Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-02-07

the very purpose for which M. Ferraud
had ~3ourneyed sundxtly into the Collar
and beaten tutilely on the chimney. II
resolved to n thing, and that was, the
secretary had arrived too late. He was
sure that Breitmann had M suspicion
regarding ID. Ferraud- But for q casual
glance at the little mans hands neither
would he have had any. He determined
to prod n Ferraud He was well
trained in repression; 20 while he oftsn
lost patience there was never any ex-
ternal sign Of 1t. Besides. there was
another affair which ovcrshadowed N
and at times ensuifed Il.
Love. The oross-ttdss Of sense and
sentiment made q pretty disturbances.
And still further. there was another
oounter-tide. Love does not necessarily
make a young man keen-sighted, but Il
generally highly develops his talent for
suspicion By subtle sradations, Brett
mann had shifted In F1tsgerald's mind
from a possible friend to q probable
rival. Breitmann did not now court
MS society when tho smoking
bouts came round. or whom the
toward brought tho whiskey and
soda after the ladies had retired.
Breitmann was moody. and whatever
variance his moods had. they retained
the gray tone. This FitzKerald saw
and dilated upon; and 1t ranked when
he thought that this Hypothetical ad-
yenturer had rights level and equal 20
his. always ~supposinE he had any.
In this state OF mind he dropped idly
over the rail as the yacht drew out Of
the bay the evening OF the second day.
The glories of the southern sunset
fingered and vanished, a-beggtng.
without his senses being reused by
them; and long after the Sea.
chameleon-like. changed from rose to
lavender, from lavender to gray, the
mountains yet jealously chung to their
vivid aureolas of phantom gold. F1tz-
gerald saw nothing out writing on the
water.
We'll. my boy" said cathewe,
lounging afectionately against Fitz-
gerald. here We arc. rolled over
again"
"What7'
Cathewe described with his finger
lazily.
"ohl" said Fitzgerald. ~listless. AN
other day. more or less. crowded into
the past doesn't matter"
Maybe. If we could only have the
A1AA 0AJo IA ACRO0AL NHO OhAC dn0
draw as we need them; but we can't
do 1t. And yet each day means some
thing; there ought always to be q little
of 1t worth remembering"
"Old parson!" cried Fitzgerald. with
a jab Of his elbow.
"All bally rot, eh7 I wish I could
look at 1t that way. Yet, when a man
mopes as you are doing. when this sun
set . ."
New n every day"
Whats the difficulty. Jack7"
Am I walking around with a sign
on my back7" testify.
"Of a kind. yes"
Cathewe spoke so solemnly that F1ts-
gerald looked round. and saw that
which set his ears burning. Imme-
diately he lowered his axe and sought
the water again.
Have I peer making an ass of my
self. Arthur"
mo, 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.
SUI pose," he continued, in a low voice;
suppose" But he couldn't go on
yes, suppose" said Cathewe, TAX
ing up the broken thread; suppose
there was a person who had a heap Of
money. OF 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 presumption of an old friend. a
right that ought never to be abroga-
ted" Cathewe laid a hand on his
young friends shoulder; there was a
silent speech of knowledge and brother
hood in it such as Fitzgerald could
not mistake.
(To he Continued Tomorrow