The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1914-09-16

This time misguided consideration
induced Barcus to let his crew sleep
through the first afternoon watch. Six
bells were ringing when, in drowsy ap-
prehension 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 O. dazzle Of sum
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, Baccus-no'
where to be seen. The second con-
firmed his surnnisc that the Seaventure
had come up into the wind, and now
was yawing of 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 hori-
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 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 1t 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 stupidity. Rose!
What's the matter with you? Don't
you see what you're doing?"
Defiance inilamcd her countenance
and accents. Cant you ever say any
thing but Rose! Rose! Rose!' Is
there no other name that means any.
thing to you? Can't you understand
how intolerable it is to me? love
you no less than she-better than she
ever dreamed Of loving you--because
hate you, too! What is love that
is no more than love? Can't you un-
derstand?"
Judith" be cried in 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 Inean?" illumination
came in binding flash. DO you
mean it was you-you whom brought
aboard last nisht?"
"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 mirrcr of myself, completely at
my mcrcy-what else should | think
of than to take her place with the man
l loved? l knew you'd never know the
differencc-at least l was fool enough
for the moment to believe ! could
stand being loved by you in her name!
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
athwartshirs and 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