Bisbee daily review., 1911-09-05

m law, and he would lose his com mand. As he sat in his cabin debat- ing the matter in hand with himself, the young lady and MT. Pennington sat side by side in their deck-chairs. She seemed to snuggle up to him closer than usual, and the sturdy oak was pleased and glad. They had talked of lonely lives made happy by just such chance meetings as this, and he was about to ask her business | opinion of adding cement to the other commodities. when a message reached him that his presence was desired in the captains cabin. He hastened away. and the first 20 words spoken to him caused him to wave his arm about his head and dramatically ex- claim:
 Never. captain--never in this world Why the shame of it would kill herl How dare they say such a thing-how dare theyl"
 1 But if she is innocent, the search can do no harm, and give you every assurance that it will be quietly con ducted.
 But 1t shall never be entered upon, sir Miss Clay's reputation is above reproach in all directions Show me i the man or woman that doubts her and I will make them kneel and ask Fher forgiveness"
 But two ladies claim to have seen her coming from one of the state rooms that was robbed" insisted the { contain s0T-bav ,,,a,r ho.ya h.or ,,ogg taken. I hope by search to prove that such Is the case"
 "Captain,' replied NIT. Pennington as he drew himself up and folded his arms. T have known Miss Clay for years. In fact, we are engaged. You must and you shall not shame her and me by any such search as pro | posed l will protect her at any cost"
 The speech was good, what there was of 1t. Had Miss Clay heard 1t she might have advised the orator to go on the stage instead of going in for cement. Being defied in his own cabin aroused the captains ire. He said the search should be made, and when Mir. Pennington got ready to shed his last drop of blood, he was trotted away and locked up in his own stateroom. This had scarcely been accomplished when the demure Miss Clay came forward with a smile on her face and said that owing to the embarrassing situation she would be one Of the first to ask 10 have her belongings searched.
 "That girl is a trumpi" was the mental ejaculation of the captain; and 10 minutes later the proposed search was being made.
 Nothing whatever was found to in- criminate Miss Clay. Nothing what ever was found to incriminate a dozen other ladies who insisted on a search of trunks and handbags. Then everybody asked themselves and each other over again: Who can it be-" The query vas soon answered. Mir. Pennington was liberated from durance vile, and had just promised the captain a suit for S50,00O dam ages on arrival in England when he inStinctively thrust one of his hands into the side pocket of his pea-iacket. l. was the pocket that Miss Clay had ouddled against for hours before. He felt 6 package and drew 1t out, but the captain reached for 1t and saved him the trouble of opening it. The package was made up of the missing jewelry. Of course sensation fol- lowed Of course Mir. Pennington protested It would have looked bet ter for him if chivalry had not forced him to prevaricate about Miss Clay. She promptly denied having known hiG for an hour before coming aboard. As for the engagement he had affirmed, was 1t likely that she would marry any such man? She was not a worldly girl, but even she could see signs that he was a hard ened criminal, and every one must suppose that he was making the trip for what he could steal.
 MT. Pennington went back under lock and key. There was no wireless in those days, and if there had been he had been caught with the goods on him. Among the passengers were seven Christian Endeayor people, five f. M. c. As. four Prohibiionists and nine missionaries going abroad to convert the heathen. They took turns at interviewing the prisoner and pleading with him to mend his ways. As for Miss Clay, she simply went 10 the door of his stateroom and rapped or 1t and called him a bad. bad man. At Liverpool he was turned over to the police, and though none of ] the passengers would press a charge, they found a way of keeping him in jail for the next six weeks. He would not have been released then had not a detective said:
 Well. I've got her at last. She's as slick as they make 'em. Of course, when she knew there was a stir about ] tho stolen stRf she unloaded on you. ! Cut it out after this, my friend. Co into cement. if you will, but let up on. chivalry. It makes you a soft mark"
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