The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1912-01-19

The barkentne had been partially
disabled in the storm and blown far
out of her course. Through incredi-
! BILE hardships-the chief of which, in
! McLane's mind, had been scant ra-
! tions-she had fought her way into
/ New York, where she had arrived
! that morning.
Ienney Kew that aS soon as Brrt
Lowell learned OF the rescue he would
| come flying on the wings OF the nd,
and the storm of Hatteras would not
be worth mentioning in comparison
with the scene that would ensue II
therefore seemed to be his duty to in.
form McLane AT once Of the facts in
regard to his prophetic poem.
McLane seemed much disturbed, but
he exhibited no remorse.
ut seemed TO be good thing" he
said, and / sent II around; that's all.
But, see here, old man. something's
got to be done, and in a hurry. Can
you lend me any money!
Tenney always carried q large sum
in cash. He appreciated cash. for he
was once poor. Upon this emergency
he contributed $500 to further Nc
Lanes fight from the vengeance of
Lowell and Holley. McLane arrayed
himself In Tenney's garments. and then
he sailed forth.
You'll hear from me later" said he.
Tenney paced his room. a prey to the
bitterest suspicious. Would McLane
go to see Miss Holley? How would
she receive him? Was it possible that
she loved him? The poor fellow held
his head in his hands and walked miles
and miles around his study table.
About 2 in the afternoon Bert Lowell
came. in excellent humor, grinning
from ear to ear.
We'll" said he, Il told you the little
cad wasn't drowned. He's safe, right
enough"
Does Marie know
"Oh. yes; Marie and | have had a
little talk, and find that was mis-
taken. She cared nothing for McLane.
1t was Archer"
"Archer?"
"Sure-Douglas Archer, who was
one Of Allerton's guests on the yacht.
He's the man she was crying abOut-a
very decent fellow. too, I'm bound to
admit, in spite of what | said. 1t seems
that they were secretly engaged OF
course" he added. with grin. this is
rather rough on you. my boy, but you'll
get over It,"
with all my heart and SOUL" said
Tenney fervently. IL wish her well.
May every blessing that illumines hui
man life descend upon her."
That sounds like one of your
books" said Lowell. Il didn't suppose
anybody acted that way in real life"
Real life is a blasted strange thing"
responded Tenney. with an eye on the
telephone and longing ine1pressibly to
call up Alicia Holley.
AS if in response to this glance. the
bell rang. Tenney leaped to answer it.
McLane's voice greeted him.
81 say, old man." said the voice,
could you possibly dig up a couple Of
hundred more for me? I'm going to be
married"
Tenney tried again and again to
speak, but his voice would not come.
He was shivering like a dog in a cold
rain.
ITO whom?" he finally whispered.
and then. with desperation. in sort
Of shrek. ITO wh0m?"
Cynthia Arnold" answered Nc
Lane. You remember her. of course.
sent the poem to her too. | wrote it
for her. Really. old man, l did, upon
my word. And I've found out in these
last weeks how much loved her. BY
Jove, there wasn't another thought in
my mind but just Cynthia while was
facing death in that storm and starva-
ton in that blasted brigantine. sup
pose lot Of puppy dogs will say that
! am thinking of her money, but you
will know better. This is love match
If ever there was one, but of course