Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1910-07-07

traditional feeling 81 the morning after.
but the coffee fragrance was pleasant.
"You are too good" said she, accept
ing the chair. II shall be glad to eat
. little. Where IL your-your friend?"
Hes som'eres about" replied the
captain. "Ah really don't know, ma'am.
Won't you please take yo coffee?"
The coffee was black and strong.
Tho broth was a temptation, and she
slipped with increasing appetite. But
tered yam and planked trout brought
the meal to q triumphant end. Yet
where was she, and how should she
depart? Where was the Roc? Who
were these men? The guns, the brass
instruments that looked as II they per-
tanned to navigation, the big window
less shed, all suggested things nautical.
bold and nefarious. The kindness and
| courtesy Of the rough looking fellows
treasured her as to her personal safe
| ty. Yet If they were smugglers or
freebooters how could they safely re-
turn her to the civilization Of coast
guards and constables? It was deli
ciously romantic-but how creepy!
She turned to Captain Harrod with
an expression 80 agitated that he was
! somewhat startled.
II wish you would say to the lieu
tenant" said she. chat must see
him at once If possible"
The fisherman analysed this speech
for perhaps a minute In absolute ST.
lence, then he said. Eyes, ma'am," and
instantly produced Carson, who. so
far as Virginia could Judge, had been
within the captains sight when she
had been assured that his whereabouts
were unknown.
"You are" said the young man,
avoiding any reference to her recovery.
doubtless wondering where your
companions may be and thinking it
strange that they have not returned?'
cit is strange" said she. Some
thing must have happened to the en-
gines."
NO." said Theodore, mot that.
They all but blew out to sea. They
simply had to fight their way of to-
ward Pensacola, where they must have
made harbor. 1t was almost half d
gale"
"And so-they went-and left mef'
"They really couldn't help it." urged
the young man.
ut shows the sort Of man silberberg
is" she cried holly. "And now per-
'haps you win be 80 good as to help
| me to some conveyance to Mobflew
IT have boat on the lake" said
Carson, 'half a mile inland. There is
- nhouuoy - DoIvrn<%o RAAnh Tho
boat and crew are at your service
k'tI should prefer to walk. II you
please" said she.
Unless you have day or two to
spend In the journey should not rec
cmmend the attempt"
II know some people," said she, ':at
the Yupon Hedge inn at Palmetto
Beach. Can you
III we go at once" he replied, you
may be there for dinner"
II am ready" said she. rising. LET
us go. please. Immediately"
Captain Harrod led the way easterly
alongshore to spot where the shrub
grew we'll down toward the beaten
beach. They walked back between
Q q
low place in the dunes, down to the
dry, hard bottom Of a former pool.
They emerged upon little irregu.
lar hillock and looked forth upon q
strange tarn Of inky water, its black
waves crested with foam, like white
plumes on funeral Grape. The shores
Of this sinister lake were densely
wooded by sullen ranks Of pines and
expresses. Virginia gasped at sight Of
eery spot in which to be cast away
with these strange men who lived be-
hind closed doors and walked the
sands as to leave no footprints!
Haul out the launch. captain"
Why was the trim. speedy looking
launch SO completely hidden in the tall
cane7 The puldoos pudding in the
reeds made sounds like proving &C.
completes
Miss suarez swept haught1ly to her
place in the boat Carson. with his
eye steadfastly fixed on his engine.
quickly showed of.
"Evenin' to yeh," said the captain,
still with one foot In the water, like a
heron.
'Good evening"" responded the young
man.
Virginia said nothing. Carson, steal
ing look at her, saw the flush dying
out upon her face, and a smile taking
its place-a dimpling, spasmodic smile,
accompanied by little quick Citations
Of the nostrils, al II Miss Suarez was
DESTROYS Of INDUCING In a laugh, but
saw no citable reason for 20 doing.
She waved her handkerchief at the
captain.
do you see." said Carson, pointing
to the receding shore, '.that the little
hill at the landing Is just q mass Of
shells!
"Why, so 1t is, believe" she ex-
claimed. sHow came SO many thereY
Its a prehistoric kitchen hidden"
said this most extraordinary young
pirate. $50 many people lived there
that they literally made Hill Of the
shells Of the mollusks they ate"
"Indeedl' calculated Virginia, and
after . long pause she added, How
oddf"
Mentally her speech was, How odd
that this young outcast should know
about archaeology, or IL it paleontol-
|ogyT