The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1909-10-06
Wingate, unable to contain him.
cole coi1od tho othpr'c arm

Wingate, unable to contain him.
self, seized the others arm.
"See here, St. George! That girl
has conceived the idea of hunting up
Trevor, and demanding the money
which he stole from her father. And
she has chosen me to find out where
the man is hiding.!'
"Ah!" said st. George.
IT assure you, I do not c~ountenance
the scheme-on the contrary, I op-
pose it heartily. 1t is preposterous,
sir, to think of a girl like that faring
forth alone-for she insists on going
alone-to seek restitution of Trevor
st. George bit the end of his cigar
thoughtfully.
"Why discourage her? The idea
is not so bad" he said.
"Sir, it could not well be worse"
"I do not know about that. She
has a persuasive voice, and her face
matches it. Let her have her way
she may yet win the game"
"Fiddlesticks!" said Wingate, in
dignantly, and he turned on his heel,
and started off down the street. He
| had not gone a dozen yards when he
heard St. George behind him. In a
moment the blond man was at his
side.
wait a bit, Wingate," he said,
coolly. II admire Miss Hatton's
spirit, and gladly offer such aid as is
in my power to give. So take this
bit of information: After destroying
John Hatton, his friend and business
partner, Philip Trevor, went to Can
ada; but life in the Dominion did
not long please him. So he bought
an island in the Atlantic, several
miles from the Maine coast and there
he is now living in strict %seclusion.
The place is called Deadman's, be-
cause of a massacre of English set
tiers by the men of a French warship
in the early days of the country.
Trevor never leaves his sea nest and
receives no visitors. In relating these
facts, better not mention my name,
Wingate, as Miss Hatton might nat
urally ask how I knew"
Trust me for that" answered
Wingate.
by what route can n reach the
island?"
st. George drew a notebook from
his pocket, and penciled some lines
,,non q 1nof Thic he nYf in VIM
gates hand.
Here are full directions. I think
Miss Hatton may safely make the
journey alone, as far as the Maine
coast-beyond that point I cannot
speak definitely"
Greatly obliged, I'm sure" said
Wingate, but st. George was already
walking back toward the club house.
The old lawyer continued on to his
Office. In an inner room, reserved
for private business. Teddy Craven
sat writing at a desk. Mr.. Wingate
entered, red as a turkey cock, and toe
full for silence.
You can't think, Craven" he
burst out, what that younger Miss
Hatton wants to do"
II heard it all on the way from
the steamer to-day" replied Craven,
meekly. She was telling her plans
to her sister, and 1 could not avoid
listening"
zone thing, however, you do not
know" insisted Mr.. Wingate. II
have just been told of the wherea-
bouts of Trevor. The rascal is liv-
ing out of the world, on a Robinson
Crusoe island in the Atlantic-a pref
ty place, upon my soul, for Miss Hat
ton to venture into, thinking to wrest
from him the spoil he has held these
five years back"
Craven leaped to his feet in great
agitation.
You must stop her, sir! You
must not let her attempt it,"
stop Jacqueline? You are young,
boy-you don't understand the sex"
But try, sir-for the love of God,
try! Miss Hatton does not dream
of the danger involved in her under
taking"
"a wilful woman must have her
way Her purpose is fixed. Have
you looked in her eyes, Teddy?
Plenty of spirit and resolution there,
eh?"
THE sweetest eyes ever seen, sir!"
groaned poor Teddy. "She is an in
comparable creature!"