Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-07-30


She had hoped that in some way or
other the trend of her answer might
be | n the skyman's favor, and was
disappointed at seeing thai the reverse
was true.
She had to repress a sudden impulse
of flight when they heard the return
is dinghy scrape alongside the accom-
mediation ladder. And ever though she
resisted it. she shrank back, never
theless, into a corner behind Tom Fam
shaw's chair. The old gentleman was
waiting at the head of the ladder.
blocking, with the bulk OF his body.
the newcomers view of the deck and
those who were waiting there untit
he should have fairly come aboard.
MI. Philip Cayley?" he inquired
stify. My name is Fanshaw, sir; and
l think my son who sits yonder-J" he
stepped aside and inclined his head
a little in Toms direction IS, or
was once. an acquaintance of yours"
From her place in the background,
Jeanne saw a look of perplexity-noth-
ing more than that, she felt sure
I'm into Philip Cayley's face. The
old gentleman's was certainly
an extraordinary one In which to greet
a total stranger, 800 miles away from
human habitation. Cayley seemed to
1e wondering whether it represented
anything more than the individual &C.
centricity of the old gentleman, or not.
Evidently he recognized Tom Fan
shaw at once. and. after an almost i'm
p~erceptible hesitation, seemed to make
up his mind to overlook the singularity
of his welcome. 1T remember Lieuten-
ant Fanshaw WE'LL" he said, smiling
and speaking pleasantly enough,
though the girl thought she heard an
underlying note of hardness in his
voice. you were at the Point while
I was there, weren't you? But it's
many years since I've seen you"
At that he crossed the deck to where
young Fanshaw was sitting, and held
out his hand. Tom Fanshaw's hands
remained clasped tightly on the two
arms of his chair, and the stern lines
Of his face never relaxed, though he
was looking straight into Cayley's
eyes. IT remember you at the Point
very we'll" he said, "but. unfortunate
", there are some stories of your
subsequent career which I remember
altogether too WELL"
The girl did not need the sudden
look of incandescent anger she saw in
Philip Cayley's face to turn the sud
den tide of her sympathy toward him.
Il was not for this old wrong of his
that they had summoned him, as to a
bar of justice, to the Aurora's deck,
but to meet the accusation of the
murder of Perry Hunter. Whether he
was guilty of that murder, or not,
this raking up of an old, improved
offense was a piece of unnecessary
brutality. She could not understand
how kind-hearted old Tom could have
done such a thing. Thinking it over
afterward. she was able to understand
q little better.
In her own heart she did not be-
1ieve Cayley guilty. Neither the story
told her, nor the damning array
circumstances which pointed against
him had counteracted, as yet, h i'm
preston which his singularly charming
personality had made pom her dur
ing that strange, mysterious hour they
had had together upon the ice-fioe the
night before.
10 itCIg LlE1ls ilAS a VI CAAAA
the yacht had pointed to in
nocence rather than to guilt-his self
possession, his smile. his extended
hand. But to Tom. who enter
tanned no doubt at all of his guilt.
these things were the simple nantes
tation Of ~effrontery. of an almost in
human GOODNESS and impudence, and
had exasperated him beyond his self
control.
From behind Toms chair she could
see how heavily this blow he dealt
had told. Fol one instant Philip Cay
ley's sensitive face had shown a look
of unspeakable pain. Then 1t stiffened
into a mere mask-icy. disdainful.
1t was a moment before be spoke.
When he did it was to her. II don't
know why this gentleman presumes
to keep his seat" he said. IF 1t is as
a precaution against a blow, perhaps,
he need not let his prudence interfere
with his courtesy
HE has just met with an accident"
she said quickly. HE can't stand
no, Tom. Sit still" and her hands
upon his shoulders enforced the COM
mand.
Cayley bowed ever so lightly. IT
suppose he continued. that since last
night you also have heard the story
which this gentleman protests he re-
members so much too well?'
Eyes" she said.
At that he turned to old Mr.. Fan
shaw; 'rwii you tell me. SIR he
asked. "for what purpose I was in
vited to come aboard the yacht?"
Tom spoke before his father could
answer-spoke with q short ugly