Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-06-19
cHAe1ER xxx. F.M

1.-THE dawn came slowly, and with but
little increase Of light. The breeze had
almost entirely died away, leaving the
canvas aloft motionless. the schooner
barely moving through q slightly heav-
Ing sea, in the midst Of dull.gray
mist. When. watkins emerged from
the mist'I proposed to him that we 60
below and continue the search for
gold. He was not anxious to 90 and
Dorothy persuaded mo to lot her go
with me. In the room where the ape
had been hidden ws found . biz chest
and I set to work to open It.
It proved harder than I had be-
lieved, the staple Of the lock clinging
to the hard teak wood Of which the
chest was made. The lid was heavy,
but a. / finally forced It backward .
hinge snapped and permitted It to
drop crashing to the deck. For an In
slant could sec nothing within.
"Lift up the lantern Dorothy,
please. No higher than that What
In Gods namsi Why, It 10 tho corpse
Of q woman !"
heard her CRY out. and baSely
caught the lantern % It fell from her
hand. At frst Jdoubted tho evidence
Of my swn eyes. Switching the bit Of
flaring candle from its tin socket and
Kidding Il where the full glare Of
light fell across the Erewsome object.
Az. It was woman. with lower Limbs
doubled back from lack Of space, but
otherwise lying 40 though she slept 50
perfect In preservation her cheeks APP
psared flushed with health, her lips
half smiling. It was . face Of real
beauty-an English face. although her
eyes and hair were dark and her man
tilla and long earrings were unQues-
tionably Spanish. A string Of pearls
encircled her throat, and there were
numerous rings upon her fingers. The
very contrast added immessurably to
the horror.
.She IL aiiveI Surely she IL aAvel"
The words were sobbed into my ear
from Dorothy's lips.
"Alivei No, that ID impossible r. !
touched the figure with my hand. "ThS
Aesh Ii like stone" said, ''thus held
lifelike by some magic Of the Indies.
What can It all meanl Who could the
woman bei It is love Or hateT
"Not love. Geonry.. Love would
never. do this thing. Il = hate. ths
gloating Of revenge there can be no
other answer-this Is tho end cf Z
tragedy"
There was nothing, not . scrap Of
paper. not even the semblancs Of .
wound exposed. The smile on those,
parted lips had become one Of mock
cry; I could bear the sight no longer.
and rose to my feet. clasping Dorothy.
close to me. as she still gazed down In
fascination at the chastity sight.>
ave VIII never know. The manjwho
could tell is dead"
captain Paradillaf' A
''Who else could It bef This was
his schooner. and here he alone could
hide sucb>a secret. There is nothing,
more we-ean learn, and the horror un-
nerves me. Hold the light, dear. Whine
fireplace the lid Of the chest"
It required my utmost effort to ac-
complish this. I was glad to have the
thing hidden, to escape the stare Of
those Axed eyes, the death smile Of
those red lips. 1t was no longer q
reality but q dream of delirium \ I
dare not think or speculate-my only
desire being to get away, to get Dor
othy away. In absolute terror I drew
her with me to thes open door-then
stopped, paralyzed; the half revealed
figure Of asman appeared on the cabin
stairs.
"Stop! Who are your"
~Watkins, sir. came below to call
you. There's sumthin' bloomin' odd
takh' place out there in the fog, Cap
tain Carlyle. We want yer on deck,
sir, right away"
(To Be Contin1edo