The Washington herald., 1911-02-27
CHAPTER XVu-Continued.

his senses being reused by them; an
long after the sea, chameleon-like
changed from rose to lavender, from
lavender to gray, the mountains yet jeal
ously clung to their vivid aUreolas o
phantom gold. Fitzgerald saw nothin,
but writing on the water.
We'll, my boy" said Cathewe, loung
ing affectionately against Fitzgerald
here we are, rolled over again"
WHAT
Cathewe described a circle with ht
finger lazily.
OH said Fitzgerald, listless. An
other day more or less, crowded into
the past, doesn't matter
Maybe. II we could only have the
full days and deposit the others and
draw as we need them; but we can't dc
it. And yet each day means something
there ought always to be a little of il
worth remembering
''OId parson." cried Fitzgerald, with
a jab of his elbow.
''All bally rot, eh? l wish 1 could
look at it that way. Yet. when a man
set?''
New one every day
What's the difficulty, Jack
Am l walking around with sign on
my back" testify.
"Of a kind. yes"
Cathewe spoke so solemnly that Fitz-
gerald looked round. and saw that which
set his >ears burning. Immediately he
! lowered his gaze and sought the water
again.
Have been making an ass oNmyself.
Arthur
No, Jack; but you are laying your
self open to some wonder. For three
or four days now. except for the forty
eight hours on land there, you've been a
sort of killjoy. Even the admiral has
remarked it"
Tell him it's my liver" with a laugh
not wholly free of embarrassment Sup
pose,'' he continued, in low voice; sup
pose" But he couldn't go on.
Yes, suppose said Cathewe, taking
up the broken thread: suppose there
was n person who had heap of money,
or will have some day; and suppose
there's another person who has but little
and may have less in days to come Is
that the supposition. Jack? The pre-
sumption of an old friend. a right that
ought never to be abrogated." Cathewe
laid a hand on his young friends
shoulder; there was Il silent speech of
knowledge and brotherhood in it such as
Fitzgerald could not mistake.
That's the supposition," he admitted
generously.
We'll. money counts only when you
buy horses and yachts and houses, it
never really matters in anything else"
1T is easy to say that"
'It is also easy to learn that it is
true"
Isn't there a good deal of buying
these days where there should be Civ
ng?''
Not among real people. You have had
enough experience with both types to be
competent to distinguish the one from
the other. You have birth and brains
and industry: you're a decent sort of
chap besides" genially. Can money buy
these things when grounded on self
respect as they are in you? Come along
now; for the admiral sent me after you.
It's the stewards champagne cocktail;
and you know how good they are And
remember. if you will put your head
into the clouds, don't take your feet Off
the deck
Fitzgerald expanded under his tactful
Interpretation. A long breath of relief
issued from his heart and the rending
doubt was dissipated: the vulture-shadow
spread its dark pennons and wheeled
down the west. A priceless thing is that
friend upon whom one may shift the
part of a burden. 1t seemed to be one
sorb, in a kindly, Unconditional manner,
other peoples troubles. 1t is this type
of man. too, who rarely shares his own.
1t would be rather graceless to say that
after drinking the cocktail Fitzgerald re-
sumed his aforetime rosal lenses. He
was naturally at heart an optimist, as
are all men of action. And so the admiral,
who had begun to look upon him with
puzzled commiseration. came to the con-
bot Lol
resumed its normal functions. An old
woman would have diagnosed the case
as one of heart (as Mrs. Coldfield Sc
cretly and readily and happily did; but
an old fellow like the admiral generally
comprises on the liver. Il
When one has journeyed for days On
the unquiet sea, a touch of land under
foot renews, Antaeus-wise, ones strength
and mental activity; so a festive spirit
presided at the dinner table. The admi- |
raj determined to vault the enforced re-
preston of his secret. Inasmuch as it
must be told. the present seemed-a pro- |
pitious moment. He signed for the at |
teHdants to leave the salon. and then |
raped on the table for silence. He OBJ |
tanned 1t easily enough
My friends he began, where do you
think this boat is really going
''MarseilleS," answered Cohfeld.
-" mere eiSeE cried NJ. Ferrau0, as |
il diversion from that course was some |
thing of an improbability~
Corsica. We can leave you at Mar
seilles, NJ. Ferraud, if you wish; but
advise you to remain with US. It will
be something to tell in your old age"
Cathewe glanced across to Fitzgerald.
as IL to ask: DO you know anything 4
about this?" Fitzgerald. catching the
sense of this mute inquiry, nodded af-
irmatively.
Corsica is a beautiful place" said
IT sent a spring in
A Ajaccio."
We'll, that is our port" confessed the
admiral. laying his precious documents
IN the table. The fact is, we are going
70 dig up a treasure" with a flourish.
Laughter and incredulous exclamations
followed this statement.
"'Pirates?" cried Coldfeld, with good
natured jeer. He had cruised with the
admiral before. where's the cutlass
md jolly roger? Yo-ho! and a bottle o.
-um,-
"Yes. And where's the other ship fol-
owing at our heels, as they always DO
n treasure hunts, the rival pirates who
win cut our throats when we have dug
I'D the ?''-from Cathewe.
Treasures mumbled M. Ferraud
from behind his pineapple. Carefully he
avoided Fitzgerald's gaze. but he noted
he expression on Breitmanns face. 1t
was not pleasant
Just a moment" the admiral request
d patiently. ct know 1t smells fishy. 4
laura, go ahead and read the docu-
nents to the unbelieving giaours. Mr..
knows and so does Mr.. Brett
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