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ever dreamed OF loving yOu-becauSe
hate you, too! What Is love that
is no more than love? Can't you un-
derstand?"
Judith" he cried in a voice Of stu.
pefaction. "But-Good Lord!-how
did you get aboard? Where's Rose?"
Where you'll not find her easily
again." the woman angrily retorted.
Trust me for that"
What do you mean?" Illumination
came in a binding flash. do you
mean it was you-you whom brought
aboard last night?"
"Who else?'
"You waylaid her there in the hotel,
substituted yourself for her, deceived
me into thinking you
"Of course" she said simply why
not? When saw her sleeping there
the mirror of myself, completely at
my mercy-what else should l think
Of than to take her place with the man
l loved? l knew you'd never know the
difference-at least was fool enough
for the moment to believe l could
stand being loved by you in her nameH
1t was only today, when I'd had time
to think, that l realized how impos-
sible that was!"
A sudden slap Of the mainsail boom
athwartships and a simultaneous cry
from over the stern reused Alan from
his CONSERVATION to fresh appreciation
Of the emergency With scant consid-
Grafton he hustled the woman to the
companionway and below, slammed its
doors and closed her in with the slid
ing hatch-all in breath-then
sprang to the taffrsil, just in time to
lend a helping hand sorely wanted by
Mr. Barcus in his efforts to climb
aboard, after he had pulled the dery
up under the stern by its painter.
He came over the rail in a towering
temper.
81 hope you'll pardon the apparent
impertinence, he suggested acidly,
as soon as able to articulate coher-
ently-"but may I inquire If that
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This time misguided consideration
induced Barcus to let his crew sleep
through the first afternoon watch. Six
bells were ringing when, in drowsy ap-
orehension that something had gone
suddenly and radically wrong. Alan
walked
He was on deck again almost before
he rubbed the sleepiness from his
eyes, emerging abruptly from the half
light of the cabin to dazzle Of sun
light that filled the cup of day with
rarefied gold, even as he passed from
conviction of security to realization OF
immediate and extraordinary peril.
His first glance discovered the wheel
deserted, the woman with back to him
standing at the taffrail, Barcus-no-
where to be seen The second con-
frmed his surmise that the Seaventure
had come up into the wind, ard now
was yawing off wildly into the trough
Of stiff if not heavy sea. A third
showed him, to his amazement, the
Gloucester fisherman = overhauled
with such ease that morning and now,
by rights, we'll down the northern hort-
zon-not two miles distant, and stand
ing squarely for the smaller vessel.
Bewildered, he darted to the girls
side, with a shout, demanding to
know what was the matter. She
turned to him a face he hardly recog-
nized-but still he didn't understand.
The inevitable inference seemed a
thing unthinkable; his brain faltered
when asked to credit it. Only when
he saw her tearing frantically at the
painter, striving to cast it off and with
it the dory towing hundred feet or
so astern, and when another wonder
ing glance had discovered the head
and shoulders. Of Mr.. Barcus rising
over the stern of the dory as he strove
to lift himself out of the water-only
then did Alan begin to appreciate
what had happened.
Even so, it was with the feeling that
all the world and himself as we'll had
gone stark, raving mad, that he seized
the girl and, despite her struggles, tore
her away from the rail before she had
succeeded in unknotting the painter.
"Rose!" he cried stupidly. Rose!
What's the matter with you? Don't
you see what you're doing?"
Defiance inflamed her countenance
and accents. Cant you ever say any
thing but Rose! Rose! Rose! Is
there no other name that means any
ching to you? Can't you understand
how intolerable it is to me? l love
you no less than she-better than she
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ment when they were congratulating
themselves upon the approach Of a
respite!
The sheer insanity Of the whole
damnable business!
The grim, wild absurdity Of It.!
To think that this was America. this
the twentieth century, the apex Of the
highest form Of civilization the world
had ever known-and still a man
could be hunted from pillar to post,
haunted with threats, harried with at
tempts at assassination in hundred
forms-and that by slip Of a girl
with the cunning Of a madwoman, the
heart of a thug, the face Of a charm
ing child-the face Of the woman that
sat beside him, duplicating its every
perfect feature so nearly that even he
who loved the one could scarcely dis
tinguish her from the other but by in
stinct, intuition, blind guesswork.
He nodded heavy-hearted confrma
ton Of a surmise slowly settling into
conviction in his mind. that such cum
ming, such purpose and pertinacity
could not possibly spring from mind
well balanced, that the woman, Judith
Trine, sister to the Rose he loved so
well, was as mad as tho. monomaniac,
her father, who sat helpless in MS
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ceIl Of silence and shadows in New
York. day after day, eating his heart
out with impatience for the word that
his vengeance had been consummated
by the daughter whom he had inspired
to execute it.
An hour late, in dusk Of evening,
the train numbered into Portland sta
ton; and, heart in mouth, Alan helped
Rose from the steps, shouldered way
for her through the crowd, and almost
lifted her into a taxicab.
Best hotel in town." he demanded.
"And be quick about it-for a double
tip"
He communicated his one desperate
scheme to the girl en- route, receiving
her Endorsement Of it. So, having reg
istered for her and seen her safely to
the door Of the best available room in
the house within ready call of the pub
lie lobby and Office, he washed up,
gulped a hasty meal-which Rose had
declined to share, pleading fatigue
and hurried away into the night with
only the negro driver Of public hack,
picked up haphazard at some distance
from the hotel, for his guide.
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CHAPTER KIN.
No Quarter.


"Yes, yes" said Mr.. Barcus indul-
gently, breaking long silence. VERY
interesting. Very interesting, indeed.
I've seldom listened to a more enter
tanning life-history. my poor young
friend. But l tell YOU candidly, as
man to man, don't believe one word
of it. It's all d-n foolishness!"
His voice took on a plaintive &C.
cent. Particularly this!" he expos
eulated, and waved an indignant hand,
comprising their plight.
"The rest Of your adventures are
reasonable enough" he said, they
won my credulity-and I'm native Of
Missouri. But this last chapter Is 3m-
possible. And that's fat. It couldn't
happen-and has. And there, IN a
manner of speaking, we are!"
Against the western horizon a long.
low-lying strip Of sand dunes rested
like bar of purple cloud between the
crimson afterglow OF sunset In tae
sky and the ensanguined sea that mir
rored 1t.
The wind had gone down with the
sun, leaving the Seaventure beealmed
her motor long since inert for want
of fuel-in shoal water a mile OF 20
of the desolate and barren coast that
Barcus, out Of his abounding knovI.
edge Of those waters, named Nausea
Beach.
Still another mile further OF shore
the so-called Gloucester fisherman
rode, without motion, waters az Fs0sl
and CLASSY. Through the gloamine,
with the aid of glasses, figures might
be seen moving about her decks: and
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CHAPTER XII.
Blue Water.

Anxiety ate like an acid at Alan's
heart. II this shift to the sea might
be thought a desperate venture, he
was a weathered saltwater man and
undismayed; nothing would have been
more to his liking than brisk coast
wise cruise in an able boat-under
auspices less forbidding.
But when he re-entered the hotel
one surprising thing happened that
gave him new heart-momentarily 1t
seemed almost as II his luck had
turned. For, as he paused by the desk
of the cashier to demand his bill, the
elevator gate opened and Rose came
out eagerly to meet him with an eager
air Of hope that masked measurably
the signs Of fatigue.
II worried so I couldn't rest" she
told him guardedly az he drew her
aside; 80 I arose and got ready, and
watched from the window till saw
you drive up"
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as It grew sti1l more dark she lowered
a small boat that Heretofore had
swung In davits. a little later faint
humming noise drifted across the tide.
Power tender" the owner of the
Seaventure interpreted Coming to
call. presume. Sociable lot. What
can't make out is why they seem to
think It necessary to tow our dory
back. Uneasy conscience, maybe
what?"
He lowered the binoculars and
glanced inquiringly at his employer,
who grunted his disgust, and said no
more.
Don't take it so hard, old top" Bar.
Gus advised with a change of note
from irony to sympathy. Then he rose
and /dived down the companionway,
presently to reappear with a mega
phone and double-barreled shotgun.
mo cutting-out parties in this out
tit," he explained, grinning amiably.
None OF that old stuff, revised to suit
your infatuated female friend-cnce
aboard the lugger and the man is
mine!"
Stationing himself at the seaward
rail, where his figure would show in
sharp silhouette against the glowing
sunset sky, he brandished the shot
gun at arms length above his head,
and beloved stertorously through the
megaphone:
Keep of! Keep off! This means
you! Come within gunshot and III
blow your fool heads Off"
Putting aside the megaphone, he sat
down again. mot that I'd dare fire
this blunderbuss," he conhded, with
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CHAPTER x.
Fortuity.


He wasted the better part Of an
hour in fruitless and perhaps i'll
advised inquiries; then his luck, such
as it was, led him on suspicion down
a poorly lighted wharf, at the ex-
treme end Of which he discovered d
lonely young man perched atop a pile,
hands In pockets, gaze turned to a
tide whereon, now black night had
fallen, pallid wraiths Of yachts swung
just visibly beneath uneasy riding
lights.
Pardon me-" Alan ventured, but
perhaps you can help me out
you've come to the wrong shop, my
friend" the young man interposed
with morose civility; "I couldn't help
anybody out Of anything-.the way I
am now"
"I'm sorry" said Alan, but I
thought possibly you might know
where 1 could find a seaworthy boat
to. charter"
The young man slipped smartly
down from his perch. "If you don't
look sharp" he said ominously, you'll
charter the Seaventure." He waved
his hand toward vessel moored
alongside the wharf: There she is,
and a better boat you won't find any
where-schooner-rigged, fifty feet over
all, twenty-five horsepower, motor aux
iliary, two staterooms-all ready for
as long a coastwise cruise as you care
to take Come aboard
He led briskly across the wharf,
down a gangplank, then aft along the
deck to companionway, by which the
two men gained a comfortable and
roomy cabin, bright with fresh white
enamel.
Here the light Of the cabin lamp re-
vealed to Alan's searching scrutiny a
person Of sturdy build and independent
carriage, with a roughly modelled,
good-humored face, reddish hair, and
steady though twinkling blue eyes.
Name, Barcus," the young man in
troduced himself cheerfully; chris
tened Thomas. Nativity, American.
State of life, fiat broke. That's the
rub" he laughed, and shrugged, shame
faced Il found myself hard up this
spring with this boat OF my hands,
sunk every cent had-and then some
fitting out on an oral charter with
moneyed blighter In New York, who
was to have met me here fortnight
since He didn't-and here / am, in
pawn to the ship chandler, desperate
enough for anything"
How much do you owe?"
Upwards Of a hundred"
"Say I advanced that amount-when
can we sail?"
The young man reflected briefly.
There's something so engagingly idi-
otic about this proceeding" he OBJ
served wistfully. 1--WE got the strang
est kind of hunch It's going to go
through. Pay my bills, and we can be
off inside an hour. That is"
He checked with an exclamation Of
dismay, chapfallen. II may have some
trouble soaring up a crew at short
notice. l had two men engaged, but
last week they got tired doing moth
ing for nothing and left me fat
Then that's settled" Alan said. 81
know boats; I'll be your crew-and the
better satisfied to have nobody else
aboard"
The eyes of Mr.. Barcus clouded.
"See here, my headlong friend, what's
your little game, anyway? don't
mind playing the fool on the high seas,
but I'll be no party to a kidnapping
or"
"It's an elopement," Alan interrupt
ed on inspiration. We've simply got
to get clear Of Portland by midnight" :"
You're on" Barcus agreed prompt
ly, his face clearing. God only knows
why l believe you, but do-and here's
my hand!"
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CHAPTER XII.
Down the Cape.

At four o'clock, or shortly after,
Alan was awakened by boot-heels
pounding imperatively overhead, and
went on deck again, to stand both dog
watches-saw the sun lift up smiling
over a. world Of tumbled blue water,
crossed the wake Of a Cunard liner in
bound for Boston, raised and over
hauled a graceful but businesslike fish
erman (from Gloucester, Barcus
opined when called to stand his trick
at eight and saw it mile or two
astern when-still aching with fatigue
he was free to return to his berth
for another four-hour rest.
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CHAPTER TX.
ForeWarned.

F0FeWaFheo.
The thing was managed with an In
genuity that Alan termed devilish-it
was indisputablS Machiavellian.
The lovers had come down from the
North In hot haste and the shadow OF
death. Two days Of steady travelling
by canoe. by woods trail, by lake
steamer-forty-eight hours Of fatigue
and strain eased by not one instant's
relaxation from the high tension Of
vigilance upon which their very lives
depended wore to elimination
through this tedious afternoon on the
train from Moosehead-a trap Of phys
ical torment only made possible by
Alan's luck In securing, through sheer
accident, two parlor-car reservations
turned back at the last moment be-
fore leaving Kineo station
No matter-the longest afternoon
must have its evening: the pokiest Of
trains comes the more surely to its
destination; in another hour or two
they would be in Portland-free at
last to draw breath Of ease In land
Of law, order and sane living.
AS il in answer to this thought, the
train slowed down with whistling
brakes to the last hill-station, and as
the trucks groaned and moved anew,
lout Of boy came galloping down
the aisle. brandishing two yellow en-
velopes and blatting like a stray calf:
"Mista Lawr! Mista Lawr! TEL
grams for Mista Lawr!"
Alan had been expecting at every
station a prepaid reply to his wire for
reservations on the night express from
Portland to New York.
But why two envelopes superscrioed
"Mr. A. Law, Kineo train southbound.
Oakland Sta?
He tore one open, unfolded the in
closure, and grunted disgust with its
curt advice, opened the other and
caught his breath sharply as he with
drew-part way only-a playing card,
a trey Of hearts.
Thrusting it back quickly, he clapped
both envelopes together, tore them
into hundred fragments. and scat
tered them from the window. But
the fendish wind whisked one small
scrap back-and only one!-into the
lap Of the woman he loved.
vainly he prayed that she might
be asleep. The silken lashes trembled
on her cheeks and lifted slightly, dis
closing the dark glimmer of question
ing eyes. And as she clipped the scrap
Of cardboard between thumb and fore
finger he bent forward and silently
took it from her-one corner Of the
trey of hearts, but inevitably corner
bearing the figure "3" above a heart.
"The Pullman agent at Portland
wires no reservations available On any
New York train in the next thirty-six
hours" he said with lowered voice.
Couldn't we possibly catch the New
York boat tonight"
He shook a glum head. "No-I
looked that up first. 1t leaves before
We get in
She said, "Too bad," abstractedly,
reclosed her eyes, and apparently
lapsed anew into semi-somnolence-
but without deceiving him who could
well guess what poignant anxiety
guawed at her heart
He could have ground his teeth in
eYasneration-the impiSh insOlence of
that warning, timed so precisely to set
their nerves on edge at the very mo-
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Citation

The State of South Carolina,
County of Pickens:
Bv ]. B. Newbery,, Probate Judge:
Whereas, S, B. Dalton and W; R.
Dalton made suit to me to grant them
letters of administration Of the estate
and effects of L. R. Dalton.
These are, therefore, to cite and ad,
=, on;sh al and singulaN the kindred and
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He acquainted her briefly with b

fortune.
But she seemed unable TO echo his
confidence or even to overcome the
heayiness of her spirits when their
cab, without misadventure, set them
down at the wharf.
Here, Alan had feared, was the cru
cial point of danger-if the influence
Of the trey Of hearts was to bring
disaster upon them it would be here,
in the hush and darkness Of this de-
serted water front And he bore him
self most warily as he helped the girl
from the car and to the gangplank Of
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Flames Licked Out All Over the
Schooner.

this reek Of gasoline; but just for
moral effect. Phew-w! I'd give a dol
lar for a breath Of clean air; I've In
hailed so much gas in the last few
hours I'm drycleaned down to my
Silly old toes!"
Gaining no response from Alan, he
observed critically: "Chatty little Gus.
toner, your are" and resumed the
binoculars.
For thirty minutes nothing hap
pened, other than that the sound Of
the hsherman's launch was stilled. It,
rested moyeless in the waters, two
figures mysteriously busy in the cock
pit, the Seayenture's dory trailing be-
hind It on long painter
Gradually these details became
blurred, and were blotted out by the
closing shadows. The -afterglow in
the west grew cool and faint. The
crimson waters darkened, to mauve,
to violet, to a translucent green, to
blackness. Far up the coast two
white eyes, peering over the horizon,
stared steadfastly through the dark.
Chatham lights" Barcus said they
were.
Abruptly, he dropped the glasses and
jumped up. Hear that!" he cried.
Now the bummigg Of the motor was
again audible and growing louder4with
every instant; and Alan, getting to his
feet in turn, infected with the excite
ment of Barcus, could just make out
at some distance a dark shadow be-
meath the dim, spluttering glimmer Of
light, that moved swiftly and steadily
toward the Seaventure.
What the devil!" he demanded,
puzzled.
"You uttered a mouthful when you
said 'deyil'!" Barcus commented.
srasping his arm and hurrying him to
the landward side of the vessel
"Quick-kick of your shoes-set set
for mile-long swim! Devils w0rx,
all right" he painted, hastily divest-
Ing himself Of shoes and outer gar
ments. Il couldn't made out what
they were up to till saw them lash
the wheel, light the fuse, start the
motor, and take to the dory. They've
made on grand little torpedo boat out.
OF that tender"
He eprang upon the rail, steadyingl
himself with stay. Ready" be-
asked. Look sharp!"
By way Of answer, Alan joined himS
the two had dived as one, entering
water with single splash, and ce
ing to the surface a good ten u
from the Seaventure. For the
several seconds they were swim 81
frantically, and not until shces
dred feet or more separah
from the schooner did eHS
pause for breath or a backwer5
Then the impact Of the
against the Seaventure's side |S4
across the waters. and witt
roar the launch blew up, sp lilos
wards a widespread faaas&tart a a
the seayenture, as this
died, pale Are seemed tod l
tremendous pain Of phosphoSescga
weird and ghastly glare that suddenly II
descended to the decks. There fos. 4.
lowed a cracking noise, sound S
q the Iabored breathing of giae
and bright flames, orange, crtr
violet and gold. licked out ali o5s
schooner, from stem to steNs
deck 20 topmasts. Is
It seemed several minutes ~
burned In this wise-it was gsssIa
Zoe 50 Iong-before her deess
FpD and the flames swept r.
the sky.
which permitted then s|
waist-deep waters. the s.S|
t:-csa TO the waters
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the Seaventure. But nothing hap
pened; while Mr.. Barcus was as good
as his word. Alan had barely set foot
on deck, following the girl, when the
gangplank came aboard with clatter,
and the Seaventure swung away from
the wharf
Until the distance was too great for
even flying leap Alan fingered watch
fully on deck.
At length, satisfied that all was we'll,
he returned to the cabin.
"All right" he nodded; we're clear
Of that lot, apparently; nobody but the
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creditors of the said L.'R. Dalton, de-
ceased, that they be and appear before
me, in the Court of Probate, to be held
at Pickens, S. c., On the 27th day of
November, 1914. next after publication
hereof, at II o'clock in the forenoon, to
show cause, if any they have, why the
said administration should not be
granted.
Given under my hand and seal this 9TH
day of November, ammo Domini, 1914.
J. B. NEwBERY,
The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-05-10

prov cmcnt on the one divided ana mar
l<cted before When the first one was
subdivded Queens was just beginning
10 become prominent as a place for sub
urban residence and ideas OF what was
necessary for comfortable living were
rather limited. both with developers and
prospective residents. The result was
that about the only improvements pur-
Chascrs received with their land were
unpaVcd streets. gravel sidewalks and
a few shade trees. Later developments
had macadami2ed streets. cement side
walks, running water and the like. but
nothing of such cost az to carry the
value Of the land beyond the means or
the average man. who then was looking
for Il suburban home.
1t was while engaged IN these proper
ties that the Rlckert-Finlay Realty
Company learned there was good de-
mand for something better than they or
any other developers were Offering,
There was n large class In New York To
whom apartment lie was not agreeable,
who dcrna ndcd all of the conVcnlcnccS
and comforts of city living, who could
find no place to match their desires. IL
was then that the plans for KenslnGton
first were made. In the four years that
have elapsed there has been "a remark :
able ansformation on the property
All of it's natural attractions have been
conserved. but changes have been made
which bring them out more prominently
and make the enjoyment VI them greater
II has been stated already that 500
600 has been expended in physical i'm
provcmcn,s on the property. White
that amour, seems large, the work that
has been accomplished with II tells bet
ter the story Of Kcnsington. Four mile,
! OF macadam roads hav, been built, linec