Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-15

The Dart.
Copyright. 1910.
By the Century Company

grew. and as it caught more fully the
slanting beams of the low-hanging arctic
sun. 1t shone with prismatic, iridescent
| color among the gold. like an archangers
| wings The shining thing lowered at last
right above the masthead, but high, high
up in the sky.
Then the four watchers uttered. in one
breath. horror-frozen cry. for. as a
falcon does. it dropped, hurting. But
| not to the destruction they foresaw; once
| more It darted forward, circled half
round the yacht, so close to her rail that
they heard the whining scream of the
air as those mighty wings cleft through
1T. And then. as on the night before. his
planes outstanding straight, Cayley leapt
| backward. clear Of then. and alighted on
the foe beside the yacht.
Old Mr.. Fanshaw walked quickly
| around the deckhouse and hailed the new
arrival won't you come aboard, sir?''
Jeanne heard him call. TIL send the
| dinghy for you
Thank you." they heard him answer.
There wasn't much room for alighting
| on the deck or I could have spared you
the trouble
Jeanne stole glance into Tom Fan
| shaw's stern, set face. wondering If the
| tone and the infection of that voice
would impress him as it had her. Don't
you find 1t hard to believe that he could
have done such a thing?" she asked; "a
| man with a voice like that?''
II only wish / found it possible to be-
| lieve he hasn't. Not every villain in this
| they did life would be simpler He
paused a moment. then added. And we
know he did the other thing-out there
| in the Philippines
Her face paled little at that. stiffened.
somehow, and she did not answer. They
sat silent, listening to the receding oars
of the dinghy as it made for the ice foe.
Suddenly the girl saw an expression OF
perplexit t:y,s come into Tom Fansha h;v
Jeanne. last night did you tell him our
name? Mine and fathers. 1 mean? Did
you give him any hint who We were. or
| that we were people who might know
him."
mo, only my own. and who father was.
He asked me about that"
"Ah." he said. Then that accounts
for his coming back
She had hoped that in some way or
other the trend OF her answer might be
in the sky-man's favor. and was disap-
pointed at seeing that the reverse was
true.
She had to repress a sudden impulse Of
flight when they heard the returning
dinghy scrape alongside the accommeda-
ton ladder. And even though she re-
sisted it, she shrank back. nevertheless.
into a corner behind Tom Fanshaw' s
| chair. The old gentleman was waiting
at the head of the ladder, blocking, with
the bulk of his body. the newcomer
view of the deck and those who were
waiting there until he should have fairly
come aboard.
"Mr Philip Cayley?' he inquired. stiff
ly. my name is Fanshaw, sir; and I
think my son. who sits yonder"-he step
ped aside and inclined his head a little
| in Toms direction-'is. or was once. an
acquaintance of yours. From her place
perplexity-nothing more than that, she
felt sure-come into Philip Cayley's face.
The old gentleman's manner was GER
tainly an extraordinary one In which to
greet a total stranger. five hundred miles
away from human habitation. Cayley
seemed to be wondering whether 1t rep
resented anything more than the indi-
viiual eccentricity of the old gentleman,
or not
Evidently he recognized Tom Fanshaw
at once. and. after an almost impercept-
ible hesitation, seemed to make UP his
mind to overlook the sipgularity OF his
welcome. II remember Lieut.. Fanshaw
WE'LL" he said. smiling and speaking
thought she heard an underlying note Of
hardness in his voice. You were at the
Point while / was there, weren't you?
But it 8 many years since I've seen you.
young Fanshaw was sitting and held out
his hand. Tom Fanshaw's hands re-
manned clasped tightly on the two arms
of his chair and the stern lines OF his
face never relaxed. though he was look
ing straight into Cayley's eyes. II re-
member you at the Point very well" he
said, but unfortunately. there are some
stories Of your subsequent career which
remember altogether too we'll.
The girl did not need the sudden look
M incQ ndoSConf she IN Pn1l1D
Cayley's face to turn the sudden tide OF
her sympathy toward him. 1t was not
for this old wrong of his that they had
summoned him. as to a bar OF justice,
accusation Of the murder Of Perry Hun
ter. Whether he was guilty of that MUIR
der or not. this raking up OF an old, un-
proved offense was piece of unneces,
sary brutality. She could not understand
| how hind-hearted old Tom could have
done such a thing. Thinking it over
afterward she was able to understand
little better.
Cayley guilty. Neither the story Tom
had told her. nor the damning array OF
circumstances which pointed against him
| had counteracted. as yet the impression
atty had made upon her during that
strange, mysterious hour they had had
together upon the ice foe the night be-
fore.
| TO ner, tnen, MS manner OI COHHllS
aboard the yacht had pointed to 1nno-
cence rather than to guflt-his self-Pos-
session, his smile, his extended hand. But
to Tom, who entertained no doubt at all
| of his guilt. these things were the simple
manifestation of effrOneery. of an almost
inhuman GOODNESS and impudence. and
| had exasperated him beyond his self-con-
troll.
| From behind Toms chair she could see
how heavily this blow he dealt had told.
For one instant Philip Cayley's sensitive
| face had shown a look of unspeakable
| pain. Then 1t stiffened into mere mask
icy, disdainful.
| It was a moment before he spoke.
When he did it was to her. II don't
know why this gentleman presumes to
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 command.
Cayley bowed ever so slightly. Il sup
| pose" he continued, that since last
| night you also have heard the story
which this gentleman protests he remem-
bers so much too well?"
| YES" she said.
At that he turned to old Mr.. Fanshaw
"Win you tell me. sir" he asked, for
| what purpose / was invited to come
aboard this yacht?''
Tom spoke before his father could an
Iswer-spoke with short. ugly laugh.
'You weren't invited. You were. as the
| police say, wanted"
BE quiet, Tom!' his father command
| ed That's not the way to tQlk-tO any