The Washington herald., 1911-02-23

could offer him if she would save him
from his own stupidity.
But I do hate money she reaffirmed.
'T shouldn't. Think of what it brings.
81 do; begging letters. impostures, bat
tIe-scarred titles, humbuggfng shopkeep-
ers, and perhaps one honest friend in
thousand. And il l married title, what
equivalent would l get for my money, to
put il brutaIly? a chateau, which |
should have to patch up, and tolerance
from my husbands noble friends. Not
an engaging prospect
She threw a handful of biscuit to the
gulls. and there was fighting and scream
ing almost in touch OF the hands. Then
of sudden the red rim of the sun van
ished behind the settling landscape, and
all the grim loneliness of the sea rose up
to greet them
TT is lonely: let us 20 and prepare for
dinner. Look pointing to a bright star
far down the east. And Corsica lies
| that way"
And also Madness was his thought.
"Oh, il seems not quite true that we
are all going a-venturing. as they do IN
| the story books The others think we
are just going to FunchaL Remember.
YOU must not tell. Think of it: a real
| treasure, every franc of which must tell
| A story Of its own: love, heroism, and de-
| votion.'
Beautiful! But there must be a res
cuing of princesses and fighting and all
that. choose the part Of remaining by
the princess
| TT is yours" She tilted back her
head and breathed and breIthed. She
knew the love of living.
| Lucky We are all good sailors he
| said There will be a fair sea on all
night But how well she rides
| Il love every beam and bolt of her
! Shoulder to shoulder they bore forward
| to the companionway, and Immediately
| the door banged after them.
! Rreitrnann came out from behind the
| funnel and walked the deck for time.
He had studied the two from his shelter.
What were they saying? On FltzSeralo
was clever and strong and good to look
at. but Breitmann Strengthened his
arms before him, opened and shut his
hands violently Like that he would
break him if he interfered with any o1
his desires. It would be fully twenty
davs before they made Ajaccio. Many
Things might happen before that time.
Two or three of the crew were lashins
on the rail canvas, and the snap and flaI
Of it Jared on Breitmann's nerves. Fol
a week or more his nerves had been very
close to the surface, so close that 1t haC
required all his will to keep his voice anC
hands from shaking. AS he passed, one
of the sailors doffed his cap and bowed
with great respect.
That's not the admiral. Alphonse.'
whispered another of the crew, chucklns
ITS only his private secretary"
"Ah, I haf meestake!'
But Alphonse had made no mistake
He knew who it was. His mates did no
see the smile OF irony, of sly ridlcule
which stirred his lips as he bowed TO tn'
passer. Immediately his rather hand
some. effeminate face resumed a stohc
| vaCuty.
His name was not Alphonse; it was
cautious offering by the crew. which, or
this Yacht. never went further than Il
tolerate the addition of foreigner Il
their mess. He had signed day or Two
: before sailing: he had even begged fo1
the honor to ship with Capt. Flanagan
and he gave his name as Pierre Picard
: TO which he had no more right than U
AIpbonse. AS Capt. Flanagan was too
Good a sailor himself to draw distinc
tions. he was always glad to add Tor
eien tongue to his crew. You never coulC
ton when its use might come in handy
| That is why Pierre Pickard was allowed
: to drink soup in the forecaste mess.
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW.