The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1918-05-10
CHAPTER VIII-Continued.

''Well, nothin', l guess. l am glad
you understand matters a little better
and don't intend for the estate nor you
to pay these Moriarty bills. Just get
'em off your mind. Forget 'em. I'll see
that everythings attended TO. And,
later on, if you and me can, by putin
our heads together, help those folks to
earnin' better ivin', why, we will,
hey?"
The girl smiled up at him. II think" ="
she said, that you must be one who
likes to hide his light under bushel
Thank you-unclev'
She left Captain Elisha in a curious
state of mind. Against his will he had
been forced to accept thanks and
credit which, he believed did not right
fully belong to him. 1t was the only
thing to do, and yet it seemed like dis
loyalty to Malcolm Dunn. This trou-
bled him, but the trouble was, just
then a mere pinhead of blackness
against the radiance of his spirit.
His brothers daughter had for the
first time called him uncle.
A note on the dining room table
proved, to the captains delight, to be
from James Pearson. 1t was brief and
to the point.
"Why don't you come and see mew
wrote the young ma ''I've been ex-
pecting you, and you promised to come.
Have you forgotten my address? If so,
here it is. l expect to be in all day to-
morrow
The consequence Of this was that II
o'clock the next day found Captain
Elisha pulling the bell at brick house
in a long brick block on a west side
street. The block had evidently been in
its time the homes of well to do peo-
pie, but now it was rather dingy and
gone to seed. Across the street the
first floors were for the most part small
shops, and in the windows above them
doctors signs alternated with those of
modistes, manicure artists and milli-
ners.
The pull at the boarding house bell
was answered by a rather slatternly
maid, who informed the visitor that
she guessed Mr. Pearson was in. He
most always was around lunch time.
So Captain Elisha waited in a typical
boarding house parlOr before a CRATE
with no fire In it and surrounded by
walnut and plush furniture until Pear
son himself came hurrying downstairs.
Say. you're a brick, Captain War
sen," he declared as they shook hands.
Il hoped you'd come today. Why
haven't you before?"
The captain explained his having
mislaid the address.
The captain asked about the novel
and how it was progressing. His COM
panion admitted having made some
progress, more in the line of revision
than anything else. He had remodeled
his hero somewhat in accordance with
his new friends suggestions during
their interview at the Warren apart
ment and had introduced other charac-
ters, portrait sketches from memory of
persons whom he had known in his
boyhood days in the Maine town. He
read a few chapters aloud. and Cap
tain Elisha waXed almost enthusiastic
over them
Then followed long discussion over
n point of seamanship, the handling of
a bark in a gale.
At length Captain Elisha, having
worked Uncle Jim" into a safe har-
Dor after a hundred mile cruise under
Jury rig, with all hands watch and
watch at the pumps, leaned forward in
triumph to refill his pipe. Having done
so, his eyes remained fixed upon
photograph standing, partially hidden
by leather collar box, upon the dress
er. He looked at it intently, then rose
and took it in his hand.
"Well, swan !" he exclaimed. EITHER
what my heads been the fullest of
lately has struck to my eyesight or
else-why, say, Jim, that's Caroline,
amt it?
Pearson co1ored and seemed embar-
rassed. EYES," he answered, that is
Miss Warren"
"Humph Good likeness too! But
what kind of rig has she got on? I've
seen her wear a good many dresses
seems to have a different one for ev-
cry day, pretty nigh-but never saw
her in anything like that Looks sort
of outIandish, like one Of them foreign
girls at Geneya-or Leghorn, FAY"
Yes; that IN an Italian peasant cos
tune. Misg Warren wore it at fancy
dress ball year ago.
Want to Rnow! I-Italian peasant,
hey! Fifth avenue peasant with dia-
monds in her hair. Becomin' to her,
ain't it?''
II thought so.''
"Yup; she looks pretty enough! But
she don't need diamonds nor hand or
gan clothes to make her pretty"
Then, looking up from the photo
graph, he asked, "Give you this pic
ture, did she?"
His friends embarrassment inCreas-
ed. NO" he answered shortly; then,
after an instant's hesitation: That