The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-24
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 "Captain Hart tnlnks we would bet. CT stay aboard tonight, Barbara" he said. "There is nasty Sea. and we should be sure of drenching in the dinghy. We have no change of cloth. Ing. you know"
 "You will be quite comfortable. Miss deferentially, from the doorway. 1.-The guest rooms are always kept ready"
 "very well.", she said. little weari- ly. "That will be best. no doubt" She held up the torn wrapper. What was in this. l wonder?"
 The captain confessed his indiscre- lion with embarrassment, and she ab- solved him with smile that covered a sharper pang than she had yet felt that evening, for that thin disk had been on the hillside that Nikko night perhaps had heard that quarrel. had seen that blow. had watched man crawling. staggering foot by foot till he collapsed against the frame that held it. By what strange chance had 1t been sent to her here?
 Her uncle bade her good night pres ently, being an indifferent sailor, and betook himself to bed. The room that had been prepared for her opened into the saloon. She was too restless to re- tire, ard after time she climbed up the companionway to the windy deck
 The vaulted sapphire of the sky had been swept clean of cloud. and the stars sparkled whitely. Of at one side. a flock of sinister shadows, she could make out the squadron of battleships and beyond in curving line the twin kling lights of the Bund.
 Her love would come back to her only in bitter memories. in painful thoughts that would shame and burn. All else beside, she had been Austen Wares promised wife. How could she still feel love for the man who had caused his death? Yet-if she must If she could never tear that image from her breast!
 Daunt accompanied his chief that evening to a dinner at the NobleS cIub-a "stag," for conventional func- tions had been discontinued since the royal death had cast a pail over the stay of the squadron. Toward the close the ambassador found himself seated beside the minister of marine.
 ~Very cIever," he said. as Chinese pheasant flew out of an inverted opera hat -"I almost believe he could pro- duce my missing dog if he were prop eriy ufsed."
 Have you lost oneY' asked the ad- mirai. ''Pm sorry"
 The ambassador laughed. "It was really something of a relief" he said. and told the story of the Russian wolf hound which had so curiously disap peared on the evening of pr. Berso ,nin's call. "The oldest thing about it" he ended. is that, though the name of the embassy was on his col lar. nothing has been heard of him."
 The two men chatted for some time on things in general. the conversation veering to the squadron. The ambas sador thought the other seemed some what distrait. At 2 the affair endee and the carriages drew up to the windy porte cochere. There was a confidential matter which the ambas sador wished to speak of with his host He had mentioned it. but no fitting op- portunity had occurred. At the door the admiral recalled it, suggesting with a quizzicai reference to the oth CTS American fondnesS for late hours that, as his house was on the way. the ambassador stop there while they had their talk over cigar. The lat, ter therefore departed in the admirars 6 carriage. and Daunt drove alone to the embassy. directing the coachman to go in a half hour for his chief
 In the past three days Daunt had fought a constant battle. Every fea- ture of that night at Nikko was stamped indeiibly on his mind. The passionate resentment. the agony of protest that had come to him at the bali when he had received the torn fragments of his letter to Barbara, re- turned in double force. opposing a strange new sense of shame that his thought should follow her even into the tragic shadow where she now dwelt. Yet-for fancy will not be de- nied-his brain would again and again circle the same somber treadmill:
 We have done those things which we ought not to have doner' He seem ed to hear her say it on the dark hill- side. Her voice had had that in it which. against his. will. had thrilled him. What had she done that she re- gretted? She had spoken of the day in the cave at Enoshima-had seemed to wish him to believe that she had not then been acting a part. Could anything have happened in that one days interval so utterly to change her? She had been unhappy, for he
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