Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-05-29

ana Inc DE 70 go Win d uousers-
all the things which he himself lacked.
Was there also a haiti Jimmy couldn't
make out and so he asked:
Have you got on q haiti"
A tr1gid voice answered. 4 beg your
pardoni"
"T said, are you wearing a haiti i
couldn't see, you know"
Monsieur takes the liberty Of be-
ing impertinent."
ooh, excuse mel beg your par
don. But it's so beastly hot and dark
in here, you know, and I've never been
seasick before"
mo? Monsieur is fortunate" The
visitor advanced a little, drew from a
recess a shoe-blacking outfit, pulled
over 1t one Of the stiff blankets from
a ~neighboring bunk, and sat down
rather cautiously. Little by little
James made out more of the look of
the man. He was large and rather
blond, welldressed, clean-shaven. He
spoke English easily, but with a for
eign aceNnt.
81 wish to inquire to what unfor-
tunate circumstances we are indebted
for your company on the Jeanne
dare" The voice was cool and sharp
as a meat-ax.
Why, to your own k~ind-hearted-
ness. l was a derelict and you took
me in-saved my life, in fact; for
which l am profoundly grateful. And
l hope my presence here is not too
great a burden?"
Il am obliged to say that your pres
ence here is most unwelcome. More
over, l am aware that your previous
actions are open to suspicion, to ex-
press 1t mildly. You threw yourself
off the tug; and as this is not a pleas
ure yacht, but the vessel Of a high Of
fetal speeding on a most important
business matter, l said to the captain,
Let him swim! Or, If he wishes to
die, why should we thwart him?' But
the captain referred to the etiquette
Of the line.' as he calls 1t, and picked
you up. So you have not me to thank
for not being among the fishes this
minute"
Jimmy pulled his blanket about and
sat up on his bunk. The sarcastic
voice stirred his bile, and suddenly
there doomed In his memory a wom-
ans call for help. The hooded motor
car, the mufied cry Of terror, the in
ert figure being lifted over the side
of the yacht-these things crowded on
his brain and fired him to a sudden,
u~nreasoning fury. He leaned over,
looking sharply into the others face.
you damned scoundrel!" he said,
choking with his anger. The blood
surged into his face and eyes; he was,
for an instant. a primitive savage. He
could have laid violent hands OF the
other man and done him to death, in
the fashion of the half-gods who lived
in the twilight of history.
The visitor in the fo'cas'le exhibited
a neat row Of teeth and no resentment
whatever at Jim's remark. But a
sharp glitter shot from his eyes as he
replied suavely:
Monsieur has doubtless mistaken
this ship, and probably It's master al
| so, for some other less worthy adven-
turer on the sea. For that very rea-
son l have come to set you right. 1t
may be that I have my quixotic mo
ments. At any rate, l have a fancy to
give you a gentleman's chance. Mon
sieur, l regret the necessity Of being
inhospitable, but l am forced to say
that you must quit the shelter Of this
yacht within tw~enty-four hours"
The thin, sarcastic voice and clean
cut syllables famed the fame of jim
my's rage, He felt impotent, more
over, which never serves as a poultice
to anger. But he got himself in hand,
though imitation courtesy wal not
much In his line. He tuned his big
hearty voice to a pitch with the
Frenchman's nasal pipe, and clipped
off his words in mimicry.
And to whom, pray, shall | have
the honor to say farewell, at the au
spicious moment when l jump over
board?"
Gently. you American, gently!'
said the other. my friends, ant
some Of my enemies, know me as MOI
sieur Chatelard." AS he paused fol
an impressive instant, Jim, grabbing
his blanket, stood up in derision ant
yaaod M ole harata hnu, In 90 Pnr
eign a manner as he could command
Monsieur Chatelard politely waved
him down and continued:
But pray do not trouble to give m,
your card! l had rather say adieu II
Monsieur the Unknown, whose darinl
aid temper l so much admire. But
certainly misunderstood your violen
remark a moment ago, did l not? Yo1
can not possibly have any ground o
quarrel with me-"
Il thought you stole my money
belt"
Monsieur smiled and waved a depre
catory hand. you have already dis
missed that idea, l am certain. !
money-belt, between gentlemen! More
: over, you should thank me for 8
much as recognizing the gentleman /
[ you, since you are without the custom
: airy trappings of our class" .
t ooh, l don't know" said Jim. Blu
: Monsieur Chatelard was now impel
turbable. He continued blandly;
Since you are fond of sea-bathi
you will no doubt enjoy a plunge-tc
night possibly. AS we have mad
rather slow progress, we are reall
: not 80 far from shore. Yes, on secon