The Mena weekly star., 1919-10-09
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Copyright By A. Q. MsCinrE . %.


<nlset me out !" he laughed hideously
II hell with your help. ! want none
N. I am a dead man now, and the
"a est way to end all win be to go
|zpr with the Ship-'twill be fit
LIN for Black Sanchez. BY God!
Nv YOU now--Geoffry Carlyle?"
srYes. but an enemy no longer"
THAT is for me to say. / hate your
~, your breed The very sound Of
NJ name drives me mad. accept
/. rescue from you'll Damn you, take
~ gold and 60"
but whyf" ! insisted, shocked at
mans violence. is 1t because In
fered between you and Dorothy
lrfax?"
THAT chit bah, what do 1 care for
but as q plaything. No. my hate
y deeper than that. How came you
e---in the boat stolen from the Ma
RI
NO. Captain Sanchez. The day after
9 left the ship we boarded a schooner
md adrift, the crew stricken with
6lera. with not man left alive on
ek. or below. She lies yonder now,
= Santa Marie Slaver.v
Gderciful Godp' and his eyes fairly
LED into mine as he suddenly forces
body upward III ,ue bunk. "The
<pta Marie adrift! the crew dead
"a cholera? Ana the captain Para.
/k. FRANCIS rarndilia-what OF
BE lay alone on a divan in the
&Nn-dest also.
tricd to speak. put failed. his
<ers clawlng at mis- throat. When
+ hna!Iy gained utterance once more
vas nut whisper.
Eel me-" he begged, there was no
nan with nimY
There was no woman said
yeiy, ION deck or In the cabin"
What mean you by saying that?
IRE was one on board Don't lie to
In an hour am dead-but first
me the truth. Does the woman
m
No, she died before. We found her
" in a chest, preserved by some
ilish Indian art. richly dressed and
ked with Jewels.
English?'
judged her so but with dark hair
eyes. You knew herr"
n the name OF all the fiends, yes.
/ know her end. He killed her
adilla killed her-because she was
alse 10 him as she had been to me.
but 1t is strange you should be
one to find her--to bring me this
Geoffry Carlyle r
why? What is 1t to mel"
You go back to England and tell the
& Of Bucclough how his precious
er died"
His sister, Good God. you cannot
u that woman was Lady Sara Car
u"
Who should know better than IT'
eringiy. "Once i was called in Eng
Sir John CollInswood.'
e sank back exhausted, struggling
breath, bur with eyes glowing
ked. | knew 1t all now, the dirnly
embered story coming wildly back
nemory. Here then was the ending
PIE one black stain on the family
or of our race. On this strange
4, three thousand miles from its
anning, the final curtain was being
rs down, the drama finished. The
% had come to me in whispers from
Fers, never even spoken about by
#e OF our race--a wild, headstrong
secret marriage, a duel in the
her brother desperately wounded,
then the disappearance Of the
Ten days later it was known
Sir John Collinswood had de-
Ped in large sum--but from that
England knew him no more. As
Ugh the sea had swallowed them
man and woman disappeared,
{ing no trace behind.
ne face gazed dumbly into was
IN and white with pain. yet the
lips grinned back at me in savage
sion.
ou remember. l see," he snarled.
pm out Of here, Geoffry Carlyle
Ve me to die In peace. The gold Is
r !; take It. and my curse upon It.
y now--do you hear the bark
{ on the rocks; it's near the end"
cuAprrp WYNN