The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-26

''Oh. il seeulS not quite true that we are all going a-venturinR as they do in the story books. The others think we are just going to FunchaI. Remem- Der. you must not tell. Think of it. 4 real treasure. every franc of which must tell a story of it's own-Iove. hero ism and devotion"
 "Beautiful: But there must be a rescuing of princesses and fighting and all that. I choose the part of re- maining by the princess"
 ''It 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. Hut how well she ridesr''
 "I 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 sayingP Oh. Fitzgerald was clever and strong and good to look at. but Brett mann straightened his arms before him. opened and shut his hands vIo- lently. Like that he would break him If he interfered with any Of his dt- sires It would be fully twenty days before they made AIaccio. Many things might happen before that time.
 Two or three of the crew were laSb- ing on the rail canvas. and the snap and flap of 1t jared on Breitmann's nerves. For week or more his nerves had ht.pn very close fo the sur face, so rIoSe that it had rpuuirpd all his will to keep hiS voice and hands from shaking As hp paKXed one of he suiIorS doffpd his cap and bowed with great respect.
 That's not the admiral. AlPhonEe." whispered another of the crew. chuck ling Its only his privit secretary"
 "Ah. l haf meeEtaker'
 But AIphonSe had made no mistake. He knew wbo it was. His mates did not see the smile Of irony. of sly ridi- CuIe. which stirred his iiIIs aS he bow ed to the paSSer. Immediately his rather handsome effeminate face re- sumed q stoIid vacuity.
 lis name was not AlphonSe. It was a raptious offering by the crew. winch on this yucht never went further than to tolerate the addition of a foreigner to their mPss. He had signed a day or two before sailing. He hnd even beg Red for the honor to ship with Cap tain Flanagan. and he gave his name aH Pierre Picard. to which he had nO more right than to AIphonSP. AS Cap tain Flanagan waS too good a xaiior himself to draw distinctions. he was always glad to add q foreign tongue to his crew. Ton never could tell when it's uHe might come in handy. That Is why Pierre I'hurd was aI- lowed to drink his soup in the fore castle ulPSs.
 Breirmana continued on. oblivious to all things save hiH coR1ta tionS. He swUng round the bridge. He believed that he and (,athewe could hcHc eforth proceed on parallel lines. and there was much to be grateful for. CHthewe was quiet, but deep. and he. BrPitmnnn. had knocked about among that sort and - knew that they were to be respected Tn all he had made only one serious blunder He should never have permit ted the vision of fHce to deter him Hp should have taken the things from he safe and vanished. It had not been Il matter of compunctiOn. And yet lh. he was human. whatever his dream might be!
 And he loved this beautiful AmPri- can girl with all hiH heart and pind It wHs not IawIeSs love. but 1t was ruth less When the time was ripe he would speak. Only a little while now to wait. The course had smoothed out: the sail ing was easy. The man in the chim- ney no longer bothered him. Whoever and whatever he was. he had not shot his bolt soon enough.
 CTo Be Continued.)