The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1915-04-22

sa%crilegious answer. TITS 10 O'clock.
Four bells. Will you have your eggs
fried or boiled?"
Eric managed to grin. Fried" he
said. conscious of a great hunger.
Joan's face frightened at once.
Can we go home?" she cried.
Sure, Miss Bright. My private
yacht is lying off here, with steam UP.
The dinghy awaits. Will you put on
your shoes stockings?"
Joan blushed hotly and drew hel
feet up under her skirts. Eric had got
to his feet and was running to the
corner Of the ledge to look for the craft.
There it lay, in the lee of the reef. a
smudgy, unlovely. chortling tug boat.
smoky and impatient, with half a dozen
gTimy 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
bow spoke.
81 thought I'd find you here. Every
one else is looking to the south of the
Point, everywhere but the right place.
Thinks I, they've gone out to sea. So
we started straight out" He chuckled.
TITS a joke on those wise chaps-your
uncle and the preacher and all Of 'em,
looking in the bay and dragging. and
praying, and cursing The luck"
How did you 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
to the light keeper, asking If he'd seen
a capsized boat go by. He said he
thought he saw one away out to sea
yesterday afternoon. Father said to
me right then and there thai if you had
half a chance you'd make one Of the
reefs. He seems to think you're made
of the right stuff, Mr.. Eric Midthorne.
And here we are. II you 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, I daresay. Well! Here's Miss
Bright. Now we can be off. I'll have
the eggs fried in the engine ROOM"
Did o really think about bringing
eggs?" cried Eric.
Eggs and Coffee" responded the
hard faced man, as he motioned for his
oarsman to approach.
What a horrid looking man" whis-
pered Joan, when his back was turned.
Il can't make him out" muttered
Eric. He's Jabez Cars son. l didn't
know he was in Corinth."
Later on, he deliberately put the
question to Adam Carr Where did
you come from, Mr.. Carp
They had finished eating their eggs
and We're sitting on the after deck
with their strange rescuer. The tug.
with a vast ado in it's boilers, careened
through the bright waves, leaving be-
hind a long, almost unending trail Of
smoke.
Adam carr's inscrutable face took on
a m9W line e. or sn two +. r Il guess you
you. It's more than likely you never
heard Of the place."
"Oh, do tell u.s." cried Joan, who had
become deeply interested IN the man.
Despite his ug]iness, despite the sin
lister face Of him. he possessed a GER
tain fascinating individuality that i'm
pressed her, as it did all young per
sons susceptible to curiosity.
Ever hear of Tasmir7" he asked la
conically. They pondered and shook
their heads.
Il thought so. So you arc none the
wiser, are your"
They sheepishly admitted the fact.
Is 1t a city or country ?'- asked Eric.
It's neither" he affirmed. He
grinned in a most tantalizing
AAISA WdQS Iley were TO learn that
Tasmir was the seat of a Russian
nobleman.
We'll" said Eric, hiding his chagri
and resentment, Tn glad you came,
no matter where you came from. 1t
must have been like locking for a
needle in a haystack, but still you found
u.s."
I've never tried to find a needle in
a haystack," said Adam Carr reflect
lively. I'm sure 1t must be interest
ing. I'll try sometime"
What a queer man you are. Mr..
Carr" cried Joan impulsively. He
stared at her, and she shrank inward
ly from the sardonic glitter in his
eyes.
He chuckled mirthlessly. II hope
he said. Queer men never get
anywhere. Miss Bright. Fer instance,
the fellow who looks for a needle,
when there are so many other things to
look Tor that are worth finding. You'd
call him a queer chap, Td say. I've
round things in my time that would
make looking for a needle seem the
easiest task in the world. But" he
ADDED, after a short pause, IT still think
II you'd lost a needle in a haystack
and you Just had to a that needle
in your sewing bag, 1 could find
1t for you If you made It worth while
for me to do So"
No one could possibly wan a needle
SO much as all that" she cried, per
picked by his humor.
In any event" said he, continuing in
the same vein, "a needle Is a very
mandy thing to have about IL you pos
sess a trick camel"
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