Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-10-07

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screaming and curling men--and
Calypso there. like beautiful statue,
still lnshsd to the mast . proud smile
on her lovely lips.
Another moment. and Charlie had
sprung aboard, and. Selling knife
from one Of the screaming negroes, he
cut her free.
His deep calm voice came to me
over the water.
"That's what I call courage" he
said. II could never have done It,"
The "king' had been right. He knew
his daughter.
by this I was nearing the boats
though as yet no one had seen 'me.
They were all too busy with the con-
fusion on deck, where four men lay
dead. and three others still kept mp
their gibberish Of fear.
I saw Calypso and Charlie Webster
stand a moment looking down ut the
figure Of Tobias, prostitute ut their
feet. '.r.
II am sorry I had to kill him."
hChtu ShutiiV uSNp Sio"ts haSoAs
to Keep him for the hangman."
But suddenly saw him start for
ward and stamp heavily on something
'No, you don't" heard him roar
and I learned afterward that Tobias,
though MORALLY wounded, was not yet
dead. and that, as tho two had stood
looking down on him. they had seen
his hand furtively moving toward the
fallen revolver that lay few inches
from him on the deck. Just as he had
grasped 1t, Charles heavy boot had
come down on his wrist. But Tobias
was still game.
"Not alive, you English brute!" he
was heard to groan out. and, snatch
ing free his wrist too swiftly to be
prevented, he had gathered up all his
remaining strength, and hurled him.
self over the side into the sea.
was but a dozen yards away from
him, as he fell; and. as he rose again,
1t was for his dying eyes to fix with
glare upon me. They dilated with
terror. as though he had seen a ghost.
Then he gave one strange scream, and
fell back into the sea. and we saw him
no more.
1t win be easier for the reader to
imagine, than for me to describe, the
look on the faces Of Calypso and
Charlie Webster when they saw me
appear at almost the same spot where
poor Tobias had just gone bubbiing
down. Words had nole. Tor was at
the end Of my strength, and I broke
down and sobbed like child.
"Thank God you are safe-my treas
urs, my treasure !" was all could say.
after they had lifted me aboard. and
lay face down on the deck, at her feet.
Swiftly sine knelt by my side, and
caresssd my shoulder with her dear
hand.
All Of INDEPENDENTLY my refer
ence to my treasure"-must have
been much to the bewilderment Of the
good simple-hearted Charlie. towering,
innocent.eyed, above US. believe I
stayed q little longer at her feet than
really had need to, for the comfort
Of her being 50 near and kind; but,
presently, we were all aroused by
voice from the cliffs above. 1t was the
"king," with his bodyguard, Erebus
and the crew of the Flamingo-no
Samson, alas! The sound Of the firing
had reached them in the woods. and
they had come hurrytng to discover
its cause.
So We deferred asking. our ques.
tons, and telling our several stories,
till we were pulled ashore.
As Calypso was folded In her 70.
TIERS arms. he turned to me:
"Didn't tell you that l knew my
daughter" he said.
"And I told you something too, o
king" replied-my eyes daring at
last to rest on Calypso with the love
and pride Of my heart.
young man3" he asked, laughing. did
Tobias kidnap you tooT
It was very hard, as you will have
seen, to astonish the "king." u
p But, though It was hard to astonish
and almost Impossible to alarm him,
his sense Of wonder was quite another
matter, and the boyish delight with
which he listened TO our several
stories would have made 1t worth
while to undergo tenfold the perils we
had faced. Our stories, said the
"king." were quite in the manner Of
1.-THE Arabian Nights" dovetailing one
into the other.
"And now" he added, I'VE will be-
gin with the STORY Of the Murdered
Slave and the Stolen Lady"
(To Be Continued.)