The Irish standard., 1911-08-12
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an arcnangels WINES. Inc su,n.r.
thing lowered at last right above the
masthead, but high, high up in the
sky.
Then the -four watchers uttered, in
one breath, horror-frozen cry, for,
as falcon does 1t dropped, hurting.
But not to the destruction they fore
saw; once more it darted forward, cir.
c]ed half round the yacht, so close to
her rail that they heard the whining
scream Of the air as those mighty
wings cleft through It, And then, as
on the night before, his plans up
standing straight. Cayley leaped back
ward, clear of them. and allghted on
the foe beside the yacht. =, ~
Old Mr.. Fanshaw walked quickly
around the deckhouse and hailed the
new arrival. Wont you come aboard,
sir?" Jeanne heard him call. III send
the dinghy for you"
There wasn't much room for
a1ignting on the deck or l could have
spared you the trouble"
Jeanne stole glance into Tom Fan
shaws stern, set face. wondering II
the tone and the infection Of that
voice would impress him as it had her.
Don't ytu find 1t hard to believe that
he could have done such thing?"
she asked; "a man with voice like
that?"
81 only wish found it possible to
believe he hasn't. Not every villain
In this world looks and talks like a
thug. If they did, life would be sim
pier" He paused a moment, then
added: "And we know he did the other
thing-out there in the Philippines
Her face paled little at that, stiff
fened, somehow, ard she did not an
swer They sat silent, listening to
the reced;rg oars of the dinghy as it
made for the ice-foe. Suddenly the
girl saw an expression of perplexity
come into Tom Fanshaw's face.
when you talked with him, Jeanne,
last night, did you tell him our name?
Mine and fathers, l mean? Did you
give him any hint who. we were, or
that we were people who might know
him?" .,nor ,, ,ooo,n..
for his coming back" ss.
She had hoped that in some way
or other the trend Of her answer
might be in the sky-man's favor, and
was disappointed at seeing that the
reverse was true.
She had to repress sudden impulse
of flight when they heard the return
ing dinghy scrape alongside the. &C.
commodation~ ladder And even
though she resisted it, she shrank
back, nevertheless, into corner be-
hind Tom Fanshaw's chair. The old
gentleman was waiting at the head of
the ladder, blocking, with the bulk of
his body, the newcomers view of the
deck and those who were waiting
there until he should have fairly
come aboard.
"Mr. Philip Cayley?" he inquired
Etifly. "My name is Fanshaw, sir;
and l think my son, who sits yon.
der" he stepped aside and inclined
his head a little In Toms direction
'is, or was once, an acquaintance OF
yours" From her place In the back
ground, Jeanne saw look of perplex-
lty-nothing more than that, she felt
i sure-come into Philip Cayley's face.
The old gentlenan's manner was GER
tainly an extraordinary one in which
to greet a total stranger, 500 miles
away from human habitation. Cayley
seemed to be wondering whether it
represented anything more than the
individual eccentricity of the old gen
tleman, or not.
Evidently he recognized Tom Fan.
shaw at once, and, after an almost I'M
Eerceptible hesitation, seemed to make
up his mind to overlook the singulari
ty of his welcome. II remember Lieu
tenant Fanshaw WE'LL" he said, smil
ing and speaking pleasantly enough
thoug.: the girl thought she heard ar
} underlying note of hardness in bis
voice You were at the Point while
was there, weren't you? But It'll
many years since I've seen you"
At that he crossed the deck t.
where young Fanshaw was sitting, ant
held out his hand. Tom Fanshaw'i
hands remained clasped tightly on tn,
! two arms of his chair, and the ster1
| lines Of his face never relaxed, though
: he was looking straight into Cayleyl
/ eyes 81 remember you at the Poin
very we'll" he said. but, unfortunate
, ly, there are some stories of your sub
! sequent career which l remember al
I together too WELL
y The girl did not need the suddel
look OF incandescent anger she saw II
: Philip Cayley's face to turn the sud
;, den tide Of her sympathy toward him
u It was not for this cid wrong of hi
8 that they had summoned him. AZ to
i bar of justice, to the Aurora's deck
Y but to meet the accusation Of the null
: der OF Perry Hunter. Whether h
Q was guilty of that murder, or not thi
raking up of an old. improved offens
q was piece of unnecessary brutalit,
o She could not understand how kind
hearted old Tom could have done sue
+ a thing Thinking 1t over afterwart