Hermanner Volksblatt. [volume] (Hermann, Mo.) 1875-1928, 1921-03-25

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Mamie Flynn was so obvious that even
the stern reserve of the nun relaxed.
II will go In with sister now" re-
sumed the young companion. ut is
her retiring time; goodnight. The
door will be unlocked for you"
.
It was such q queer dream-a dream
In which she knew it was a dream!
For a suffocating instant her heart
stopped still with horror-then leaped
madly into her throat!
Darkness ~enveloped the room except
where, through a chink In the blind,
a long pale finger Of dawn shone d.
rectly onto q small hand-mirrer hung
to catch II. Before this stood a figure
in long, black, trailing robes-the fig
ure of the nun-shavingl
She saw the uncovered. close
cropped head plainly from the shadow
Of her bunk, and the white face as It
was reflected in the glass-a young
face, markd with tense lines; not bad,
but perhaps a little weak; boyish, in
spite Of those terrible tight lines and
that unmistakable, chalky pallor.
Even the blue eyes had the strained
look; suffering was stamped on every
feature and emphasized In the CHASTITY,
grayish morning light.
Then the fascination gave place to
fear, and her lids contracted and shut
how hooIy ,nfn do yknocc
The mans movements were noise
less, save for the sound Of his razor.
Then came a dreadful interval Of
absolute silence, during which her own
breathing seemed too d~eafening to be
borne.
What instant would she feel the
blade bite her quivering throat? Or
would it be swifter than the agony 1t
/, brought--the flaming, piercing, scarlet
agony!
Supine under the ~bewildering terror
she lay, not even Stimulating sleep, yet
appearing to sleep profoundly.
The mar worked quickly and then
slipped again into his berth, with 9
sigh of relief.
"GOod morning, Miss Mamie Flynn
cried the captain as she came out into
the bright morning light. "Sleep al
; right?"
She nodded without speaking.
During breakfast she determined
what to do, but she could not make VI
> her mind Just how she would tell. ant
when she was again at the captain'
o side she had regained her potse ant
compOsure.
u That's a mean-looking man." SIN
i said, nodding her head toward the fig
\ ure that had passed her just as sh'
: came upon Captain Pilkins.
1T seen him last night. If he ain
got the s~neaking, fox-face, walkin.
around and popping up like d jack-ih
) the box!
"PhewW said the captain, and the,
L laughed. He was the real fine oil
kind Of sea dog, an he had a fin
5 old laugh. "Know who that Isl" h
laughed.
i NO" she answered, with some i'm
patience uOW Suuulu IL
Captain Pilkins' face Strengthened
Z "Well," said he impressively-but tn
II corners of his eyes crinkled-"that'
Grant, the observation-disclosures Gran
u Biggest man in the service.
Hes looking for young Darrov
that broke Sing Sing two days ago
thinks he may be aboard this boat
There's a thousand reward up 70
q barrow"
Mamie Flynn drew in her breat
1 and opened her mouth-then shut
q again. Far along the deck she caugh
sight of two figures-a man and
q slender girl-approaching
u She watched as they drew neal ur
til the vision Of a worn and hunte
q man lying on a high little cot, swathe
In b~andages, suffering yet, with
u strange, new light in his eyes, blurre
everything for a moment; then sh
J. heard a tired voice say, brokenl!
d "Some men never get a chance
II Name"
r Buckner Grant emerged from a con
N panionway In time to see her wal
n straight toward the two with hand
II extended, and say:
8 "Sister was asleep, SO / come on
) still. l rested fine. And wasn't 1t fin
y I seen you-Tm so glad. I'm comm
q u to school to vespers Sunday afte
next, sure.
v "Don't forget, give my love to Lizzi
q McManus, will you, Miss Barson
u Good-by no-go down that way-dow
u them stairs back there. The gate t
get off at Is back there-ain't it, Car
u tain Pilkins"
Captain Pilkins bowed and salutet
n and they turned In the direction ind
e, Gated. Mamie Flynn went along a fe,
% steps. In fancy che saw the youn
II wife sitting sewing, sewing IN tn
e nuns garments. Were they correct 1
d every detail, or was the piercing gaz
" of Grant detecting some flaw, eve
nowf
"Good-by, Miss Barson," she sal
d again.
d "Good-by. dear" came the answer