, 1912-03-21

ohAOAoost That sOOND5 HORRIBLY LIKE
A
Corsica lies that way"
And also madness!'' was his
thought.
"Oh. it seems not quite true that we
are all going a-venturing as they do in
the story books. The others think we
are just going to Funchal. Remem-
Der. you must not tell. Think of IT. A
real treasure. every franc of which
must tell a story Of its own-love. hero
ism n devotion"
Beautiful! But there must be n
rescu1ng of princesses and fighting
and all that. l choose the part of re-
naming by the princess"
ut is yours" She tilted back her
head and breathed and breathed. She
knew the love of living.
Lucky we are all good sailors,'
he said. There will be a fair sea on
all night. But how we'll she rides,"
Il love every beam and bolt of her."
Shoulder to shoulder they bore for
ward to the companionway. and i'm
mediately the door banged after
them.
Breitmann came out from behind
the funnel and walked the deck for a
time. He had studied the two from
his shelter. What were they saying?
oh. Fitzgerald was clever and strong
and good to look at. but Brett
mann Strengthened his arms before
him. opened and shut his hands vio-
lently. Like hat he would break him
II he interfered with any of his de-
sires. 1t would he fully twenty days
before they made Aiaccio. Many
things might happen before that time.
Two or three OF the crew were lash
ing on the rail canvas. and the snap
and dap of 1t Jared on Breitmann's
nerves. For n week or more his
nerves had been very close 10 the sur
face. so close thar 1t had required all
his will TO keep his voice and hands
from shaking. As he passed one of the
sailors doffed his cap and bowed with
great respect.
That's not the admiral. Alphonse.''
whispered another of the crew. chuck
ling. Its only his privit secretary"
"Ah. | haf m~eestake,'
But Alphonse had made no mistake.
He knew who II was. His mates did
not zee the smile of irony. of sly ridi-
Guile. which stirred his lips as he bow
ed TO he passer. Immediately his
rather handsome effeminate face re-
sumed a stolid vacuity.
His name was not Alphonse. 1t was
a captious offering by the crew, which
on this yacht never went further than
to tolerate the addition of a foreigner
to their mess. He had signed a day or
two before sailing. He had even beg
ged for the honor to ship with Cap
tain Flanagan. and he gave his name
as Pierre Picard, to which he had no
more right than to Alphonse. As Cap
tain Flanagan was too good a sailor
himself to draw distinctions. he was
always glad to add a foreign tongue
to his crew. You never could tell
when its use 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 to
all things save his cogitations. He
swung round the bridge. He believed
that he and Cathewe could henceforth
proceed on parallel lines, and there was
much to be grateful for. Cathewe was
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 a face to deter him
He should have taken the things from
shA an n.A ...Gl-I 4. a-l -. -
a matter of conjunction. And yet
ah. he was human. whatever his dream
might be,
And he loved this beautiful Ameri-
can girl with all his heart and mind. 1t
was not lawless love. but 1t was ruth
less. When the time was ripe he would
speak. Only "A little while now to walt.
The had smOothed out: the sail
ing was easy. The man in the chin
ney no longer bothered him. Whoever
and whatever he was, he had not shot
his bolt o enough.
Hildegarde Won Mitter-was she to
BE- the ia in the chain? No. no.: there
should be no regret. He had steeled
his heart against any such weakness.
She had been necessary. and he would
be a fool TO pause owe a bit of senti.
mentality. Her appearance had dis
organized his nerves.: that was all.
Peering into his watch. he found that
he had only half an hour before dinner.
And IL may be added that he dressed
with singular care.
So did Fitzgerald, for that matter.
and II O Cathewe just as long.
And this night Hildegarde Won Mitter
was meditating on the last throw for
her hopes. She determined to cast once
more the full sun of her beauty into the
face of the man she loved, and If she
failad IN win tho fault uanld mot ha