The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-09-01

ed Ronald sought Cara. The stolen
treasure might be aid to be q pat
OF his quest, but in truth he rarely
ever thought OF it. 1t was Cara the
girl who had whispered the contes
sion OF her love on his breast whose
kisses he still felt, in the silent
watches of the night, ON his lips--it
was the woman whom he loved with
all his heart and soul that he wanted,
with longing growing more fierce
with every day that mocked his
search
lie had refused to accompany Naue
to England. and eagerly accepted the
loan of the yacht. and had laid the
flattering JUNCTION to his soul that, be
fore many days, perhaps hours, should
elapse, he would find her, claim
her tor mis- wife. and carry her be
yond the influence of the man who
called himself her father but who
treated her as a slave and a prisoner,
but the days had slipped into weeks
the weeks into months, and he was
still seeking her
There had been no clue upon which
he could seize; she had disappeared
been carried off as mysteriously as
if she had been spirited into the air
He had searched the islands, Sicily
the mainland; but no trace of her
could be found. and there was moth
ing to help him, not even conjecture,
for Lemuel Raven might have taken
her inland to some out.of-the-way part
of Europe. or he might have carried
her and the stolen treasure across
the seas.
The iron had entered Ronald's
heart, and he was changed in ap-
pearance as well as mentally and
spiritually; he had become thin and
careworn, the deyil-may-care expires
sion which had laughed in his eyes
had given place TO stern and SOM
hre one. he spoke but seldom, and
spent most Of his time pacing the
Gc,k shut up in his cabin when on
board The yacht, or roaming about on
shore, always inquiring always seek.
ing. with a dOgged persistence. a sui
len impatience, a passionate intensity,
which made him an absolute slave to
The one idea
He was putting in now at Monaco,
not because he had any desire to land
on the fairy shores, but because the
yacht wanted provisioning, and, when
( the captain asked if he were going
ashore, he shrugged his shoulders and
shook his head indfferently. 1t was
not likely that he should find Cara
there; tomorrow he would sail
where?
The yacht came TO anchor, and he
was listlessly watching the men low
erng a boat when Smithers approach
ed him. If Ronald had had a bad time,
so also had Smithers; for the faithful
soul was compelled 10 look on at the
unhappiuess OF which had transform
! ed his master without being able to
/ help him. Smithers was in the dark
as regards the actual cause of Ronalds
/ trouble; but he had overheard certain
snatches of conversation between
,t.h hoI ,nab1aH
him 70 CLEAN that the latter was seek
ing something even more precious to
him than the stolen treasure: and
though Smithers, with his COckney
shrewdness, was too wise 10 irritate
Ronald with overt sympathy, he watch
ed over his master with silent and
lunObtrusiye anxiety, quite prepared
whcu the moment arrived, to stand by
him and render devoted assistance in
any enterprise.
Smithers had laid aside his tim
whistle. his funny stories had appar-
entity dried mp. and he himself, to his
amazement, was growing grave,
thoughtful and preoccupied
"Not going ashore, sir he said,
with a respectful solicitude. Stunning
Kind o place. sir-like scene at a
theayter. I've been eXpectin to see
fairies let down by wires out OF the
sky. like YOU see in the pantomime
Bu. praps it amt so beautiful when
you get amongst it,
Ronald raised his moody eyes from
he Geck and looked az Smithers alb
ssHtly