The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1913-01-08

swum out to her aid, she knew; ana
after leaving her lying on a Shiny,
seaweed-covered rock, he had gone
out again and brought in her COM
panion in far worse condition than
herself. The young man, also, was a
survivor of the Jeanne Dare, having
come from the disabled craft in the
tiny rowboat that was now on the
beach. More than this she did not
know, yet something logged her men,
DRY every now and then-something
that would not shape itself definitely
Indeed, she had been too much en-
crossed in the serious condition of
her companion and the work neces-
sary to make a camp, to spend any
thought on unimportant speculations.
But now, as she listened to the
youths respectful tones, it suddenly
came back to her. She looked at him
with awe-struck eyes.
ooh, now | know! You are the
new chauffeur; queer name, Hand!
Yes, remember remember"
What you say Is true, Mademoi-
selle."
He stood before her, stubbornly
submissive look on his face, as SER
want might stand before his betrayed
master. 1t was as If he had been
waiting for that moment, waiting for
her anger to fall on him. But Agatha
was speechless at her growing won
der at the trick fate had played them.
Her steady gaze, serious and earnest
now, without hint Of the laughter
that usually came so easily. dwelt on
the young mans eyes for a moment,
then she turned away as II she were
giving up q puzzling question. She
looked at James, whose stubbly-
bearded face was now quiet against
its green pillow, as If seeking a solu-
ton there; but she had to fall back,
at last, on the youth.
do you know who this man is?"
she asked irrelevantly.
mo, Mademoiselle. He was picked
up in New York harbor, the night
we weighed anchor. I have not seen
him since until today"
g" The night we weighed anchor!'
What night was that?"
Last Monday, Mademoiselle; at
about six BELLS"
"And what day is today?"
Saturday, Mademoiseile; and past
four bells now"
"Monday-Saturday!" Agatha look
al ohotraot adIy d1ur IN Ttr,x,,xv
asleep, while upon her mind crowded
the memories of that week. This
man who had dragged her and her
rescuer from the water, who had
made fire and bed for them. who
had got milk for sustenance, had been
eyes had seen in that half-hour of |
terror on the hillside. Her next
after an untold interval. was
the rocking of the ship, an old woman
who treated her obsequiously, a man
who was her servile attendant and
yet her jailer-but then, suddenly, as
she knelt there. mind and body re-
fused their service. She crumpled
down on the soft sand. burying her
head in her arms
Hand came nearer and bent awk- |
wardly over her. as IL to coax her con-
Iidence.
tits all right now, Mademoiselle.
Whatever you think of me. you can
trust me now"
"Oh. I'm not afraid Of you now"
Agatha moaned in a muffled voice. |
only I'm so puzzled by 1t all-and
80 tired"
"'Twas a fearful strain. Mademoi-
selle. But can make you bed here.
so you can sleep"
Agatha shook her head. Il can
sleep on the sand. just as we'll"
Il think. Mademoiselle, I'd better
be going above and look for help
rom the village. as soon as I've sup
Piled the fire. I'll leave these few
too, in case you need
hem"
Eyes, you'd better go, Hand; and
wait a minute. until think il out"
Agatha sat up and pressed her palm
10 her forehead. straining to put her
mind upon the prohlem at hand. Go