The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-11-24

love you" said the girl in q tired
voice. you may a. well know, for
Il makes no difference now"
IL am sorry" he said. gripped BY
. strong emotion that made him 90
hot and cold. II have been a fool.'
mo: you were merely wrapped up in
your own affairs. You see. had been
living my own life and was fairly con-
tented till you came. Then everything
changed. For q long dime hoped you
oil the west for you. I have kept you
pure and sweet and good-and to think
that such . fellow should dare Mr..
Wayland choked with anger. The
one thing ] cannot stand In a man or
woman u immortality. have lived
clean myself. and my son shall be -
clean - l."
did you say that Boyd threatened
30 come aboard. this EVENING" ques-
toned the girl.
Yes. But swore that he should
not"
Then hen come" said Mildred.
Il was twilight when Willis Marsh
vas rowed out to the yacht. He found
Mr.. Wayiand and Mildred seated in
deck chairs enjoying the golden sunset
while the old man smoked. Marsh ex-
planned that he had excused himself
from his guests to 30 whither his IN
clination led him and drew his seat
close to Mildred. rejoicing In the fact
that no one could gainsay him this
privilege. Moreover. he had won the
unfaltering loyalty Of Wayne Way
land. the dominant figure Of tho west.
Nothing could keep him now from the
success his ambition demanded.
His complainant enjoyment was in
terrupted at last By the approach Of
the second o6lcee. who announced that
q lady wished to see Mr.. WaylAnd.
"A ladyT asked the old man In sur
prise.
Yes, cir. She came alongside in a
small boat Just now with some natives
I stopped her at the landing, but she
oay2 she must see you at once"
'"Ah, that woman again. Mr.. Way
lands jaws snapped Tell her to be-
gone. I refuse to see her."
'very well. SIR" The mate turned.
but Mildred said suddenly:
"wait! Why don't you talk to her,
1atherr'
THAT crsaturs7 have nothing to
say to her."
Mildred leaned forward and called to
the ships odcer: ''Show her up. I will
eco her"
Mildred. you mustn't talk to that
woman her father cried.
1T Is very unwise." Marsh chimed in
apprehensively. "She isn't the sort of
person.
Miss Wayland chilled him with a
look and waved the mate away, then
sank back into her chair.
IL have talked with her already.
assure you she Is not dangerous
Willis Marsh squirmed uncomforta-
bly, In his seat. He fixed his eyes upon
the knot of men at the starboard rail.
Then, With q sharp iudrawing Of his
breath. he leaped up and darted down
the deck.
Over the side had come Cherry Ma
lotte. accompanied BY an Indian girl
shrinking creature who stood as II be
wildered. twisting her hands and star
ing about with frightened eyes. Be-
hind them. head and shoulders above
the sailors. lowered q giant copper
hued breed with q child in his arms.
They saw that Marsh was speaking
to the newcomers. but could not dis
tinguish his words. The Indian girl
fell back ~ II terrified. She cried out
something In her own tongue. shook
her head violently and pointed to her
white companion. Marsh's face was
Hvid: he shook a quivering hand in
Cherry Malotte's face. It seemed as
II he would strike her. but Constan-
tine strobe between them. scowling ST.
lently down into the smaller mans
face. his own visage saturnine and
menacing. Marsh retreated a step.
chattering excitedly. Then Cherry's
voice came clearly to the listeners:
TT II too late now. Mr.. Marsh. You
may as well face the music"
Followed by the stares Of the sailors.
she came up the deck toward the old
man and his daughter. who had
arisen. the Indian girl clinging to her
sleeve. the tall breed striding noise
lessly behind. Willis Marsh came with
them, his white lips writhing. his face
Ike putty. He made futile OBTAINING
grasps at Constantine. and in the ST.
lence that suddenly descended upon
the ship they heard him whispering
What n the meaning Of this p de-
manded Mr.. Wayland.
II heard you were about to SAIL. 30 I
came out to see you before
Marsh broke In hoarsely: she's a
bad woman! She has come here for
blackmail!"
"Blackmail!" cried Wayne wayland
II thought as much!'
THAT'S her game. She wants
money!
Cherry shrugged her shoulders and
showed her white teeth In a smile
"Mr. Marsh anticipates slightly
You may judge II be is right
Marsh started tn sneak hut Mildred