New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-04-04
BY LOUIS TRACY

who is Peridotr" demanded Fosdyke.
"A Breton, whom Mr. Ingersol employs ocea-
sionally on his cutter" explained Raymond. "He
and an American named Tollemache, together with
Mr. Ingersoll and his daughter we're concerned in
the rescue"
"Mighty lucky thing for the rest Of you that
they were at sea that day." commented Fosdykc,
with n certain viciousness born Of thought that
had darted through his mind at was close
cali. Pm told Two minutes after the last man
was taken off the Stella smashed up"
Raymond smiled. He knew exactly what this
dutiful nephew was thinking Had the Stella
been lost with all on board there would have been
some chance of the Carmac estate passing TO
nephew and nieces. notwithstanding the will Mrs
Carmac might have been legally presumed to have
died first, or, failing that, her relatives might
have remained unknown.
"Mrs. Carmac means to present Peridot with
sardine boat of his own" he said, waiting until
Fosdyke was surfeited with the gall OF his own
evil notion. "Then." he went on, gazing contem-
platiyely at cart laden with casks Of cider lum-
boring across the square, "then, am given to
understand Peridot will marry girl named Mad
eleine Demoret and settle down in prosperity and
content"
There was a pause. Captain Popple, who really
had no reason TO complain Of any deficiency OF
vision, either literal fgurative, poured out an
other glass Of champagne, and watched the wine
Dreaming
This fortunate person, Peridot, owns queer
name" said Fosdyke, surveying the secretary with
steady scrutiny. isn't a perdot precious
stone of sorts"
Eyes; but his real name is Larraidou. Tho
other is only nickname, arising from the curious
color of his eyes. He's by way Of being humor-
list, too, though fancy he could reveal very
ugly disposition if reused"
"Humor Of any variety is surely out Of place IN
Pont Aven," said Fosdyke. Here's to Peridot
remaining several days with the fishing fleet
and damn his eyesl" He rose and went out
"Afable kind o. young gent, that" commented
Popple "a trfe quick the trigger, though. 1
was glad to hear you touchn' him up bit, sir.
You did it neatly-twice an all"
"Twice?" Raymond affected astonishment.
But Popple was a wary bird, too. "No business
of NINE anyhow he said shortly, and, finishing
his wine with a gulp, betook himself upstairs,
where the injured steward still confined 70
his bedroom.
The sprained ankle had proved awkward; prac-
tically it amounted to a dislocation and DR.. Gar
nier would not yet allow the patient to put the
injured foot on the ground. A cheerful little
Cockney, the steward had interested Yvonne at
once by his happy-go-lucky demeanor when
brought on board the Hrondelle Each day she
had visited him for few minutes. Tonemache
seldom passed without exchanging a few lively
words with him, and he positive godsend
to Poppe.
well Harry. my boy, how goes it," was the
shippers greeting.
The invalid was sitting up in easy chair
placed in front of low window. Thus he could
gaze into the square beneath and its whole ex-
tent In summer the dense foliage of the syca-
mores would have blocked the view. but in mid
December their bare branches hid nothing.
Zine, Cap'n," he answered "Mr. Toemache
tole me the doctor said might hop downstairs
tomorrow This d'y week I'll be leggin' it back to
England, 'ome, an work"
"Mebbe, an mebbe not" said Poppe, settling
his bulk into another chair and beginning to fill
pipe.
"'Struth, Cap'n, you're the last man I'd tike for
Jobs comforter" said the steward.
"Wats the rush."
"No rush. but I'm goin' along all right, an FER
Lydyship won't want to keep chap like mo 'ang-
in abart."
"S'pose you get a job here"
"Now, l arsk you, Cap'n, wat I do in a
plyce where they tork neither French nor Eng
lish? I'd be a byby among em-a silly byby."
This salvage business may last bit. II you
like, I'll ak Mrs. Carmac to put your name on the
books"
"Cap'n dye mean it? Well, you are brickl
It'll help a lot if | earn quid or two while I'm
crooked I've been thnkin' sbart this salvage
idee Watts behind it,"
"Just pckin' up any odds an ends We come
across. But that's funny question. Got some
thing in your nodde?"
"Nothink, Cap'n. On'y it struck me that wat
between sea an rock the Stella must be pretty
we'll dished by this time"
Everybody says that" growled Poppe. "An'
that's Just why I've n fixed notion we'll find moren
any one bargains for"
He was busy with his pipe, which refused 10
draw freely so failed to perceive that the steward
was gazing out into the square with curiously
brooding stare. Harry Jackson had been taught
bv hard world not to blurt out everything he
knew.
Harry" said POpple suddenly, "wOuld ye like
tonc?"
would duck swim, cap'n'" said Harry in
stantly.
"There was glass or two left in bottle Of
the boy downstairs. ART mo! I'll ak Marie IL
it's still on tap"
Harry stared again out Of the window. This
time his glance followed Harvey Raymond who
was strolling toward the bridge He watched the
secretary's thin figure, its ungainliness being
somewhat enhanced by the stifly bandaged arm,
until Popple returned in triumph with nearly
pint Of champagne and wine glass
"There you are, SOM" he cried joyously. "Put