The Washington times., 1913-01-25

I, dering what was coming next, Was II
him ye sought in La Trinidad?"
AYE, or news Of him.
He died seventeen years ago..
Bordeaux. graveiy. ..And this Is his
/ daughter" he added. musingly. Was
her mother-you will pardon me. and
| the lady sleeps-was her mother, by
any chance, in the holy bond OF we'd
| lock?''
/ paused. then answered firmly:
Mistress Mary's wedlock was as holy
as my own mothers" For I seemed to
hear a voice out of the past whispering:
80 shall no man speak Ill
At that Bordeaux became very serious
and turned his eyes toward the little
tent in the bow. where Mariposa-whose
whole future might be In the balance
slept on. her bosom rising and falling
in the regular swell, as IL to rebuke the
noisier seas.
Tell me-" / said hoarsely. WHO is
yon lass?'
He smiled a little at my eagerness,
but never moved his eyes from that
sleeping face. A sudden terror gripped
at my heart. II was as IL hand was
reaching over my lass. ready to snatch
her away from me- Even as looked,
1t seemed to me that her nostrils curved
proudly. her brow lifted grandlv and
the black curls fell upon her neck with
''Who is She? Speak, man.
1T means" said Bordeaux slowly. "a
hundred golden guineas to me. What
It means to her-and to you'll do not
know. But methinks this lass is no He
land savage. but-and who shall say
but Macmurtrie-a lady OF high degree.
a Spanish princess. perchance. My
friend" said he, turning an earnest eye
upon me. there are more things under
Tell me all ye KEN" interrupted.
And he told me, while the north wind
stung our cheeks and the gtrning seas
snarled viciously underneath and the
little boat dashed on with the sleeping
girl In the bows.
Observation-Disclosures Macmurtrie
lis the man TO tell the tale" said Bor-
deaux. For myself, I can only say
that i was given boat and promise
of hundred guineas IL 1t found Don
John of Murcia, or authentic news as to
his fate.
Being by education a man of stu
dious habits, and by birth a. creature
addicted to the pursuit of whatever
sailed from the port Of Glasgow seven
months ago, my stanch argosy laden
with oatmeal, whisky, and the publish
ed works of my late friend, Mr.. Mar
lowe. and my present acquaintance. Will
Shakespeare and Ben MacJonson. My
OF the Spanish Armada, where. an re-
port speaks true, many great galleon
foundered in storm"
At this point my odd friend drew a
flask of whisky from his pocket, and,
having watched me take a nip of the
stlmulant, he drank a large quantity
himself.
And now" he continued, without
knowing why ! sought this man, save
Tor the golden lucre OF some bleeding
heart. picture me landing on desert
islands. among savages. II rained upon
those desert islands-always rained The
savages, having no use for the pub
lished works OF Marlowe. Shakespeare,
Ben MacJohnson and others of the
noble company contented themselves
with being suspicious of my guileless
self. and refusing all information upon
any point. save when Influenced by
usquebaugh-mine; and sons-also
mine! Pardon my tardy hospitality" he
said, gravely, producing the flask
again, much TO my amazement.
Despite my refusal to share with him,
he again helped himself IN a way that
nigh emptied the flask
She sleeps" he remarked. Presently
his eyes frightened and sparkled mis-
chievously as he proceeded with the
story.
Il spoke OF song. In the company
Of the bards and the birds of the
Mermaid. ! am a modest chanticler;
but. given the time and the place-such
as the stormy seas ana a sweet maid
Spanish princess, shall we say-slum-
bering In the boat. and even the fishes
might cause while I tune my merry
note. But for present and practical
purposes let US consider me In
matched hut. surrounded by savages.
Outside the Atlantic roars and howls,
and the sleet patters through the chinks
and sputters In the peat fire, whence
arises smoke which mingles with the
reek from the drying garments Of the
savages. Loath TO proIong my sojourn
while there Is comparative comfort In
an open boat on the tempestuous ocean,
] ask after the unhappy ship and the
unhappy man.
Now, experience teaches even the
wisely minded. and presently / per-
ceived that the silence which greeted
nv inquiries after the Spanish ship was
due 10 a Commendable delicscy. For,
mark ye. il is pain to a bad conscience
to speak of that which causes It, and