Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-01-25

makeshift repairs, would be gone from
Genoa, leaving behind no trace but sucn
bills as Capt. Dove could escape witnout
paying She would enter Port Said and
leave Suez in some effective disguise ana
under another assumed name. which
would last her through the Straits OF
-Mandeb, beyond which she would
disappear. perhaps for good. into what
ever strange world she might raise over
the mysterious sea rim which lies beyond
"The Gate of the Place Of Tears"
Capt Dove was an old man already.
And even he could not forever go on liv-
ing such a life as he led. He had spoken
of this trip east as his last, ana 1t was
account. Slyne. who. as you Will per
haps suppose. was no squeamish moraHst
sickened at thought Of what time might
still have in store for the girl.
Just imagine her." said he to himself
"cooped up in some slat-eyed Chinaman'
filthy yamen till she grows gray, or eat
ing her heart out in some conee-coioreo
sultan's clay palace with nothing to com.
fort her but a crooked brass crOWn-ano
not even that by and by. It's damnabie
to think But what's the use OF think
ing about 1t! I'm going to save her from
all that-in spite of herself Ana MS
selfishly sentimental mood OF the momen,
once more gave place to a phflosophic
contentment with things as they We're
and that in turn, to an exhilarat1ng an
ticipation Of pleasures to come.
The lights of San Reno looked very al
Turing to him, who had for so long spen,
his nights at sea with no more compan-
ionable illuminant than a reeking kero-
sene lamp or the cold, aloof stars. he
became jocular, in a lofty way, with the
always impatient Jobling, and at the from
tier was so patronizingly polite to the Of
ficials there that they let him pass al
most at once, under the apparent impress
sion that he was some parsonage of i'm
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q little additional self-confidence.
From Mention Caravan in to Monte
Carlo is only some seven miles. And FOL
that short distance he sat silent, once
chances Of mischance ahead Of him
While Mr. Jobling, beside him. continued
to humble and mutter at intervals OF
misfortune-no fault of his own-and for
tune, that marvellous fortune which was
to be his so soon, since he had made uI
his mind that 1t must.
I'm absolutely determined" said Mr.
Jobling, unconsciously raising his voice
again. "Eh? What? Oh, yes; beg
your pardon. 1 have a room at the
Metropole. Where are you going to put
up?"
II always stay at the Paris" slyne
lied, easily. He had no inclination for
any more Of his companions society
especially while he had no idea how he
himself might be received at any hotel
in the principal1ty.
"I'll walk on from here. then. If you'll
allow me- suggested that gentleman.
"And-er-by the way. you won't be men,
tioning to any one the circumstances-er
about the car"
"We'u let it be understood that 1 bought
it in London last month";" said ,Slyne,
ready to be obliging, since 1t would be
for his own benefit; and. cutting short
with a curt Goodnight some further
profuse expressions Of gratitude on the
part OF his passenger. glad. indeed. to be
SO well quit Of him. drove on in more
state, his sleepy chauffeur in the seat va
Gated by Mr.. Jobling. to make his next
move in that desperate game in which
he was going to stake life and liberty
also on the infinbtesimal chance of re-
turning triumphant to Genoa to claim
Sallie from Capt. Dove.
For, IF they spot me. I'll blow out my
brains before they can lay hands on mo. .
said he to himself, as he drew up with