The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-10-10

I SASES "sest medicine I've had in weeks" l ed this impression
 "Then forgive you!'' she cried, with a laugh, releasing her hand and rising, i "but on one condition "Name it.''
 ''rhat from this hour you be your old self without restraint and let me be mine"
 "I promise faithfully.
 '%rhen you can help me down that steep companionway and I'll go to bed. Good night
 But he didn't spend good night. The longer he thought of it the more sinister and dangerous he felt his po- sition Ate last he squarely faced the fact that his desire for Nan had in ! creased a hundredfold by the fact that he had lost her
 AS he sat in the darkness in his stateroom he could hear every sound 1 in the adjoining one which she occu- pied as plainly as if the thin panel ling of wood were not between them. He was fool to be caught in such trap. His love had been too big and serious tragedy to end in a vulgar in i trigue. He made up his mind to cut ms LT1D SQOEG OH SOIue lt1etcAI. anu III the meantime he would devote himself 1 faithfully to an attempt te start BlVens on the road to recovery. l At 8 o'clock the next morning the black nose of the Buccaneer slowly felt her way into Hog Island inlet, on the shores. of old Virginia, and drop ped her anchor in the deep waters of the channel back of the sand spit As Stuart stepped on deck cloud of black ducks circled gracefully over head and slowly spread out on their l feeding grounds. His heart gave throb of primitive joy. He was boy | again and the world was young. aConfound themr' he cried. 'I'll show these ducks a trick or two be 1 fore this trip is over" He was glad he came. Bivens had put him in command of the little schooner and he gave orders at once to lower tender and tow her to an | behind Gull marsh. And then his ! trouble began with Bivens.
 .sLet 'em fly if they want to; I'm not i going to budge. Go yourself, Jim-'' l. "Go myself! What do you suppose I gave up my work and came down here a month for? I came to try to y Pm not going without you. Get into your togs. The guides are here and ready The tide waits for no man, not even a millionaire; it's ebbing now.''
 "welI, let it ebb. I don't want to stop it!'' the sick man snarled. Nan came in. pressed Stuart's hand as she passed, nodded good morning l and joined her voice to Stuart's. Come; you must go, Cal It's a glorious day.
 The doctor slipped in word too By all means, MT: Bivens, get your hand in the first day"
 Bivens lifted himself to a half sit 1 ting posture, glared at his physician 1 and yelled with fury:
 Get out-aH of you-and let me alone?'
 The doctor and Nan left on tip toe, but Stuart folded his arms and looked at Bivens.
 oh, come now, this is too ridicu- Ious, a quarrel the first day of our shooting. But you'lI have to get one thing fixed in your head once for all; you don't run the entire world. The telephone, telegraph and mail service have been suspended. The Buccaneer has put to sea for New York You're cn a little eighty-foot schooner, anchored in a bay ten miles wide and a hundred miles long and I'm in com mand. I won't stand any nonsense from you. Come down off your perch, quick!''
 Rvens started to swear, caught the expression of Stuart's face and sud denly exteNded his hand. sST'D1 Tim voII must mt mind my foolishness- It was awfully nice of you to come. I'll stay in today. but you go and get some ducks for din ner, like a good boy, and say-take Nan along and teach her to shoot It's getting to be the rage among the high flyers for the women to shoot-''
 Please do, Jim-' Nan cried from the door. She had listened outside to the duel in the stateroom
 All right. he answered. --
 For five days Biyeps stuck to his bed with dogged determination, and each day Stuart went out with Nan. Never had she been more resistlessly charming. Each day their associa- ton grew in tender intimacy and every fear that had stirred his heart at first was lulled at last to sleep.
 On the sixth day Bivens rose early and declared that he would try the ducks The barometer was falling, and dark. snowy looking clouds were piling up on the western horizon \ breeze came stealing out of the cloud banks with the chill of snow in it's breath.
 Gro Be Continued.)