The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-24
Rebbs-MerriII company.I
CHAPTER X.

I0eTe HdO TlSGQ an auldROEASlD of some sort. nothing serious. but still armed with spikes of light in the eyes and a semitrucuient angie to the chin Fitzgerald was also aware of this ap parency. and il annoyed him. Still. sometimes instinct guides more surely than logic. After all. he and Brett mann were only casual acquaintances There had never been any real basis for friendship. and the possibility of this had been rendered nil by the tele gram. One cannot make friend of mar who has lied gratuitously.
 Now. MT. Breitmann." interposed the admiral pacifically, for he was too keen a sailor not to have noted the chill in the air, suppose we send off those letters. Here; I'll write the names and addresses and you can in ish them up by yourself. Please call up my yacht master. Captain Flana gan. st Swans hotel and tell him to report this afternoon" The admiral scribbled out the names of his guests. gathered up the precious documents and put them into his pocket. Come along now. my children. we'll take the air in the garden and picture the Frenchman's brig rocking in the har- bor''
 ''It is all very good of you" said Fitzgerald as the trio eyed the yacht from the terrace.
 ''Let me see.'' began the admiral; ''there will be Mir. and Mrs. ColdheId. first class sailors. both of them. Whats the name of that singer who is with them?"
 "Hildegarde von Mitter."
 "Of the royal opera in NIunich7T asked Fitzgerald
 Yes. Have you met herr Isn't she lovely?"
 "I have only heard of her"
 "And Arthur Cathewe." concluded the admiral.
 "Cathewe? That will be fine." Fitz- gerald agreed aloud. But in hiR heart be swore he would never forgive Ar thur for this trick. And he knew nil the time: Hes the best friend l have. a great hunter. with a reputation which reaches from the Carpathians to the aimalayas, from Abyssinia to the Kongo."
 He is charming and amusing. only he Is very shy.
 At that afternoon Captain Flana- gan presented. his respects The ad miral was fond of his yacht captain. friendship formed in the blur of bat tie smoke. He had often been criti cised for officering hls yacht with such a gruff. rather illiterate man when gentlemen were to be had for the ask ing But Flanagan was splendid sea man. and the admiral would not have exchanged him for the smartest Eng fish naval reserve ahoat.
 "Captain. how long will 1t take us to reach Funchal in the Madeiras?"
 ''Wen. commodore. give us a decent sea an we can make CT in fourteen days. But l thought we wus goin t tn banks. sIr?"
 Changed my plans. wen put out in twelve days. Everything ship shapeT
 ''Cp to the buntin'. sir. and down to her keel 1 shd say about 500 tons. an mebbe twelve days instead of four teen An what'n be our course after MadeerE. sirT''
 "Ajaccio. Corsica"
 "Yessir'
 If the admiral had said the antarc- tic Flanagan would never have batted an eye:
 ''You have spoken the crewT'
 ''Y eSStr; deep sea men. too. sir. Hal loran II have tn tnjius as us'l. sir Shall l run 'er up t N York fer pro- visions? l got your list-''
 '-Irlpie the order I'll take care of khe wlne ana tODacco."
 "AH r1gnt, SIT
 '-Ihat w1II be all. Have a cigar"
 Thank yon. SIT wnats the trou- ble:" extending a pudgy nano toward the chimney.
 'III tell you all about that later Send mp that man Donovan agaIn." II occurred to the admiral that ii would not be a bad plan 10 cover Mir DOnovan's palm. They had forgotten all about n1m. He nad overheard
 This foRg tune BreItmann nad dis patched ms letters ana gone 10 his room. where ne renamed r1n dinner He was a servant m the house. He must not forget that. He mad been worse things than this. ana srilI he had not forgotten He had felt the blush Of shame. yet be had remem Dered. ana white anger nad embossed the dull scars. IL was impossible thar he should forget.
 With what infinite care and patience had he gained thls place. What Srrug gles had ensued: Like one of yODde birds he had been blown about. bu even with hls eyes hunting for thu resting. He had found It and abOu lost 1t. day or so Iater. He nat come to rob. to lie. to pflage. any method to gain his ends. and fate hat led hlm over thIs threshold withoui dtshonOr. ironically. Even for that thank IIodI In bis hand. tightly cIutched. was a ball Of paper. damp from the sweat of his palm. He had gnawed 1t: he had pressed 1t in despair. Cathewe was a man. and he was not afraid of any man living. Besides, men rarely