The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1909-10-01

uneasy. Why does he stay there? It
is not the season"
Are you afraid of Monte Carlo?
don't think you need be. Mr.. Hugh
Saville never was inclined to gamble {"
II am afraid Of something much
worse-a designing woman"
Indeed" And Mr. Rawson glanced
curiously at her.
Eyes," continued Mrs. Saville, strok-
ing the little dogs head thoughtfully.
When he was abroad some time ago
| he made the acquaintance of horrid
old gambling, disreputable friend of
Lord Everton's. This man has daugh-
| ter, and 1 heard accidentally that
| Hugh was a great deal with her When
| such penniless adventures. He laugh.
| ed in an odd, bitter way, and said,
| Don't trouble yourself, my dear moth.
| er; Miss Hilton would not look at me-
l at once saw some deep scheme in
this; don't you?"
We'll, I can't possibly say; there
are so many sides to human nature
| feminine human nature especially.
The young lady must be rather pecu.
liar If she would not look at Mr.. Hugh
Saville. 1 should say he was rather a
pleasant object"
II know you are fond of Hugh, Mr.
Rawson; your regard for him strength.
ems the old ties that your excellent
service has created"
"Humph!" said Rawson to himself,
docs she think 1 am her footman?''
| YES" he observed, your son was a
true friend to my poor wild lad. It's
owing to him that he is what he Is
now, and has a chance of a respect.
able life"
Il am very glad he was Of use to
your son." returned Mrs. Saville, with
an air Of infinite superiority. But,
Mr.. Rawson, do you not think Hugh's
| answer evasive?"
"Mr. Hugh Saville is never evasive.
| He may have been a little huffed with
| the young lady"
Then she was on the track of some
| other prey" said Mrs. Saville, scorn.
fully. Il nave an admirable match for
| Hugh, desirable in every way; so,
when I found he had wandered back
| to Nice and was lingering there, felt
| not little uneasy"
did you say the young lady's name
is Hilton?" asked Rawson, suddenly.
Eyes; her father is, or calls himself,
| Captain Hilton"
Then 1 don't think you need dis
tress yourself. I saw the death Of a
Captain Hilton about fortnight ago
| in newspaper. He died somewhere
| in France, but not at Nice. I noticed
the name because-oh, because I have
heard Lord Everton speak of him.
How can you tell if it be the
| same?" Mrs. Saville was beginning,
with great animation, when the butler
| appeared, carrying on salver large
| envelope bearing the inscription ION
Her Majesty's Service" and addressed
| to Lieutenant Hugh Saville.
"This is some appointment for my
son." cried Mrs. Saville 81 knew it
would come in this unexpected way Is
| it not maddening that he should be
absent?" AS she spoke, she tore the
letter open and glanced at it, and ex-
claiming, Eyes, as l thought" handed
1T to her confidential adviser. He took
| 1t, and read as follows:
Admiralty, Whitehall, July 20.
| Sir have the honor to inform
| you that you are appointed to H. NJ S.
Vortigern, Flagship of Admiral Ward.
law, on the West Indian Station.
"You will proceed by the Mail leav.
ing Southampton on the Goth instant
! for Port Royal, Jamaica.
eff H. M. S. Vortigern has left, you
will report yourself to the Senior Ma
val Officer, from whom you will get
directions where to join your ship.
II have the honor to be, sir, your
obedient servant,
ROBERT BROWN,
Secretary to the Admiralty"
"To Lieutenant Hugh Saville,
stafford Square, S. w."
There, that is just the opening
Hugh has wished for-lieutenant of
the flagship on the West Indian Sta.
ton. Why, If this threatened rupture
with Russia comes to anything, the
West Indian squadron would most
| probably be ordered to the Black Sea-
nothing is more probable; then he
might have chance of distinguishing
himself. l want to see my son an ad.
miral! How infinitely provoking that
he should be ABSENT"
"You must telegraph to him without
a moments loss of time," said Mr..
Rawson. "If he starts tomorrow or
tonight, why, he'll be here in thirty.
six hours. Very little time need ha
lost. Shall I wire for your"
"Oh, yes, please; and reply to this
too. Let them know he is coming"
well, there Is little danger of your
son being caught now, Mrs. Saville
If Venus herself had her hand on him
he must break away, when such a sum.
mons may mean fighting. Good morn.
ing. Leave the telegraph to me. and
accept my best congratulations" Mr.