The Washington times., 1913-07-22
TIMES DAILY SERIAL STORY
THE GOLDEN GATE By VIM BROWN nE1osEr
By VIM. BROWN MELONEY.
Copyright. 1913, Frank A. Munsey Company

I Elston, and you, too, David McGavock.'
said Paul, with a sad bitterness, turn
| Ing away from the desk.
A frightened cry from Emily. a
smothered sob, and the patter of her
bare feet carried Paul through the open
door, but not quickly enough to cut of
her view of the still occupant of the
| skippers room. She shrank into his
arms shuddering, and as he pressed her
to him she tried to crush her sobs
Don't be frightened-don't be fright
ened. dear heart" he crooned to her. His
lips found her brow, her eyes. her
mouth.
"I-I-Oh, Paul. thought you had
gone-away," she sobbed. You were
were SO long"
Paul had not been away from the
deck more than five minutes, but the
time had seemed to her thrice and thrice
again as long.
Brokenly she had told him how, as
she had entered the door through which
she had seen him disappear, her eyes
had found the figure Of the mate
stretched in his room.
'Then-there Is another-one-fn therei''
she went on. "Oh, Paul, never leave
me again. VIII you, dear? Will you?
Not until death comes to take us both" "
Her teeth chartered from cold and
fright.
NO. dear; not until DEATH" re an
, swered her pleading, but the kiss which
he pressed on her mouth spoke In
greater reinsurance to her heart than
his words. Much has happened here
! much that 1 don't understand; much
that we may never understand. But
Just now we must think of ourselves.
We must think OF living; OF fighting on.
You're going to fight on with me, aren't
you? You're going to be brave and
never lose hope? You don't know how
brave you've been. You have been the
inspiration of the battle all along, dear
| heart. Look up at me-
His powerful arms held her away as
he spoke, and she glanced up at him
| timidly.
1T Is not hard TO be brave with YOU"
she said, and he drew her to him so
fiercely that she could not help crying
out
He released her in alarm. His arms
dropped to his sides.
I'm a brute; I've hurt you. dear"
mo, no." she protested, with 4 smile
OF love. but her eyes sought a red mark
on her round. cleaning shoulder and
for the first time each Of them tecame
conscious OF the meagerness Of her at
tire.
Did bruise you that way"
mo. no. Paul. That happened when
you were dragging me over the SIDE.
The rope did it"
AS she spoke she drew the yoke or
her long white gown higher on her
shoulders Her cheeks mantled req with
shame. and he turned away from her.
Yet in the next instant her checks ci'in-
soned a deeper hue in shame of that
shame, for II came to her as a truth
that in the sight OF this man there coulo
be no abasement.
Paul re-entered the skfpper's room
remembering that he had seen an ulster
and a macintosh hanging In corner
to the right of the desk. Re swept
them onto his arm in bewilderment.
1t was one thing to outfit a man. an
other to garb a woman. His eye cauEht
a pair of socks hanging over me IuBe
of a half-Open drawer under M"IdE-
ock's berth. He snatched tnns2' ne
added pair of straw sandals "nose
toes protruded from under the stttee
across the rear bulkhead. to MS c"ilec
tion. He also took a blanket-a hne
white California blanket when Ia! III d
roll at the foot Of the berth. IL was
the best he could think OF doing At '"e
moment .t,
Emily was shivering on the diNan
"Iie down there. dear" he said ana
I'll tuck you in and bring you soiIis
coffee-something warm, any"aS-'iu
some food" ., an
Don leave me HtIt-alOhS-
know the dead can't hurt one. put.
| must go with you. When airs salu
and done. Paul-fm oniy-or'S
wOman- -, ,5
She took the ulster from him ana 10
slipped II on. 1t was large enough sS ~
have wrapped her round twice. Se
plunged her feet into the warm wooiet,
socks. and gave little sign vi
pleasure
II feel better already.
Now put these on.
Paul handed her the sandals anu as
sbe tool, them she studied them Tor a
second. only to glance up at him WIFI
a startled expression. ,,. ,ho
These are womans. fhu'' ~
whiSpered And that
She indicated the macintosh ana heiu
II out before him. ia t
This Is a woman's, too" he said III
the same breath with her.
"A woman? woman" he repeateu.
and he wondered II here was the Key
Of the mystery of the Daphne.
A Continuation of This Story VIII
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