The Plymouth tribune. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1901-1911, 1910-03-24

mother might With revlving strength
Betty found her tongue again. she
questioned her servitor closely.
Have l been sick or drugged?
You've been very sick. my girl But
this sea voyage will put you right
again. When you get back from At
RIGA, you'll
From African" shrieked Betty. "Oh
where and why and how am l going
there? oh. what has happened to
me?"
You're sailing straight for Africa in
the most comfortable manner posi-
ble." answered the negress. but as l
tell you. you'll be sent home well and
safe"
Betty sank back quieted and dutiful-
ly ate for the negress. When she had
finished the black woman went away
and came back with steamer rugs and
wrappings
My name is Tyoga," announced the
negress. bluntly. Then she set about
combing Betty's sadly tangled hair.
and wound the braids loosely around
her fevered head. I'm going to take
you up on deck, new. Mr.. Francis says
you need the air."
Tall and strong as Betty once had
been the giant negress picked her up
as IL she had been a little girl. and
bore her to the upper deck and placed
her in a luxuriously arranged steamer
chair
The glare of the sun on the water
hurt Betty's eyes terribly. but the salt
breeze refreshed her and the relief
from the smell of sulphur and the
sputterings Of the electrical flashes
was unbounded The surface of the
water was unwrinkled and sea and sky
were joined without visible seam at
the juncture. The craft on which she
was sailing was the oldest Betty had
able yacht it was devoid of rigging,
machinery. or even sailors so far as
the casual eye could note. All around
pervaded that uncanny silence born of
the dearth OF human companionship.
Tyoga pushed a little table covered
with books close to Betty's side. tuck
ed her round with the blankets, and
handed her little bell.
It shall be busy below" announced
the negress, but If you want me.
ring"
Then she disappeared down a hatch
way. Betty picked up the magazines
Iistlessly and found in addition sever
al current scientific journals in French
and in German. numerous Of the light
err American and English periodicals.
and a San Francisco daily of a date
several days prior to the murder OF
Cerisse Wayne. The yacht, for sucn
Betty termed it in the absence of any
more accurate knowledge of the nature
| of the craft, made good time through
| the water. It's soft motion, and the
glare of the sun. sea and sky acted as
gentle hypnotic and Betty. with a
| few final efforts for the retention OF
consciousness found herself slipping
| into a dream of wild unrest. Once II
| seemed to her that the Malheureus
stood beside her. and then again Tyo-
ga-she had hard shift to differentiate
| between them. both were so tall. sc
hulking. so sombre. Had she not heard
| their voices in cultural converse
whose syllables she could not distin
| SulSD, sue WOulQ nave tnOuSnI tnd'
the dual personality was but a trick
of her rebellious fancy and that only
one person beside herself was aboard
this yacht of enchantment or delirium
The golden day faded in a rainbow
clash of scarlet and silver, jasper and
| jade, pink and purple and gold ant
green. Pale evening, star-shot ant
misty followed In it's footsteps. At in
tervals Betty reused to be fed, only t
fall again into her dreams of things
chaotic and things Incomplete. Their
| when 1t grew the dark gray dusk. with
a tight and shrivelled little quarter o.
z moon above them. Betty heard thu
| twang and tinkle of a tanjo besidi
her. and looking saw lie Malheureux
deep in the shadow, picking from tn,
strings OF the instrument melodie.
with all the heartbreak and all tn,
soul-ache OF the world within theil
measures.
AS the night darkened the music
grew more weird and from the hatch
way joined in Tyoga's voice, deep
rich, alluring as the Jungles from
| whence she had come. and the zach
sailed on and on to the south. with
Betty fast asleep and all unconsciou!
Of the world wide search for her. nov
paralleling the mystery of the murde
Of Cerisse Wayne.