The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1915-01-07

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night"
And when the girl had settled her
self beside him he launched into
detailed report.
ITS Katama island, all right" he
announced, "but a change has come
over the place since visited it some
years ago. Then 1t was community
Of Supplemented villagers and fisher
men; now, unless all signs fail, it's
den Of smugglers. noticed a mum.
Der Of Chinese about; and that, taken
in connection with the fact that, when
l ventured to introduce myself to the
village ginmill and ask few inno-
cent questions, the entire population,
to a child, landed on me like thou.
sand brick-the two circumstances
made me think we'd stumbled on a
settlement of earnest workers at the
gentle art of helping poor Cinnamon
evade the exclusion laws"
With a wry smile. he pursued: AS
for me. I landed out back Of the joint,
on the nape Of my neck, and took the
count, surrounded by a lot Of unsym.
pathetic boxes and barrels that had
seen better days. And when came to
and started to crawl unostentatiously
away, was just In time to witness the
landing of your amiable sister, that
gang Of cutthroats she keeps on the
pay roll, and Alan in company with as
choice crew Of scoundrels as you'd
care to see. I gathered from few
words that leaked out Of the back door
of the barroom, that it was as l had
thought-Judith had stolen a boat
from the ship that picked her up, and
rammed it on Norton's reef; and after
she gathered Alan in the schooner of
these smugglers happened along, and
she hailed it and struck a bargain with
the captain and signed co-partnership
articles, or something like that. Any
way, her lot and the islanders were
soon as thick as thieves, and tanking
up so socially that I actually got
chance to whisper word to Alan and
tell him you were all right, and that
he'd find us both down here on the
beach, Il luck served him with an es.
cape. That was all got a chance to
say, for Judith marched up just then
and yanked him off to his cell. mean
to say, he's locked up now in little
stone hut on the edge Of the cliff, with
the door guarded and the window over
looking a sheer drop of thirty feet or
so to the beach. When I'd seen that
much l calculated it was about time
for me to get quit Of that neighbor.
hood, before Mam'selle Judith nicked
me with the evil eye"
you don't think she saw your" the
girl cried.
II don't think so," Barcus allowed
gravely; and then, lifting his gaze, he
added as he rose in bound: Il Just
know she did-that's all.
In another instant he was battling
might and main with three willing ruff.
fans, who had come suddenly into
view round a shoulder of rock; but his
efforts were shortlived, foredoomed to
failure. He was weakened with suffer.
Ing and fatigue-and the three were
%resh and had the courage at least Of
heir numbers. He was overborre IL
4 twinkling, and had his face ground
brutally into the sand while his hands
were made fast with stout rope behind
his back. And when he rose, It was
to find, as he had anticipated, that
Roses resistance had been as futile
as his own; she, too, was captive, her
hands bound like his, the huge and un'
clean paw of one Of JudAh's crew cru.
ely clamped upon her shoulders.
They were granted time to exchange
no more than one despairing glance
when curt laugh fairly chilled the
blood in Mr.. Barcus, and he swung
sharply between his two guards to
confront Judith Urine.
The woman he saw at first glance,
was in one of her most dangerous
moods-if, Barcus mentally qualified,
there was pin to choose between her
moods. But now, beyond dispute, she
exhibited a countenance new in his
experience with her, and one well cal
culated to appall.
Her face was bloodless, even as her
lips were %hite with the curb She put
upon her passion. Her eyes were lurid
with the glare of rage approaching
mania. Her hands trembled, her lips
uuivered, all her actions were abrupt
with nervousness. .....
He was by no means poor-spirited,
but he shrank openly from the look
she gave him, and was relieved when
she, with sheer, passed him by and
planted herself sQuarely before her
sister. "s
"Well?" she demanded brusquely.
"How much longer do you think I'm
going to tolerate your interference
you poor little fool! How many more
lessons will you require before realiz-
Ing that I mean to have my way, and
that you'll cross me only to suffer
for IT."
The courage of the other girl won
the unstinted admiration Of Mr.. Bar
Gus. Far from cringing, she seemed
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