The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-08-27

I heard the door of her cabin shut violently There was no help for it. Well, must devise some way unaided, for l must get out for her sake The cabin was lighted by an air port closed by deadeye. measured it, drew back the thick glass and examined the opening, although knew 1t was a flu tile proposition. A slender boy might have slipped through, but not man such as I. My mighty thews and sinews and great bulk required door, and no small one either.
 The wind had ceased blowing hard outside, and some spray came in through the port as the waves slapped the side of the ship. I closed and se- cured it. There was nothing to be gain ed there. I must seek some other way.
 I was not weaponless. Nobody had thought to search the cabin, and brace of pistols which I always kept loaded and ready for an emergency were locked securely in my chest. My hanger hung at the side Of my berth. The door was a strong one. It was locked and barred without. l might have broken it down; I could have done so if I had had space enough in which to run and hurl my self against it. I might even have kicked it to pieces with my heavy sea- mans boot. Certainly I could easily have blown the lock off with my pts- tol, but any of these endeavors would have reused the ship.
 had one other hope. If Captain Matthews should come to the cabin 1 would appeal to him. For the rest determined not to sleep that night. Some strange foreboding possessed me.
 We were near the latitude and lon gitude of the island we were seeking, if indeed there were such an island as was thought to be, and I reasoned that the men would argue now and it would be a good time for an outbreak, espe- cially since I was removed Would it come that night? Would it come at all? Was I mistaken in the men?
 have often wondered why women were made, and since they were made, why men should be such fools about them. Here I was helpless just be- cause I had snatched a kiss from one. And now that I am in the mood for confession, might as we'll say that I fully rejoiced in that kiss.
 Well, whatever happened, had the memory of that kiss. She would never forgive me. Of course there was ab- soluteIy no hope that she would return my suit, even in her poverty. She was not for such as I, and if there was anything in this old buccaneers parch- ment, if there was an island and if she did get the treasure, why, the world would be at her feet again. And I, 1 like the fool was, was helping her to l get it, to bring 1t about. I was mad, aye, mad, with impotent helplessness that night.
 I sat there in the dark, no light be ing vouchsafed to me, and the lights in the outer cabin not having been | lighted for a long time. The wind rose | and rose. The ship was pitching mad 1 ly. My room was on the starboard ] side of the cabin, and presently heard | all hands called to reef the topsails. Captain Matthews was alert and ready, of course. Presently he put the ship l about, and with the canvas off of her she was steadier. There did not seem to be any especial danger in the weath- CT, and for that was thankful.
 I must have dozed. I was awakened by the last echoing of the bell for ward. didn't know what time it was, because I didn't know whether I had heard it begin to strike, but I could count three couples, which meant that it was Il o'clock at least I didn't knOWs or course, that ID was eight bells, midnight, until the voice of the boat swain came to me through the bulk head that separated the cabin from the quarterdeck:
 "A-a-aIl the port watch!''
 I could hear the men below grum ' bling and cursing as they turned out They had evidently been sent below to the hammocks after the topsafls had been reefed for couple of hours in
 1 could hear scraps of conversation
 "Nowr'
 : 'EKilI himr'
 FHThis is the best time!'
 tgThe old mans aIoner'
 What heard filled me with dismay I picked up the pistol and pointed i 7 at the lock in the door had mad,
 up my mind, come what might, to blov off the lock and get free. Before could press the trigger I heard a cal on the deck above me, shot, a rusl of feet, a scuff1e, a groan, fall!
 To be Continued.l