The daily banner. (Cambridge, Md.) 1897-2008, 1921-03-02

waist IN water, ne felt s0netnlng
rough, cold, Shiny coil itself around his
right arm. It's pressure was like
Tightening cord; its steady persistence
like that Of d screw. A second cold
coil wound itself around his body;
third, a fourth, a fifth dashed them
selves around him. He could scarcely
breathe.
Suddenly round Shiny mass dart
ed toward him. 1t was the head of
the deyil-f1sh.
Gilliatt had his knife; his left arm
was still free. The monster stretched
out sixth tentacle for the free arm;
which would mean Giliiatt's sure
death; but with one superb circular
stroke GilIiatt whipped Off the shiny
head. The tentacleS relaxed, fell
away: he was dead.
Gilliatt had still to get his crab. He
looked into the deeper recesses of the
cave; and found the skeleton of a man.
Around the ribs was q leather belt.
On the belt was a name: Clubin. At
tached to the belt was Il fat tightly
NS6tiSt niue Hun bOA. w illlIll lilS bOA
were three sheets of paper, Bank of
England notes Of 1000 EACH in all,
$4,000 francs.
But the engines were what he had
come for. He tOiled on. and one eve
ming he sailed into 81. Sampson and
tied his sloop, weighted down with
the Durande's engines, to Lethierry's
wharf. He hummed a plaintive air
which ne had once heard Deruchette
play on her piano.
1t was five years since Gilliatt had
first seen Deruchette. In all that time
he had never spoken to her. He knew
her as men know the morning star, at
a distance. Once, seeing her with her
uncle, he had dared TO pass quite near.
He fancied that she smiled.
He walked noiselessly now toward
Lethierry's house. He saw above him
the windows of Deruchette's room. In
the garden he saw Deruchette herself.
A nightingale was singing. The night
was inexpressibly silent.
There was someone with Deruchette.
1t was a man, the young Episcopalian
curate whose life, Gilliatt recalled, he
had once saved from the high tide of
the Gild-Holm- rock. The curate
had offered him sovereign, which Gil
liatt had refused, saying it was no
matter. The curate had then pressed
upon him Bible.
The curate had the beauty of pale
head and face of pictured angel. He
spoke a language which e,hCed the
rhythm of the sacred psalms. He
spoke now. Deruchette spoke. Their
speech was Of love. They embraced.
Gilliatt stole off in the night.
Lethierry was transported at the re-
covery of his wonderful engines. 81
will build a hull around Them" he said.
81 shall have to borrow, but my credit
is good. Only for that villain of
Clubin-see, here is a note from Ran
taine. He gave Clubin for me, he
says, $4,000 francs, equal to what he
stole from me with interest"
Here" said Gilliatt, "are the $4,000
francs" He handed Iethierry the lit
tie iron box with the three 1,00O-franc
notes.
Lethierry embraced him. You more
than-man!" he exclaimed. "You shall
marry Deruchette at oncew
ST shall not marry Deruchette."
Lethierry insisted. He stormed. Gill
liatt was like iron. Lethierry grew
redder Gilliatt paler. Gilliatt had
his way. Deruchette and the curate
were married. They set sail for Eng
land on the packet Cashmere.
Gilliatt crossed at low tide on the
stones which led to Gild-Holm Ur rock
to see the Cashmere pass. The tide
was coming in, but the Cashmere was
coming out. She moved slowly in the
light breeze. The tide crept up on
Gild-Holm-'Ur, but Gilliatt's eyes were
for the Cashmere The tide crept
higher-to Gilliatt's knees-but in
spot of sunlight on the Cashmere were
Deruchette and the curate. Her head
was on his shoulder, his arm around
her waist. There was a silence like
the calm of heaven on the sea.
The packet passed on. She was be-
yond the waters of the harbor. The
ride was then at Gilliatt's shoulders,
but the packet was still within sight.
She became a spot in the haze. The
spot dvindled disappeared. AS she
vanished the head Of Gilliatt was en-
quilted.
Nothing was visible but the sea.
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