Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1912-03-29
CHAPTER XVI.
CAPTAIN FLANAGAN MEETS A DUKE.


~ yacht Laura swan into the
"a gulf Of Ajaccio. The Corsi-
can mountains. their bulks IN
shadowy gray, their undulating cresb
threaded with yellow FIRE, cast their
images upon the smooth, tideless, silver
dulled waters. Forward blur Of whita
and red marked the town.
isn't 1t gloriousr said Laura, rub
bling the dew from the teak rail. And.
oh, what time we people waste In not
getting up in the mornings with the
SUM- -
81 don't know" replied Fitzgerald
Scenery and sleep; Of the two prefer
the latter. have always been routed
out at dawn and never allowed to turn
in till midnight You can always find
scenery, but sleep Is a coy thing"
And as be looked into her clear
bright eyes be knew that before thls
quest came to its end be was going
to tell this enchanting girl that he low
ed her better than all the world" and,
moreover. he intended to tell II to her
with the daring hope Of winning her.
money or no money.
Money wasn't everything. She her
self had made that statement the first
night out. he had been afraid Of
Breitmann, but somehow that fear was
all gone now. Did she care. II ever so
little?
He veered his gaze round and won
dered where Breitmann was. Could
the man be asleep on a morn so vital
as this? No; there be was, on the very
bowsprit itself. Fitzgerald determined.
once they touched land. never to let
him 80 beyond sight. II would not Be
human for him to surrender any part
Of the treasure without making some
kind Of fight for 1t. cunning or des-
perate. II only the women folk re-
NAMED on board!
Breitmann 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 20 knowing what effect II
would have upon the impulsive girl n.
his side And. besides. there might
have been a grain Of selfishness In
the repression All is fair in love or
war, and II would not have been polite
10 make hero out of Breitmann.
you haven't said a word for nve
minutes" she declared. How boyish
be looked for a man Of his experienced
Silence is some times good for the
SOUL" sententlously.
"0f what were you thlnking?"
His heart struck hard against bis
breast. What an opening, what a
moment In which 10 declare himself!
But be 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 to do with It."
you were thinking Of nothing Of
the sort" she cried. 81 know. II was
the treasure and this great-grandson
Of Napoleon. Sometimes I feel I only
dreamed these things never read
nor heard Of such a thing"
Nor |. But there's land yonder."
he said without an answering smile.
Then" In an awed whisper. 'you
believe something Is going TO happen
there"
Zone thing ] am certain Of. but I
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 be was so certain Of!
Should she let him tell herr
There is only one thing lacking
this grandson himself. BE will
be yonder somewhere. For the man
in the chimney was he or his agent"
"And aren't you afraid?"
"0f whatT proudly
at will not be a comedy. II Is IN
The blood Of these Napoleons that
nothing shall stand In the path Of
their desires. neither mems lives nor
woman's honor"
II am NOT afraid There Is the sun
at last What pictured And the
jhame OF it, am hungry