive, and the
rip had paid Crusoe did not understand
that was between the millionaire and the
avolutionist Ii occurred TO him at last {
hat this something must have been great {
: even than dollars; yet he was not sure. 7
he look upon COnstable's face as he led !
he woman into the sunlight was that of
lrtunes lost Crusoe left them there.
nd made his own way back to Fort de :
rance, to wait for his ship. He was
Apply to be alive. but he carried a crown {
x mystery in his brain. This had TO do
ith millionaire's generosity on the one i
and, aud a milliouaire's peryersity on f
lie other. After ALL he acknowledged q
lat he knew less of Constable than when :,
e left New York.
Peter and Lara had descended nearly
the shore when she said: IF your o
range friend had not come into our lives.
e could never have known each other as f
e do now. We might have loved and II
ne our way, without knowing all that Q
means to lie human, without knowing :
| that our hearts could make US do"
1T all worked out like a mosaic for .
" and me. Lara. Our yalisnts fell about II
j, but we were left. Always in our G.
eatest need a man arose to help-Breen, Il
egley, Ernst. little Denny" h
WAS there work for Pugh to do?' she &
ked. II
ALL -AA-tAAG " GsaN sAsLEA ne hEpA Z u
u from going into the harbor too soon r.
shall pay him and let him go his way 81
night in Fort de France. The sea is :.
strange mistress to mother two such :
ms as the lion Negley end the poor little >
ckal Pugh Sweetest Lady, al
am in love with you and the world d
ar witness that l forgive Pugh-aye.
rgive Mondet{ See. down the Rue or
ctor-the wreck of Les Colonies The 70
tie editor was there. perhaps, writing T,
paragraphs on the stanchness Of Pc :,
! Once. Lara, my mother -
ID. Peter, some time you will breathe
: breath of life +" | know what she Gu
ant now. wonder how she knew?"
Mothers are close TO the heart of TO
ngs." bs
There were tears in her eyes. To the tn
ht of them, among the ruins, wsiling w
man had found her own. e.
They had trayersed the Morne dor -
Se. The sun 5athed the fields. The ~
eek of the great plantation house was Sd
nched closer to the ground. As ne
lred the rim of the cisJern. Peter halted ste
ldeuly by the stricken lianas, and beck
d Lara back The well curbing was sn
,ken away, and the earth for yards sur ~,
,ndiug had caved into the nit -