The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1915-04-22


I s~acrilegious answer. "Ifs 10 o'clock.
-Four bells. Will o have your egg
fried or boiled7"
Eric managed to grin. Tried" he
said, conscious OF a great hunger.
Joan's face frightened at once.
Can we go home 2" she cried.
Sure, Miss Bright. My private
yacht IL lying off here. with steam up.
your shoes and stockings"
Joan blushed hotly n drew her
feet up under her skirts. Eric had got
to his feet and was running to the
orner of the ledge to look for h craft
There II lay, in the lee OF the reef, q
smudgy, unlovely. chortling tug boat
smoky and impatient with half a dozen
grimy individuals on board. all OF
whom were surveying the reef With
the nonchalance of men used to dis
aster. A small row boat, with a single
occupant, puttered along the edge OF
the reef, waiting for the master who
had come ashore. Eric sent up a shout
and waved his hand. A voice at his ell
bow spoke.
Il thought I'd find you here. Every
one else Is looking to h south OF the
Point, everywhere but the right place.
Thinks I, they've gone out to sea So
we started straight out" He chuckled,
IT'S a joke on those wise chaps-your
uncle and the preacher m all OF 'em,
looking in the bay and dragging. and
praying, n cursing the luck"
How did yo', think OF looking away
out here, Mr.. CARR
Adam Carr closed one eye. Il al
ways have great luck In finding peo-
pie where they don't expect to be
found" he said automatically. I fig
ured on these reefs, and telephoned out
IN fha LIGHT kaannr nQLfnu ~ had RAaU
q capsized boat go by. He said he
thought he saw n away out to sec
yesterday afternoon. Father said Il
me right then and there that IL you hal
half a chance you'd make one OF ths
reefs. He seems to think you're made
Of the right stuff, Mr.. Eric Midthorne.
And here we are. II rot hadn't been
here, I'd have known where you were"
He screwed up his lips significantly
and pointed downward with his stubby
thumb.
"At the bottom Of the sea-" said
Eric, with a shudder.
Yes. But you'd have come ashore
in time, 1 daresay. Well! Here's Miss
Bright. Now we a be off. I'll have
the eggs fried in the engine room"
Did you really think about bringing
eggs?" cried Eric. '... :
Eggs and coffee" responded the
hard faced man, as he motloned for his
oarSman 10 approach.
What a horrid looking man." whis-
pered Joan. when his back was turned.
II can't make him out" muttered
Eric. Hes Jabez Cars son / didn't
know he was in Corinth."
Later on, he deliberately put the
question to Adam Carr: where did
you come from, Mr.. CARR"
They had finished eating their eggs
and were sitting on the after deck
NTH khnir afrn HAanNNnr ThA kN.w
with a vast ado In It's boilers, careened
through the bright waves, leaving be-
hind q long, almost unending trail OF
smoke.
Adam Cars inscrutable face took on
a new line or two. Il que you
wouldn't be any the wiser II I told
you. It's more than likely you never
"Oh, do tell U.S. cried Joan, who had
become deeply interested in the man.
Despite his ugliness, despite the sin
lister face OF him, he possessed a GER
tain fascinating individuality that i'm
pressed her, as 1t did all young per-
sons susceptible to curiosity. .
Ever hear OF Tasmir?" he asked la
conically. They pondered and shook
their heads.
II thought so. So you are o the
wiser, are your"
They sheepishly admitted the fact.
Els II a city or country?" asked Eric.
TITS neither" he affirmed. He
grinned in a most tantalizing manner.
Afterwards they were to learn that
Tasmir was the Q OF a Russian
.nobleman. ....
We'll" said Eric, hiding his chagrin
and resentment, I'm glad you came,
no matter where you came from. Il
must have been like looking for q
needle in a haystack, but still you found
u.s." , y 80 ,aI0 ut-. .t +.
I've never tried to find a needle In
a haystack," said Adam Carr reflect
lively. I'm sure II must be interest
ing. I'll try sometime"
What a queer nan you are, MI.
Carr" cried Joan impulsively. He
stared at her, and h shrank inward
ly from the sardonic glitter in his
eyes. ..a. 30
He chuckled mirthlessly. ct hope
Miss Bright. For instance,
the fellow who looks for a needle.
when there are so many other things to
look for that are worth finding. You'd
call him a queer chap, I'd say. I've
found things In my time that would
make looking for a needle seem the
easiest task In the world. But" he
II you'd lost q needle In a haystack
and you just had to have that needle
back In your sewing bag, I could find
1t for o II you made 1t worth while
for me to do So"
mo one could possibly want a needle
80 much as all that" she cried, per-
picked by his humor. VI.
the same vein, "a needle Is a very
handy thing to nave about II you pos
a trick camel" -L1..