Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-08-14

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staring straight up with unwinking
eyes. his face as yellow as parchment.
He was completely dressed for the
Nv. bis pea-jacket buttoned to the
chin. his heavy sea-boots on. l
loosened the one, drew OF the others,
shut the door, and left him there alone.
1t was clear enough he had again be-
held the ghost, but how came he to be
fully dressed, his clothing still wet
with the salt spray? Breathing hard
from the exertion, I glanced curiously
at my watch to note the hour. Barely
two o'clock. Why, 1t was his trick on
deck; he had deserted his position to
come below. The Sea Queen was rush.
ing through the gloom with no officer
on the bridge. De Nova would be in his
bunk asleep. I sprang to my own
room, and hastily finished dressing,
fully determined on standing out Tut.
ties watch on deck. As came forth
again into the main cabin, winding a
muller about my throat, vision in
white fronted me, grasping the table
to keep from falling.
What is it, Mr.. Stephens? What
has happened?"
Nothing that need in any way
alarm you," and as the vessel gave a
sickening plunge. and her eyes opened
In apprehension, caught her arm firm
ly. Truly, believe me, there is no
danger. Mr.. Tuttle has been suddenly
taken i'll, and am going to relieve
him on watch. You have confidence in
me, have you not?"
Her eyes searched my face earnest.
ly, the gray depths full OF anxiety.
"Oh, yes"
Then now is the time to show It.
I shall remain on deck, probably, until
morning. wish you to go back, lie
down and rest. Let me assist you to
return to your stateroom."
held her closely to me, 50 closely
could feel the throb of her breathing,
the warmth of her flesh, realizing that
she was clinging to me in utter forget
fulness. Only at the door did she
draw away slightly, yet even then
with her hands clasping my arm, her
hands clasping my arm, her eyes
gazing directly into mine.
"You have told me all?"
"All Of the slightest Importance;
the details can wait daylight. l ask
you to confide in me now, and sleep
May have your promise?"
There was something mystifying in
those gray eyes had never perceived
before, and she caught her breath in a
quick Sob
"Yes." she replied, simply, he,
lashes dropping, you may have my
promise"
On deck discovered the yacht la
boring desperately in q heavy cross
sea, the sky clear, and two men strain.
ing at the wheel. In spite Of the star.
shine, they were SO bundled up that ]
was compelled to stare directly in
their faces before could recognize
either.
Mr.. Tuttle has been taken sick and
gone to his BERTH" explained briefly
I will serve out his watch. What
course have you?"
"Sou'-sou'-east by SOU, SIR"
glanced inquiringly at the compass.
card. and then forward, sweeping the
seas with my glasses. There was NO
ice in sight, but the bitter cold of the
air was sufficient proof of plenty not
far away.
when did MI. futile go att" ]
asked.
"Bout 80 minutes ago, SIR"
did he leave any word?"
He never said nothin,' did he, Bill?
He'd been actin queer, an a-talkin
to hisself, an all at once he ran down
the steps, an went aft. Bill an ]
figured it out as how maybe he was
cold. an wanted a drink"
At four o'clock, the sky already be-
ginning to mist as If from thickenins
frost, dispatched one Of the hands
aft to rout out De Nova. He came
stumbling up the steps. perhaps ten
minutes later. still rubbing the sleep
out of his eyes, but became wide
awake enough when he recognized me
"Sacre, wat was zis; Mons. Ste.
sphen? Were was re mate?"
Crouching behind the tarpaulins out
OF the keen sweep of the wind, ex.
planned in. rapid detail what had &C.
Cured since he went below.
ct will probably have to be watch
anu watch with us. De Nova" ended,
firmly. futile is no longer At to be
left in charge Of the deck. You agree
to that?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
by gar, it look like zare was moss.
ing else for it,
mo: It is the only way. Call me at
the end Of your trick. I'll look In on
futile. again az go below"
I did SO, discovering him still upon
his back. his eyes wide open, staring
straight up at the deck-beams above.
lis there anything I can do for you,
Mr.. Tuttle?"
He wet his parched lips with his
tongue, turning his head ever 90
slightly at sound Of my voice.
Another drink Of brandy" he NUT.
tered, thickly. II don't see what IL
the matter with my legs: they won't
move"
I brought him the liquor, lifting his
head SO he might drink more easily.
and expressing hope that he would
feel much better by morning. He re-
turned no answer. and / went across
to my own berth and turned In
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