Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1912-04-02

NJ Pierre Picard. to which be had nc
more right than to Alphonse. AS Cap
tain Flanagan was too good sailor
himself to draw distinctions. he wat
always glad to add foreign tongue
TO his crew. You never could tel
when its nse might come In handy
That is why Pierre Picard was al
lowed to drink his soup in the fore
castle mess.
Breitmann continued on. oblivious tc
all things save his cogitations. He
swung round the bridge. He believed
that he and Cathewe could hencefortt
proceed on parallel lines. and there wat
much to be grateful for. Cathewe wai
quiet. but deep. and he. Breitmann
had knocked about among that sort and
knew that they were to be respected
In all he had made only one serious
blunder. He should never have permit
ted the vision of face to deter him
He should have taken the things from
the safe and vanished. 1t had not been
a matter of compunction. And yet
uh. he was human. whatever his dream
might be!
And he loved this beautiful Ameri
can girl with all his heart and mind. II
was not lawless love. but 1t was ruth
less. When the time was ripe he woult
speak. Only q little while now to walt
The course had smoothed out: the sail
lug was easy. The man In the chin
ney no longer bothered him. Whoever
aud whatever he was. he had not sho
| his bolt soon enough.
Hildegarde Won Mitter-was she t.
| be the flaw In the chain? No. no; there
should be no regret. he had steelet
his heart against any such weakness
She had been necessary. and be woult
| be a fool to pause over bit Of senti
mentality Her appearance had dis
organized his nerves: that was all
Peering into his watch. be found that
he had only half an hour before dinner
And It may be added that he dressed
with singular care.
So did Fitzgerald. for that matter
aud II took Cathewe just as long.
And this night Hildegarde Won MftteI
was mpditnting on the last throw fol
her hopes She determined to cast once
more the full sun Of her beauty into the
face of the man she loved. and II she
failed to win the fault would not bt
hers.
Never again would the splendor Of
her beauty burn as 1t did this night
Laura. alone among them all. went
serenely about her toilet. She was
young. and love had not yet spread Its
puzzle before her feet.
On the bridge the first officer wa,
standing ait the captains side.
Captain" be shouted. where die
you get that Frenchman?"
Picked him up day before yestiddy
Speak fair English an bit O. dago
They're allus handy on pleasure
boat. He en- keep OF th' tffraff boat
men, An you know what persistent
cuSses they be In the Mediterranean
WhyT
"Oh. nothing. II he's a good sailor
Notice his hands?"
"Why. no.
Soft as % woman's."
"Y' don't say! Well. we'll see m
tough enough before we sight Fun
chaI."
There was one vacant chair In the
dining salon. NJ. Ferraud was indis
posed. BE could climb the highest
peak. be could cross ice ridges with o
sheer mile ON either side Of him. with
never an attack of vertigo. but this
heaving mystery under his feet always
got the better Of him the 6rst day out
He considered it the one 6aw In an
| otherwise perfect system. Thus be
missed the comedy and the tragedy
of the eyes at dinner nor saw q wo
man throw her all and lose It.
is there anything can do for your
asked Fitzgerald. venturing bis head
into NJ. Ferraud's cabin.
Nothing. Tomorrow It will all be
gone. am always so. The miserable
water% n. Ferraud drew the blanket
under his chin.
When you are better should like
10 ask you some questions.
MY friend. you have been very good
] promise TO tell you all when the time
romes. 1t will interest you."
Fitzgerald shut the door and returned
10 the smoking room. Something O'
| other concerning Rreitmnnn-he wa'
sure of II. What had he done or what
wus hp going to do that France should
watch him: There was no doubt II
his mind now. Breitmann bad known
| of this treasure and had come to thu
giups simply to put his hands on thu
| rasket.
Then N. Ferraud had tried to fore
stall him. This much of the riddle was
plain. Rnt the pivots upon which thess
things turned: There WIS something
more than treasure In the balance
Well. NJ. Ferraud had told him t.
wait. There was nothing else for hin
| TO do.
| A little rubber at bridge wan In prog
ress. The admiral was playing viii