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

Continued From Yesterday

mot 80 loud!" she warned. And then
the clear music of her laughter pene-
trated beyond the cabin; and Fitz-
gerald, wandering about without pur-
pose, heard 1t and paused.
you mink" growled the admiral ito
scare your old father like that!"
Dearest, weren't you fishing to be-
scared?"
Lets get out into the sunshine. 1
never could get the best of you. But
you really don't
1T really do not. He's too busy tell
ing me the plot OF this novel he is 60
ing to write to make love to a girl
who doesn't want more than one man
in the family, and that's her foolish
old father"
And they went outside, arm in arm,
laughing together like the good COM
rades they were. NJ. Ferraud Joined
them.
"I WISH" said he, that I was a poet"
What would you dor" she asked.
81 should write a sonnet to your aye
brows this morning, is 1t not7"
Mercy, no! That kind of poetry has
long been passe."
"Helasl" mournfully.
1t was a beautiful morning, q sharp
blue sky and a sea of running silver;
warm, too. for they were bearing way
into the southern seas now. Every one
had sea-legs by this time. and the
larder dwind1ed in a respectable man
ner.
Fitzgerald viewed his case dispas-
sionately. But what to do? A thou
sand times he had argued out the ques-
ton, with a single result, that he was
a fool for his pains. He became pos
sessed with sudden inexplicable long
ings for land. He could not get away
from this yacht; on land there would
have been a hundred straight lines to
the woods and the 1sherman's philoso-
ply. Things were going directly to n
end, and presently he would have no
more power to stem the words. At
least one thing was certain, the adj
miral could not drop him overheard.
THE villain?"
He was moved suddenly out Of his
dream, for the object of 1t stood smil-
ing at his side. A wisp of hair was
blowing across her eyes and she was
endeavorlng to adjust 1t under her cap.
1.-THE v~illain?" making a fine effort
to remarshal his thoughts.
"Yes. We were talking about him
last night. Where did you leave him?'
HE was still pursuing. I believe"
why don't you make him a real
villain, a man who never kills any one,
but who makes every n unhappy"
But that's a problem william; what
we must have is q romance-villain, the
kind every one is sorry for. Look at
that old Portuguese man-o'-war,"
pointing to the crest of a nearby
wave. Funny little codgeri"
When do you expect to begin the
story on paper?"
when / lave all the material" not
afraid of her eyes at that moment.
She propped her elbows on the rail.
Il was a seductive pose, and came very
near being the young mans %undoing.
docs II seem impossible to you." she
said, 'that in these prosaic times we
are treasure hunting? Must we not
wa Ike up and find It a dream?"
Most dreams are ~perishable, but in
this case we have the dream tightly
bound; but what are we going to do
with all this money when we find III"
divide 1t or start q soldiers home.
i've never thought of 1t as money"
Heavens knows, I have!"
"Why2"
do you really wish to known" in a
voice new to her ear. d wish TO
know why 1 want money, lots and lots
of it?"
She dropped her arms and turned.
The tone agitated n alarmed her
strangely. "Why yes. With plenty OF
money you could devote all you time
to writing, and l am SURF you could
write splendid stories"
THAT was not my exact thought"
he replied, resolutely pulling himself
tc gether, but It will serve" By George!
he thought that was close enough.
She did not ask him what his exact
thought was, but she suspected 1t
There was a little shock of pleasure
and disappointment; the n rising
from the fact that he had stopped
where he did and the other that he had
not gone on, and she grew angry over
this second expression. She liked him;
she had never met a young man whom
she liked more, but liking is never low
ing, and her heart was as free and I'M
.burdened as the wind. AS once re-
marked, many of the men with whom
she had come into contact had been
bred in idleness, and her interest In
them had never gone above friendly
tolerance. Her admiration was for
men, young or old, who cut their way
roughly through the worlds great OBJ
staclesJ who achieved things in pioneer
ing, in (history, in science. and she ad-
mired them because they were rather