The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1910-04-03
The Accused Ge
BY MAX PEMBERToN !
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will laugh at me, ] shan't have a
friend in the place; ] shall be cut at
every club, as IN a living man"
The. girl listened to him, her eyes
sparkling with the excitement of it,.
g Did YOU never stop TO Think said
she when you left America, like the
coward you were, that people would
laugh at me, too. and ] should never
be able TO look my friends in the face
again! Why, even in the newspapers
they held me up 10 ridcule when NV
heart was breaking, You speak of
suffering; well. | have suffered" "
Her mood changed as the mood of
women does-suddenly. The feminine
instinct warred against the actress and
prevailed. She began to weep hysteri-
cally, burying her head in her arms;
and painful silence fell on the man
He seemed to wait for her to speak;
but when she did SO, anger had succeed
ed, and she rose from her place and
stamped her foot, while rage seemed to
vibrate in her nerves.
Why, do | waste my time on vou?'
she cred: 'you who are not worth an
honest thought. Pshaw! Lord Mac
laren, Illustrlous nobIeman and great
sportsman '-she was quoting from
an American paper-''go and tell them
that for ten days you have humbled
Yourself to me, and have begged my
pity on your knees, Go and tell them
that my crew have held their sides
when the parts have been changed, and
you have been the woman. Oh they
shall know, don't mistake that. your
wife shall read it on her wedding tour
! VIII send IT TO her myself. T, who
have brought the laugh 20 my side now
scion of noble house Go, and take
the recollection of your picnic here as
the best present ] can give to YOU
was told that Maclaren looked at
her in profound astonishment when
she pointed 10 the cabin door. Then.
without word he went on deck. to
ind the yacht s boat manned and wait
ing for him, He said himself that many
emotions filed him as he stepped off
the yacht-anger at the outrage. desire
for revenge, but chiefly tho emotions
of the thought, was there time TO reach
st. Peter for the wedding ccremony2
He did not doubt that lies would save
hlm from the American woman. If
things so happened that he could reach
England by the morning Of the next
day. But could hc7 Where was he?
Where was he to he put ashore? He
asked the men at the oars these uues-
tons IN breath, standing mp for one
moment as thc-boat pushed off 10 shake
hIs fist at the yacht, and cry, On
you all! But the answer that he got
dld not reaSSurc him. He was 10 be
put ashore, the seaman said, at Gro
toy. the little town on a tongue of land
in the bay Of the Somme. There was
a steamer thence once day to Saint
Nalery. from which point he could
reach Boulogne by rail He realized
in moment that all his hope depended
! on catching the steamer. If she had
not sailed. he would arrive at Bon
lognc before sunset, and, If need we're.
could get across by the night mail and
a special train from F'olkcstone But
! if she had sailed! This possibility he
dared not contemplate.
The men were now rowing rapidly
! towards the shore, whose sandy dunes
and fiat outlines were becoming marked
above the sea line. Tho yacht lay far
out drifting on a CLASSY mirror of wa
| ter; the sun was sinking with great
play of yellow and red fire in the arc
of the west. Maclaren had then, how
ever, no thought for nature s pictures,
or for seascapes. One burning anxiety
alone troubled him-had the steamer
sailed? He offered the men ten. twenty,
fifty, hundred pounds if they would
catch her The remark of one of them
that she left on the top of the tide be-
got in him a mad cagerncss TO learn
the hour of high water; but none of
those with him could remember it, He
found himself swaying his body in
rythm with the oars as coxswains do;
or standing up to look at the white
houses sborewards Another half
hour S rowing brought him sight of