Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-08
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That's the superstition" he admitted
generously.
well, money counts only when you
buy horses and yachts and houses, 1t
never really matters In anything else"
1T Is easy to say that"
sit Is also easy to learn that 1t Is
true"
Isn't there a good deal of buying
these days where there should be CIV
ing2"
Not among real people. You have
had enough experience with both types
to be competent to distinguish the n
from the other. You have birth n
brains and industry; you're a decent
sort of chap BESIDES" genially. Can
money buy these things when ground
ed on self-respect as they are In you
Come along now: for the admiral sent
me after you. It's the stewards cham
payne cocktail; and you know how
good they are. And remember, II you
will put your head into the clouds,
don't take your feet off the deck"
FITZGERALD expanded under his tact
full Interpretation. A long breath OF
relief issued from his heart, and the
rending doubt wa dissipated; the vul-
ture- shadow spread Its dark pennons
and wheeled down the west. A price
less thing is that friend upon whom one
may shift the part of O burden. II
seemed 10 be one of Cathew's occu-
nations In life to absorb. In q kindly,
Unconditional manner, other peoples
troubles. It ia this type of man, TOO.
who rarely shares his own.
It would be rather graoeless to say
that after drinking the cocktail Fftz-
gerald resumed his aforetime rosal
lenses. He was naturally at heart
an optimist, as are all men or
action. And 80 the admiral, who a
begun to look upon him with
puzzled confederation, came to the
conclusion hat the young mans liver
had resumed its normal functions. An
old woman would have diagnosed the
case MS one of heart Gas Mrs. Coldheld
secretly and readily and happily did;
but an old fellow like the admiral gen
erally compromises on the liver.
when N has journeyed for days on
the unouiet sea, a touch of land under
foot renews. Antaeuswise. ones
strength and mental activity; SO a res
tive spirit presided OF the dinner table
The admiral determined to a the
enforced repression Of his secret. mas
much as 1t must be told, the present
seemed q propltious moment He signed
for the attendants to cave the salon
and then raped on the table for
silence. He obtained It easily enousn'
INV friends he began, where do
you think this boat is really going
"Marseilles," answered Coldneld.
'rWhere else?" cried M, Ferraud, as
IL diversion from that course was some
thing of an improbabiltty.
Corsica. We can leave you at Mar
settles. NJ. Ferraud, If you wish; but l
advise you 10 remain with us. 1t will
be something to tell in your old age
Cathewe glanced across to Fitzgerald,
as IL to ask: do you know anything
about this2" Fitzgerald. catching the
sense of this mute inquiry, nodded
afirmatively. =.
corsica is a beautiful place" said
Hildegarde. IT spent a spring IN
Ajaccio."
'rWell, thai is our port" confessed
the admiral, laying his precious docu-
ments on the table. THE fact Ia, we
are going to dig up a treasure with a
flourish.
Laughter and ~incredulous exclama-
lions followed this statement.
"Pirates?" cried Coldfeld, with a
Rood-natured jeer. He had crulsed with
the admiral before. where's the cut
lass n jolly-roger? Yo-ho! and a
bottle O rum!"
Yes. And where's the other ship
following at our heels, as they always
do In treasure hunts. the rival pirates
who will cut cur threats when we have
dug I'D the treasure? "-from Cathewe.
"Treasures!" mumbled NJ. Ferraud
from behind his pineapple. Carefully
he avoided Fitzgerald's gaze. but he
noted the expression on Breitmann's
face. It was not pleasant.
Just q moment" the admiral re-
quested patiently. II know 1t smells
fishy. Laura, go ahead and read the
documents to the unbelieving giaours.
Mr.. Fitzgerald knows and SO does Mr..
Breitmann.'
'Tell us about 1t, Laura. No Joking,
now" said Coldfeld. surrendering his
~incredulity with some hesitance: land
If the treasure involves no fighting or
diplomatic tangle. count me in. Think
of 1t Jane" turning to his wife; two
old church-goers like you and me-,
a-going after a pirates treasured