Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1910-03-17

| Nov what did they say, if it isn't
a rude question:" asked the American.
Logotheti repeated the short CONVEX
sation almost word for word.
| He said that his name was Yuryi,"
he concluded THAT is George in Eng
| lish."
ooh, he's George, is he? And
what's his dead brothers name, again,
please?"
Ivan. That is John. Before we
| part, Van Torp, / may as we'll tell
you that my engagement with Miss
Dome is at an end. She was good
enough to inform me of her decision
! through Lady Maud. One thing more,
| please. / wish you to know, as be-
| tween man and man, that l have
| treated Baraka as l would my own
and l beg that you won't encourage
any disagreeable talk about her"
well, now," said the American
slowly, I'm glad to hear you say that,
| just in that way. l guess it'll be all
right about any remarks on board my
|
Thank you," said Logotheti, NOV
ing towards the gangway.
They shook hands with some cor
diality, and Logotheti ran down the
steps like sailor, without laying his
hand on the man-rope, stepped on
board his launch and was off in a mo-
ment.
"Good-by! good-by, Miss Barrack.
and good luck to you'll" cried Van
Torp, waving his cap.
| Logotheti translated his words to
Baraka, who looked back with CRATE
that the man she had risked her life
to find in two continents had been
dead four months.
ct was his portion" she said grave
| ly, when she was alone with Logo
| theft on the Erinna, and the chain
was coming in fast.
Van Torp went back to the main
saloon and found Lady Maud and Kra-
| linsky there. She was apparently
about to leave the count, for she was
coming towards the door, and her
| eyes were dark and angry.
"Refus," she said, this man is my
| husband, and insists that | should
| take him back. l will not. Will you
kindly have me put ashore before you
start again? My things are ready
! now"
Excuse me- answered Mr. Van
Torp, digging his large thumbs into
his waistcoat pockets, there's mis-
take He's not your husband
He is, indeed" cried Lady Maud,
in a tone her friend never forgot.
Il am Boris Leven,' said Kralinsky
in an authoritative tone, and coming
| forward almost defiantly.
'Then why did you tell the Tartar
| girl that your name was GeOrge?"
asked Mr.. Van Torp, unmoved.
Il did not"
you've evidently forgotten That
Greek gentleman speaks Tartar better
than you. wonder where you learned
it! He's just told me you said your
name was George"
MY name is George Boris an
swered Kralinsky, less confidently.
He was not a coward, but he had
| never been face to face with Van
Torp when he meant business, and the
terrible American cowed him.
MY husbands name is only Boris
nothing else," said Lady Maud.
We'll, this isn't your husband; this
| is George, whoever he is, and if you
don't believe it, I'm going to give you
an object lesson"
Thereupon Mr.. Van Torp pressed
| the button of bell in the bulk-head
near the door, which he opened, and
| he stood looking out. A steward came
at once.
"Send me Stemp," said Van Torp in
low voice, as he stepped outside.
Yes, sir"
"And, see here, send six sailors with
| him"
| Very good, sir
| Mr. Van Torp went in again and
| shut the door Kralinsky disdained
| flight, and was looking out of a win
! dow Lady Maud had sat down again.
For the first time in her life she felt
weak
In less than one minute the door
opened and Stemp appeared, impas-
sive and respectful. Behind him was
the boatswain, huge Northumbrian,
and five young seamen in perfectly
new guernseys, with fair quiet faces
"Stemp."
yes, sir"
Take that man somewhere and
shave him. Leave his mustache on"
Van Torp pointed to Kralinsky.
For once in his life Stemp gasped
| for breath. Kralinsky turned green
| ish white, and seemed paralyzed with
rage.
Take his beard off, sir, you mean?"
Eyes. Leave his mustache. Here,
men," added Van Torp, take that fell
low outside and hold him down in a
chair while Stemp shaves him. See?"
The boatswain looked doubtful. He's
pretending to be somebody he's moi"
said Van Torp, ION my ship, and l
want to see his face. It's mutiny if
| you don't obey orders!"
AYE, aye, sir" responded the boat
swain cheerfully, for he rather liked
the JOB since there was a good reason
for it,
But instead of going about his bust
ness gently, the Northumbrian giant
suddenly dashed past Van Torp in a
flash, and jumped and hurled himself
head foremost at Kralinskys legs, ex-
actly as if he were diving. In the