Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1919-06-23

'U-n you, axe IouF S0'u sHo
Col"
your name drives me mad. accept
no rescue from you! Damn you, take
your gold and CO."
"But why?" ! insisted, shocked at
the mans violence. SIS it because In
terfered between you and Dorothy
Fairfax"
THAT chit; bah, what do l care for
her but as n plaything. No. my hate
runs deeper than that. How came you
herein the boat stolen from the Ma
mur?"
"No. Captain Sanchez. The day after
we left the ship we boarded schooner
found adrift, the crew stricken with
cholera, with not man left alive on
deck, or below. She lies yonder now.
the Santa Marie-a SLAYER"
"Merciful God - and his eyes fairly
b!azed into mine as he suddenly forced
bis body upward in the bunk. The
Santa Marie adrift! the crew dead
from cholera? And the captain-Para-
diIla, Francis Paradilla-what OF
him."
HE lay alone on divan in the
cabin-dead Also
He tried to speak, but failed. his
fingers clawing at his throat. When
he finally gained utterance once more
1t was but a whisper.
"Tell me-" he begged, there was no
woman with him?"
"There was no woman" I said
gravely, ION deck or in the cabin"
"What mean you by saying that?
There was one on board! Don't lie to
me! In an hour l am dead-but first
tell me the truth. Does the woman
live?"
mo, she died before. We found her
body in a chest, preserved by some
devilish Indian art, richly dressed and
decked with jewels"
"English?'
II judged her>so, but with dark hair
and eyes. You knew herr"
I'm the name of all the fiends. yes.
And know her end. He killed her
Paradilla killed her-because she was
as false to him as she had been to me.
He'll but it is strange you should be
the one to find her-to bring me this
tale, Geoffry Carlyle"
"Why? What Is it to meT
"You 60 back to England and tell the
duke of Bucclough how his precious
sister died"
"IIis sister! Good God, you cannot
mean that woman was Lady Sara Car
lyle"
"Who should know better than II"
sneeringly. "Once was called in Eng
land Sir John Collinswood."
He sank back exhausted, struggling
for breath, but with eyes glowing
hatred l knew it all now, the dimly
remembered story coming wildly back
to memory. Here then was the ending
of the one black stain on the family
honor of our race. On this strange
coast, three thousand miles from its
beginning, the final curtain was being
rung down, the drama finished. The
story had come to me In whispers from
others, never even spoken about by
those Of our race-a wild headstrong
girl. secret marriage. duel in the
park. her brother desperately wounded.
and then the disappearance Of the
pair. Ten days later It was known
that Sir John Colinswood had de-
faulted in a large sum-but from that
hour England knew him no more. AS
though the sea had swallowed them
both, man and woman disappeared,
leaving no trace behind.
The face 1 gazed dumbly into was
drawn and white with pain, yet the
thin lips grinned back at me in savage
derision.
"You remember, I see," he snarled.
''Then out of here, Geoffry Carlyle.
Leave me to die in peace. The gold Is
there; take it. and my curse upon 1t.
Hurry now--dO you hear the bark
crate on the rocks; it's near the end"
-" ITO be Concluded)