The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1915-02-13

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The ffrst evidence being that
you want to take me from it to
show you q motorboat."
Exactly. No one-not even the
Marvin Motor Company-can call
you back from a motorboat."
II see. Goodnight" he laughed,
following her . little way and
then lingering 1t the RAN again
70 finish his cigar. He saw Owen
down the deck and pondere6
"Owen here, as usual" he muir.
INJURED to himself. n wonder
why she never suspects him.
rye half q mind to take her In
the motorboat tomorrow and land
her ashore ana hide her In Z de-
serted house. prisoner-my
prisoner"
. But no was idly smiling ct his
idea ~ he moved into the cabin.
Raymond Owen was also pun
ing . cigar and apparently enjoy.
ing the evening air when he stop
ped at the companionway at the
foot Of which lay the motorboat.
But the leisurely peace OF his
manner was not duplicated in his
brain
He looked up and down The
deck. The sailors had long ago
retired to their hunks. The night
hung. hushed. and only distantly
agleam. around him. He moved
to the top of the companionway.
Three quick steps and he was
crouching, halfway down. his evil
face on q level with the deck.
Not a sound detained him. He
climbed down.
The buttoned canvas cover Of
the motor-boat impeded his
operations only for q moment. He
crawled in under the cover. II
there had been any light in the
pit of the boat It would have
flashed upon . delicate gimlet
saw. which the secretary drew
from his pocket.
"This time I act for myself"
he whispered, with = sense Of
triumph. "This time there win
be no flaw"
A brief burning sound and the
gimlet cut through to the water.
Owen could feel the seep upon his
hands as he widened the leak .
little with the saw.
A sound on the deck above
made him crouch under the can
vas with the terror OF his COW.
ardice. It was the sound of q
dogs bark, followed by q rush OF
light footsteps, the swish of .
skirt and low. musical laughter q
Pauline recaptured Cyrus. her pct
bull-terrier.
Cyrus barked In rapturous con.
tent as she pettingly chastised
him for his flight from the cabin
door.
well. should think 10! Cyrus
was trying to run away"
Cyrus? Do you mean to sav
you brought that dog along?"
Goodnight. Harry" said Pau.
line. significantly. eff you can't
love Cyrus The end of her
sentence was lost behind a slamm,
Owen went on with his work. +
wads Of cotton waste around the
the motorboat- These he insertf
but not too firmly. into the orifie
cut in the bottom Of the light. unit
vessel. With no weight in It, he
seepage would be slight, and Ps
Harry would go far before danger {
them. But it was . vital cut tn,
made. and. under speed, he was
small craft would be overwhel,
bursting Of the clogged hole ~
the pop Of q cork.
Owen climbed back up the conn
and went to bed. peacefully conte
Il want to run 1t myself"
Not quite yet"
"Oh. yes. indeed" insisted Pauli,
do you suppose asked you to
howl"
They were speeding down the RI
motorboat in the first flush Of the
ing, and his firm hands on the VIII
powerful craft yielded reluctant,
He held close to her-so close in
when a wisp Of her golden hair bl
his temple he stole abruptly an uni
kiss
She turned upon him q look q
How masculine!" she said, with
eye on the progress Of the boat.
she reached down, caught up q
waste and dabbed it at him
Il was only trying to explain"
with manner Of deep seriousness
II understand everything perfe'
she replied. You will notice tn,
on our way home to the yacht"
Because I kissed your"
"Of course. How did you dare
~Why. POLLY!" His tone was
alarm. You kiss me good mol
you kiss me good-by. even whel
going anywhere but to work"
But ! don't kiss you good-m
front of the glasses Of those horrii
over there. and I would just like
that II Lieutenant Summers or b
ever say word about seeing VIII,
I shall marry q Hottentot and lv
Of my life in . bamboo hut"
well. I apologize. didn't tn
Summers"
MEN NEVER think-until . wc
something silly"
They haven't time to think OF
else"