Bisbee daily review., 1917-03-11

phone. read him that mesSage-and say I've started to answer it in person. NO-dOn't ask questions. Just finish dressing me-and don't bother!" But before long Patria interrupted her dressing of her own volition, to seize the telephone and secure con nection with yacht club whose floats were moored in the Hudson not far from ClaremOnt.
 A taXicab whose chauffeur risked his license for n lady's whim bore her up- town with such expedition that, in less than twenty minutes from the time when she had telephoned, she hurried down the gangway to a float beside which waited mOtorbOat built on rae ing lines
 Two mechanics were tuning up the motor. Impatiently waiting till they pronounced it fit, Patria refused their further services. jumped into the boat . and ordered it cast off
 Not until it was well away-so far distant that the fog had plotted the club landing out aStern-did she feel conscious of any lessening of nervous tension. Now, at least-little as she could possibly hope for, who must grope blindly over blind sea for a goal of uncertain whereabOuts-she ! was doing what she could; she was trying to find the man who had proved himself never for an instant unready to risk his life in her interests, and whose life. she never doubted, was now more srimly imperiled than it ever yet had been.
 And even though she were to find him. by some wild whirl of the wheel of chance to come upon that vessel of all those hundreds which haunted that fog-bound harbor-what then could she do?
 She never stopped to question her ability to aid the man or hinder his enemies and hers-if she were happily to be permitted to do anything help ful, it would only be when she had found this man who (she was now ready to admit) meant more to ier than all the treasure in the world. It was her business first to find him, then to fret about rescuing him.
 Once through the NarrOws, how ever, once astray in the lower bay, she perforce slowed down. for very lack of any means of guessing where to turn. And for a space of time that seemed many weary hours she wan dered hither and yon over the face of that sullen sea. aimlessly, save as she ] essayed ever and again to trace some fog warming to it's source. in the for lorn hope that it might prove 10 be the floating prison of her protector.
 Is there a Providence in especial charge of lovers? Who shall deny the fact? What else led Patria's errant boat to that quarter O. the harbor where lay the Sandal?
 She found herself ct length staring with incredulous eyes up at that name iettered in faded gold across the stern of an idle vessel.
 Quite automatically she shut off the purring of her motor. Under decreaS- ing momentum the small boat moved quickly round the bulk of the larger, while she stared and wondered to see no curious head peering down at her over that high rail.
 It seemed her approach must have been unnoticed. She heard never a sound, saw never sign of any hum m thing about the freishter. And pres ently she swung her almost wayleSs craft in under the side of the an- chOred ship, ana. rising. fished with a boathoOk for ;f loop of cable that hung untidily from an open port. Catching this. she made painter fast, and with little difficulty scrambled up the side and in through the pOrt-to receive grinning welcome from half dozen Japanese sailors. who had been pa- tiently waiting.
 Her disgust was as cxtremc as her efforts to escape were unavailing. She was promptly seized. if not urgently. and escorted up from the lower deck tO he presented to the captain at the foot of the bridge companion ladder.
 From this parsonage she received a courteous bow, a sharp scrutiny. Scant consideration. For, though he had an intelligent face and looked and carried himself like man of education, he refused flatly to understand English 0r to regard her as anything more than some strange stray of the sea. X few lruSque commands in his Japanese, | md Patria was led off to be locked up . n a small. neat stater0om overlooking he upper deck.
 If they had counted on any lack of courage and resource as an intirmity f her sex. t,,cSc Japanese had reck- med without latria. She was no soon
 r alone than alert tu ind q way of ..Scapc. The Coor was stout and stout " locked, hut the Shuttered port seemed a fraii barrier to one of the least determin .tiCu.
 Before attacTing it, however, she took the precautiGn of slipping off her sports skirt. for ;he greater freedom oi her slender. kh:ekerbockered legs, if by any chance she should be suffered 1 to escape the Starsroom.
 Then waiting u.i she heard no sound of amy ynipn nf. fctlsfuIT am fbp dock bt,- |