The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1923-08-24
By Charles Tenney Jackson

Il want to lie wi you a moment, AM
look at the flying tops. You will nee'
to shorten sail. and l rage that / can
not spring to the tops again. Name Q
GEdl-a eaman on his back an,
loose blocks clatteringl . . . Is thu
English woman gomez"
"She is well away with Monsieur d.
Almonaster."
"Goodl Now, you are LATTE. and
not this woman's Sazarac. 1t is this
Jean. In my shrimper's camp back a
La Caminada there is a packet In my
sea chest 1t tells of plumber thai
Crump and De Jonville and l buried
on Cozumel twenty years ago. Some
gold, some silver and a handful OF
jewels. The two others have beer
dead long since; and 1 wish the stuff
for you"
Il can return to Louisiana,
Johanness," said the leader gently.
"Ehf Well, that is 80 I" The old
mans voice was breaking lower. He
turned his face to watch the white
spume arise along the weather rail,
the highest glitter Of 1t striking his
face. well let me be, my captain
wish to lie alone staring at the dizzy
tops Naught but them against the
blue and the sea weathering up at me.
Now-let be, Jean"
The master put his hand back on his
breast and walked aft. The weary
group by the steersman looked Ques-
tioningly up.
Let no one go near him. 1t Is his
wish. / shall roll him from the chains.
That, too. is his wish. I-alonef"
And again the girl looked wonder
ingly at him. what are you to them
all, Monsieur That rough men turn
to you In this fashion, as I have seen
them die-the priest, the brother and
the comrade7"
"A name" he said, and smiled; and
then would say no more.
Louise had bound up De Almonaster's
sorely-wounded arm. Now they all lay
In the shelter of the a~fter-housing, save
the lad, Clark, who had taken the
wheel. Old Dominique, Monsieur
Sazarac and Count de Almonaster with
the English woman.
The creak and haul of the gear in the
freshening wind was all the sound, and
Dominique croaked his misgivings.
"a sore wild night for us all,
hearties, If 1t keeps IN. And another
mystery there may be for the coffee
houses, and that is the end of the
Seraphine and the yelling DULLES who
stole her from the Place d'Armesi /
trust the Mayor Rouifignac Will put
flowers on my desk in the council
chamber"
They tried to smile for the sake of
Mademoiselle. Now and then, with a
curious little frowning fear, she had
glanced down the raised skylight to the
cabin Of the emperor. 1t was, indeed,
as If she was watching there for an APP
partition. At times she would have
asked Of the ragged man she saw there
In the chair of honor with the scalp
wound that had given him something
the appearance of one who wore a red
and Jauntily; but always the
gentlemen had ~courteously evaded
her.
The two gentlemen had conferred
apart, now and then; ~reservedly, per-
but with common honesty.
You would make the Mississippi
with this ship, Monsieur" in
luired De Almonaster. ut appears
lutte impossible that we should"
"What is In your mind, MonsieurT
Sazarac dryly.
"Your life again. Granting this
'horthanded vessel can be brought to
he Mississippi. there is al answer we
must make for this affair"
There is the answer I made to
iademoiselle Lestron."
''True-truel" The younger man
hrugged. There is, In addition, my
ionor that the Seraphine yet sail on
he mission for the emperor. There
re gentlemen in New Orleans with
honey In this venture. If a crew could
e shipped by any
Monsieur Sazarac laughed aloud. At
he end It amused him-this pune
Ilious regard each had for honor
is own and the other mans, and each
Or the others lie and future. That
as what Mademoiselle Lestron had
ut upon them, this meticulous notion
} stand aside rather than overreach.
Come" he said good-humoredly. us 1
lere a quarrel in us, Monsieur" |
IA the end she will know you are |
can LATTE" went on De Almonaster
venly. but 1t is not l who should {
her. Is not that fair?" {
81 will bow to her from the gallows
re governor will erect IN the Place
Armes, and nnounc myself, II [
eeds be-" said Monsieur Sazarac. I
Jean" the younger man sprang up
pity. This is 10 jestingl She loves
ou 7"
"A ghost-Sazarac," smiled the 9TH 4
:. "Ah, indeed, this is worthy Of the {
an who lies below in the suite of
apoleon, babbling a glory which is
'mpounded of fever and cognaci 4
hat is there to love In Sazarac, once
e mask is torn from him?" n
''That is the point of It," retorted
e other soberly. zone can love a h
n ek q woman ran On IN for