Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1912-04-09
NUMBER IS.

kind Of n fight for II. cunning OF oeS
perate. II only the women fo'k re-
mnined on board!
Breitmnnn gazed toward the town
motionless
II was difficult for Fitzgerald not to
tell the great secret then and there.
but his caution whispered warningly.
There was no knowing what effect II
would have upon the impulsive girl at
his side. And. besides. there might
have been n grain Of sei6shness In
the repression All is fair IN love or
war, and II would not have been polite
to make O hero out Of Breitmann.
You haven't said word for hve
minutes" she declared. How boytsh
he looked for a man Of his experience!
"Silence is some times good for the
SOUL" sententiously.
"Of what were you thinking?"
His heart struck hard against bis
breast. What an opening. what
moment in which to declare himself!
But he said: "Perhaps ! was thinking
OF breakfast. This getting up early al
ways makes me ravenous. The smell
Of the captains coffee may have had
something 10 do with It"
"You were thinking Of nothing OF
the sort" she cried. II know. 1t was
the treasure and this great-grandson
Of Napoleon Sometimes ] feel only
drea amed these things. never read
nor heard OF such n thing
"Nor I Rut there's land yonder."
he said without al answering smile.
Then" Ia IN awed whisper. You
believe something Is going TO happen
there?"
Zone thing I am certain Of. but
cannot tell you just at this moment"
A bit Of color came to her cheeks.
as II. reading his eyes. she did not
know this thing he was so certain Of
Should she let him tell herr
There IL only one thing lacking
thi. great. .gra ndson himself He will
be yonder somewhere. For the man
In the chimney was he or his agent"
"And aren't you afrnidY'
"Of whatr' proudly
1T will not be q comedy II is In
the blood OF these Napoleous that
nothing shall stand IN the path ~
their desires. neither mems lives NOR
woman's honor"
Il am no, afruid There Is the sun
at last what o picturel And the
shame OF it-i am hungryr
Al half after the yacht Isi 60 her
anchor a few hundred yards from the
quay. Every one was hstir by now.
hut nj ilI. breakfast table there VAS
one vacant chair Brcitmann's NJ
Ferrnud and Fitzgerald exchanged sig
nihcant glaBc-s In fact. the frrnrh
man drank his coffee burriedly anil
excused himself. BrvIimann was no.
on deck. neither wns he In his state
room The DIOR was open N Frr
raud without any unnecessary pualms
of conscience went In One glance at
the trunk was sufficient The lock
lung down. discussing the secret hol.
low For Onre the little mans suaviiy
forsook him. aud he swor. like sailor.
but softly lie rushed again 20 the
deck and sought Captain Flanagan.
who was enjoying n pipe forward
"CaDtaIn. where Is MIR I,reltmanni'
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some time. that you wouldnrfeel nor
ribly disappointed II our friends mace
away with fhe money
NJ. Ferraud shrugged 'heh nc
lausnea quietly. ,,
"e'i' "e''ner "o"'o l. 'se'""
aoueu'
MY son. you are man ai.er my
own heart. was furious lor tue mo.
ment TO think that ne had out"'tteo
me the hrst move. ! did not want h'h
to meet his confederates without my
eyes on him. And there you nave u
II Is not the money. when Is morally
his; II Is his friends. his Tying. mock
Ing friends
"Are we fair to the admiral! de mas
set his heart on this thih9.
"And shali we spoi us p'eaSu'o'
Let MIN nnd II out inter.
do you know Corsica!
"As the palm of my mana.
But the womenf
Ihey VIII never pe 'h tne uhnker
zone. NO o'oou VIII DC sp'''eu un'es'
Il De nine DE nas no 'o'e 'o' .e'
ana ] hm HIS on'y 'r'enu, save one
suppose 'his persecution VI "e
manys was only oinos a.
MY auniiratioh 'or 1ou s'o"o' "''
But have dug too deeply