Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-12-15
THE MAN WHO WAS LOST

about criminal life
"Rather! They can charge me with COM
pounding a felony. That's what I've done,
right enough. And you are not only using
another mans name, which may not be
much, but his money, which may turn out
to be Wallace's money
"And should be Angela Gives" said Da-
mon. Somehow, | don't feel like thief.
| have only two sensations. One is that
I'm thankful at the prospect of being again
on the nice wide Pacific, where, if you can
lose an island so easily, you can also lose
two men; the other sensation IS that Cap
tain Barstowe is one large trump
Hell get bonus for this, can tell you'll
said Henderson.
They both turned grateful faces on Cap
tain Barstowe, who steered uncOncernedly.
The boat slid and dipped softly over the
warm, silent water. Already in front of
them they could almost make out the black
line of Lanai. Damon was smiling to think
how thankful he was to be on the water
again; though not half an hour before he had
been congratulating himself because he was
to have a few days rest on land. Henderson
was wondering how long they would have
to wait in Manele Bay before Barstowes
ship could be got ready to weigh anchor.
What Corrigans thoughts were, he brought
out when at last they had clambered on the
deck of the Simeon Bailey, as Barstowe
called his ship. He stood on the luggage and
looked back longingly in the direction of
Maui.
"Sorry to leave" asked Damon.
"If | may make SO bold, Sir, replied Cor
rigan, cts more interesting not to run
away. 1t would have been better to stay
and fight 'em. 1t is a long time since I've
had swipe at anyone's head; but | haven't
forgotten how
3That would be all right, Corrigan, if you
happened to know what you were talking
about" said Damon.
ayes, Sir replied Corrigan quietly. If
COrrigan had been Observant of his own
character, it might have amused him to see
the way the native Irishman irrepressibly
broke the meek sheath of the valet.
THE Simeon Bailey was a good looking
- ship for her size. Four large state
rooms and spacious pantry opened from
the main cabin. The floor was laid with
neat waxcloth, and the bulkheads were
painted white. Henderson and Damon set
tied themselves into their staterOoms and
tried to sleep; but the events of the night
had been too exciting. They got up again
and went on deck. and the beauty of the
scene quoted their pulses. Away to the
west thin moon was setting; to the right,
one star, the day star, was still twinkling in
a sky all flushing with the dawn. A few
seabirds were beginning to scream and cry
above their heads, and on the other side of
the bay they heard the boom of the surf.
A thin line of shipping obscured the line of
the beach, and inland the town of Manele
was still fast asleep.
Barstowe began to give orders in a big,
resonant voice, rather at variance with his
shore going drawl; there was an increased
sense of energy and movement among the
crew; and the two passengers, knowing at
last that they were really off, went to their
staterOoms and slept.
They awoke to the wide, emphatic day
light and the binding heavens that mark
even the softest mood of the Pacific. The
South Seas and their islands always make
prisoner the man who lives with them. The
islands conceal this: man may think he
is free there. Bread is cheap; manners are
facile: life is easy and as pagan as one cares
to make it. But to man on the sea the Pa
cific wears no mask: stark and SIMPLE
mastery shines out. To mind that makes
itself properly submissive, there is some
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