The Richmond Virginian. (Richmond, Va.) 1910-1920, 1910-09-24
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lt'anfsnued from estefuaF.j
Mr.. Philip cayleye" he inquired
gtiftly My name is FanshaW. sir'
and / think my son, who sits yon-
der he stepped ASIDE and inclined
his head little in Toms direction
..is or was once. an acquaintance OK
yours" From her place in the back
ground Jeanne saw look OF perpleN-
ity--Apthing more than that, she telt
sure---come into Philip CayieHs lace,
The old gentlenan's manner was GER
tainly an extraordinary one in when
10 greet total stranger, Eve hundred
miles away from human habitauon'
Cayiey seemed to he wondering %he-
Their it represented anything more than
the individual eccentricity OF the ola
gentleman, or not
Evidently he recognized Tom Fan
shaw at once, and, after an almost
arnpereeptibie hesitation, seemed to
make up hts mind to overlook the
singuiartty of his welcome. II re-
member Lieutenant Fanshaw well, he
said smiling and speaking pleasantly
enough, though the girl thought she
heard an underlying note OF hardness
in his voice. You We're at tho Point
while was there, weren't YOU hut
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'a 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 Eayieys
eyes Il remember you at the Point
very WE'LL he said, hut, unfortunate
sIg, there are some stories OF your
Subsequent career which l remenlh her
altogether too we'll"
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.
lit was not for this old wrong of his
that they had summoned him, rs 10
d bar Of Justice. IL 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
offenee was a piece OF unnecessary
brutality. She could not understand
how kind hearted old Tom could haze
done such thing. Thinking II over
afterNard, she was able TO understand
d little better.
In her own heart she did not be-
lfeye Cayley guilty. Neither the story
Tom had told her, nor the damning
array of circumstances which pointed
against him had counteracted. as get.
the impression which his ssngulariy
charming personality had made upon
her during that strange. mysterious
hour they had had together upon the
ice-iioe the night before.
To her, then. his manner Of coming
aboard the yacht had pointed TO fnno~
8cence rather than to gpiit-his self
possession, his SMILE his extended
hand But to Tom, who entertained
NJ oil nF IA tytItlv
things were the simple manifestation
OF effrontery, ~of an almost inhnman
GOODNESS and impudenee, and had e&-
asperated him beyond his self control.
From behind Toms chair she could
zee how heavily this blow he dealt nad
told For one instant Philip Cayley's
sensitive face had shown a look OF
unspeakabie pain. Then II stiffened
into a mere mask--icy; disdainrut
II was a moment before he 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 preeaution against q blow. per-
haps. 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.
Cayiey bowed ever SO slightly. Il
suppose he continued, that since
last night you also have heard the
story which this gentleman protests
he remembers 80 much to weil?r
Yes" she said.
AT that, he turned TO old MIR. Fam
shaw: .'wili you tell me. sir" he ASK
ed, '.for what purpose | was Invited
20 come aboard this yacht
Tom spoke, before his father could
answer--spokes with short, ugly
laugh. you weren't invited. You
were az the police say, wanted. "
.sBa quiet. Toni" his father COM
nanded That's not the way to talk
Ito anybody"
Cay1ey's lips framed a faint, satiri-
cal smile: and again he bowed slowly.
But be said nothing, and stood. wait
ing for the old gentleman to go on.
This Mr.. Fanshaw seemed to find II
rather difficult to do. AT last how
ever, he appeared to ind the words
he wanted. when Miss Fielding gave
us an account, this morning, OF the
strange visitor she had received lass
night, we were---I was, at least---in-
ciined to think she had been dream
ing ii without knowing 1t. To con-
vince me that you were real and not
a vision, she showed me a material
and highly interesting souvenir of your
call 1t was an Eskimo throwing
stick, Mr.. Cayiey, such as the Alaskan
and Siberian Indians use to throw
darts and harpoons with, 1t happens
that I've had a good deal Of cXpe-