The evening world., 1915-02-25

On. deokhouse- Eveling said-and
the reat of tho men could bunk where
thev could md room-below decks
Under the bow, In the hold. or In the
Sorocastie along with the paint cans
n they didn't mind the smell OF rosin
and turpentine.
Jones and I made ourselves useful
sorting out the luggage ana taking
the bags Of the women over their way.
Then we perched on the puiwat1
and watched developments. Evenng
was In charge, and no spent most OF
his time cursing the stupidity OF hn
Assistants; and when silent on that
score had some evil things to say
about the schooner's rotten rigging.
Another boatload came from the Pa
tapso and the Anal ono bringing
Longuehaye and the paralytic,
Creechurch, who was hauled up ike
a woman-and Immediately had a
hammock swung for himself In the
gallery. Then l heard the cranking
OF the windlass as they hsaved the
anchor short. Eveling was at the
wheel, his language more torrid than
before, shouting orders to get out the
headsails. The anchor como up atrlp
apeak and inboard and was made
snug, and Eveling giving the wheel q
spoke or two to starboard, her sheets
fiattened out In the wind. and the
schooner wobbled. then, gathering
impetus. glided south.
1t was a cloudy night and a choppy
little head wind blew up a. We
rounded North Point; but for all OF
that 1t was pleasant enough II one
were muffled up In great coat as was
!. Jones and I sat oft the foremast
engaged in a brisk argument anent
the right Of adventure fiction to be
counted as literature: and the men In
the bows, of which Chitty was OF
course one, started songs-songs cheap
enough in sentiment. but we were far
enough away to miss the silly words,
and 1t was pleasant enough on the
water. We were passing on to the
discussion of style, when Longuehaye
interrupted us, requesting Jones TO
come below and report as to whether
any of the wireless outfit had been
injured in the shipping; for X It
proved TO have sustained hurt Lon
guehaye said roundly We would nave
to put back to port.
After Jones had gone i discovered
a single star on the port side ana was
wondering as to what IL might De
when a sable cloaked figure passed
me and, going to the rail, looked over.
II was the lady-and impulse sent me
Immediately to Join her.
"See n single star" said. Il won-
der what 1t Is"
Venus" she replied abstractedly-
"the star q woman should be born
under. Mine was Mercury. unfortu-
nately."
"You have outgrown the misfor-
tune" replied.
I'm not In the mood for your insin-
cerity," she said. IL don't want you
10 be insincere with me, MT
Strangitharm."
~ didn't think you cared whether
was inslncere or not" l replied.
"Well. I do she said. with supris.
ing frankness. "Shall tell you why
Yes? Well. then, 1t Is the nature OF q
woman to have an ideal man. Wher
you are silent and reveal neither the
sinister cynlcism nor the heartless In.
sincerity of your nature you approach
my ideal man-strong and brave
clean Of morals. gentle and chivalrous
You look to be such q man, Mr.
Strangitharm! But-what are your
She laughed 20 coldly that II hur
! me. My eyes. long accustomed to thu
!, dark, showed me she no longer wor'
. her veil and that q strand OF her won
: derfui hair lay across her cheek. TIT
, reproach In laugh and words hurt me
I "Are you the one TO preach to me?'
4 I asked. remembering that she hat
spoken of gentleness and striving 4
/ put that quality In my tones. "Yol
!, brought me into association with mur
derers to put my sinister cynicisn. o
whatever you called II. to some use.
, have no Idea what this expedition ID
, but ! am sure its end 10 not one oI
} Nwllch the law would look favor
. ISL" she agreed hotly. your lay
} --yoYr law! And what 10 your isw-