, 1912-03-07

"Hildegarde Won M1tter.'
"Of the royal opera in Munich
asked Fitzgerald.
Eyes. Have you met her? Isn't she
lovely?"
81 have only heard of her"
And Arthur Cathewe.' concluded
the admiral.
"Cathewe? That will be fine" Fitz-
gerald agreed aloud. But in his heart
he swore he would e forgive Ar
thur for this trick. And he knew all
the time. Hes the best friend | have.
a great hunter. with a reputation
which reaches from the Carpathians To
the Himalayas, from Abyssinia to the
Kongo."
HE is charming and amusing, only
he is very shy"
At 4 that afternoon Captain Flana-
gan presented his respects. The ad
miral was fond of his yacht captain, a
friendship formed in the blur of bat
tie smoke. He had often been criti
cised for offering his yacht with such
a gruff. rather illiterate man when
gentlemen were to be had for the ask
ing But Flanagan was a splendid sea
man. and the admiral would not have
exchanged him for the smartest Eng
lish naval reserve afioat.
Captain, how long will 1t take us to
reach Funchal in the Madeiras?'
We'll. commodore. give US a decent
sea an we car make 'er in fourteen
days. But | thought we wus goin' t
tn banks. sirT'
Changed my plans. Wen put out
in twelve days. Everything ship
shaper'
up to the buntin'. sir. and down
to her keel. | sh'd say about 600 tons.
an mebbe twelve days instead of four
teen. An what'n be our course after
Madeery, sir?"
"Ajaccio. Corsica"
''Yessir."
If the admiral had said the antarc-
tic Flanagan would never have batted
an eye.
"You have spoken the crew."
"Yessir; deep sea men, too. sir. Hal
loran II have tn injins as us'l, sir
IA . vi el UP I Aoin c Dho
visions? ! got your list"
triple the order. I'll take care of
the wine and tobacco"
IAN right. SIR"
'"rhat Will be all. Have a cigar"
""Thank you, SIR. WHAT'S the trou
Dle?' extending a pudgy hand toward
the chimney.
IN tell you all about that later.
Send up that man Donovan again. "
II occurred TO the admiral that II
would not be II bad plan to cover MIR
Donovan's palm. They had forgotten
all about aim. He had overheard.
This long time Breitmann had dis.
patched his letters ana gone to mis-
room. where he remained till dinner
lie was II servant In the house. lie
mus not forget that. He had been
worse things than this. ana still he
had not forgotten. He had felt the
blush of shame. yet he a remem.
bered, n white anger had embossed
the dull scars. II vas impossible thai
he should forget.
with infinite care and patience
n he gained this place! What strug
giles had ensued. Like one of yonder
birds nc had Deen blown about, but
even with his eyes hunting for this
resting. lie had found 1t and about
lost 1t. y day or so later! He had
come to rob. TO lie. to pillage. any
method to gain his ends. and fate hao
led MIN owe this threshold without
dishonor, ironically. Even for that
thank God.
In his hand. tightly clutched. was Il
ball OF paper. damp from the swea,
OF his PAIN, lie had gnawed It: h"
n pressed 1t In despair. Cathewc
was a man. and he was not afraid OF
any man living. Besides, men rarely
became tellers of tales. But the wo
man, Hildegarde Won Mitter. How to
meet her. how to look into her grear
eyes. how to a the sound OF her
voice!
He tung the ball of paper into the
corner. She could break him as one
breaks a dry and brittle reed.