The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1921-09-29

swinging at the emu OF rope. Ills
face was set In GOODNESS; his hair was
streaked with gray; his forehead had
a line in the middle; his manner was
rigid, almost frigid, indeed. Only in
his eyes was there that which denied
all that his face and manner saba
hungry, absorbing, hopeless look, the
look of one who searches for friend
In the denying desert.
Somehow, when he bowed low TO
| her and looked her in the eyes as no
one in all her life had ever done, she
had an almost agOniZed understanding
Of what man feels who has been
imprisoned-that he Is never the same
! again. He was an eX-convict and yet
she did not feel repealed by him. She
| did not believe he had killed Errs
| Boyne. As for the later crime of mu-
| tiny, that did not concern her much
She was Irish; but, more than that
she was in sympathy with the mu-
tineers. She understood why Dyck
Calhoun, enlisting as common sailor
should take up their cause and run
risk 10 advance IL. That he had adj
vanced 1t was known to all the world (;
that he had paid the price of his mu-
tiny by saving the kings navy with
stolen ship; and that he had won
wealth was but another proof Of the
mans power
You would not come to America,
so | came here, and" She paused,
her voice trembling slightly.
There Is rluch to do at Salem" he
added calmly, and yet with his heart
beating as 1t had not beaten since the
day he had first met her at Playmore.
You wouldn't take the money
sent to Dublin for you-the gift Of
believing friend, and you would not
come to America !"
IL shall have to tell you why one day."
he answered slowly, "but I'll pay my
respects to your mother now"
So saying he went forward and
bowed low to Mrs. Llyn. Unlike her
daughter, Mrs. Llyn, did not offer her
hand. She was pale, distraught, trou-
bled-and vexed. She, however, muir
INJURED his name and bowed.
You did not expect to see me here
in jamaica" he said boldly.
Frankly, 1 did not, Mr.. Calhoun"
she said.
you resent my coming here to see
you? You think 1t bold, at least"
She looked at him closely and firm
ly. you know why cannot welcome
you"
"Yet 1 have paid the account de-
manded by the law. And you had no
regard for him. You divorced him."
Sheila had drawn near, and Dyck
made gesture in her direction. "She
does not know" he said, land she
should not hear what we say now"
Mrs. Llyn nodded, and in low tone
told Sheila that she wished to be alone
with Dyck for little while. In
Dyck's eyes. as he watched Sheila go,
was thing deeper than he had ever
known or shown before. In her white
gown and with her light step Sheila
seemed to float away-a picture grace
full, stately, buoyant, "keen and small"
AS she was about to pass beyond
her head toward the two, and there
was that In her eyes which few ever
see and seeing are afterward the
same. 1t was a look Of inquiry, Of
revelation, Of emotion which went to
Dyck's heart.
mo, she does not know the truth"
Mrs Llyn said. but 1t has been hard
hiding ii from her. One never knew
whether some chance remark, some
allusion I'm the papers wepld tell her
you had killed her father"
did / kill her fatherr' asked Dyck
helplessly. "Did /? was found gull
ty of 1t, but on my honor, Mrs. Llyn,
| do not know and do not think |
did. l have no memory of 1t. We
quarreled. I drew my sword on him,
then he made an explanation and !
madly, stupidity drank drugged wine
in reconciliation with him, and then
| remember nothing more-nothing at
ALL"
"What was the cause of your quar-
rel?"
Dyck looked at her long before an
swering. Il hid that from my father
even, and hid II from the world-did
not even mention 1t in court ut the
trial. If had, perhaps | should not
have gone TO jail. IL l had, perhaps
I should not be here in Jamaica. If
I had" He paused, flood Of re-
Election drowning his face, making his
eyes shine with black sorrow.
swell, If you had Why did
you not? Wasn't 1t your duty to save
yourself and save your friends, IL you
could? Wasn't that your plain duty?"
"Yes, and that was why l did not
tell what the quarrel was. II / had.
even had / killed Errls Boyne, the
jury would not have convicted me. OF
that / am sure. 1t was loyalist
jury"
"Then why did you not?"
isn't Il strange that now, after all
these years, when l have settled the
account with Judge and jury, with