The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1921-09-22

the stern reserve of the nun relaxed.
Il win 20 IN with sister now" re-
sumed the young companion. ut is
her retiring time; goodnight The
door viii be unlocked for you"
It was such a queer dream-a dream
I'm which she knew 1t was a dream
For a su1rocatlng instant her heart
stopped still with horror-then leaped
madly into her throat!
Darkness enyeloped the room except
where, through a chink in the blind,
long pale finger Of dawn shone di-
rectly onto a small hand-mlrror hung
TO catch 1t. Before this stood figure
in long, black, trailing robes-the fig
ure Of the nun-shaying
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; boylsh, 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
her rack into darkness.
The mans movements were noise
less, save for the sound Of his razor.
Then came dreadful interval Of
absolute silence, during which her own
breathing seemed too deafening to be
borne.
What instant would she feel the
blade bite her qulvering throat? Or
would it be swifter than the agony it
brought-the flaming, piercing, scarlet
agony!
Suplne under the bewildering terror
she lay, not even Stimulating sleep, yet
appearing to sleep profoundly.
The man worked quickly aud then
slipped again into his berth, with a
sigh Of relief
Good morning, Miss Mamie Flynn"
cried the captain as she came out into
the bright morning light. "Sieep all
rght?"
She nodded without speaking
During breakfast she determined
what to do, but she could not make up
her mind just how she would tell, and
when she was again at the captains
side she had regained her poise and
composure,
THAT'S a mean-looking man." she
said, noddlng her head toward the fig
ure that had passed her just as she
came upon Captain Pilkins.
81 seen him last night. If he amt
got the sneaking, foX-face, walking
around and popping up like jack-in-
the box!
"Phew !" said the captain, and then
laughed. He was the real fine old
kind of sea dog, an he had a fine
old laugh. "Know who that isl" he
laughed.
mo" she answered with some inn
patience; "how should L"
Captain Pnkins' face Strengthened.
"WeH," said he impressively-out the
corners Of his eyes crinkled-"that's
Grant, the Observation-Disclosures Grant.
Biggest man in the service.
He's looking for young barrow
that broke Sing Sing two days ago;
thinks he may be aboard this boat
There's a thousand reward up fer
barrow"
Mamie Flynn drew in her breath
and opened her mouth--then shut IT
again. Far along the deck she cauelt
sight Of two figures--a man and
slender girl-approaching
She watched as they drew near m
til the vision Of a worn and huDled
man lying on a high little cot, swathed
in bandages, suffering yet With a
strange, new light in his eyes blurred
everything for a moment; then sne
heard a tired voice say, brokeriy,
"Some men never get a chance
Name
Buckner Grant emerged from a con-
panionway in time to see her wClk
straight toward the two with hat DIS
extended and say:
"Sister was asleep, so I come out
still. | rested fine And wasn't it cne
| seen you--rm so glad. I'm coming
out to school to vespers Sunday ar'er
next, sure.
"Dont forget, give my love to Lizzie
McManus, will you, Miss Barson?
Good-by no-go down that way-doem
them stairs back there. The gate to
get Off at is back there amt 1t, CEp-
tain Pilkins?"
Captain Pilkins bowed and saluted,
and they turned in the direction in1i-
Gated. Mamie Flynn went along few
steps. In fancy she saw the young
wife sitting sewing, sewing on the
nuns garments. Were they correct In
every detail, or was the piercing gaze
Of Grant detecting some flaw, even
| now2
"Good-by, Miss Barson," she sid
ogaln.
"Good-by dear" came the answer
There was no tremor in the sweet
young voice but the last, swift won
derng look Of the startled eyes he'd
fash which swept over Mamie Flynn
Ike the peace of heaven, making her
soul warm and glad.
She turned around, absolutely con