Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1924-10-09
THE SEA HAWK
BY RAFAEL SABATINL


sonal enmty growing out of land dis
putes the marriage is opposed by both
Rosamund's brother, Peter, and her
guardian, Sir John Kiligrew. After his
defeat by Sir oliver in duel Sir Johns
antagonism is somewhat lessened;
whereas Peters becomes increasingly
more venomous. In a drunken rage
one day, in the presence Of Parson
Flack and Justice Baine and a group
of villagers, Peter insults Oliver strikes
him with his whip, and threatening
further punishment, rides off. Oliver,
uttering a threat to Kill him, starts in
furious pursuit. But good judgment
masters his temper. Rosamund, he
realizes, would never forgive him were
Peter harmed at his hands. For her
sake therefore, he must restrain his
anger. TO avoid further embodiment
with Peter he decides to leave the viii
lage.-Now go with the story.
CHAPTER IN-Continucd
WY HITLER he would go he did not then
w determine He might repair to Lon
don, and he might even go upon an
other cruise-an idea which he had lately
dismissed under ROsamund's earnest inter
cession. But it was imperative that he
should quit the neighborhood, and place a
distance between Peter Godolphin and him
self until such time as he might take Rosa
mund to wife.
The resolve was firmly implanted in him
by the time he reached Penarrow, and he
felt himself uplifted by it and by the prom
Use it afforded him that thus his future hap
piness would be assured.
Himself he stabbed his horse; for of the
two grooms he kept, one had by his leave
set out yesterday to spend Christmas in
Devon with his parents, the other had taken
chill and. had been ordered to bed that
very day by Sir Oliver, who was considerate
with those that served him.
In the dining he found
spread, and great log fire blazed in the
enormous cowled fireplace diffusing a
pleasant warmth through the vast room and
Pickering ruddiy upon the trophies of
weapons that adorned the walls, upon the
tapestries and the portraits of dead Tres
slians. Hearing his step, old Nicholas en-
tered bearing a great candlebranch which
he set upon the table.
''Y Ou'm late, Sir Oliver" said the servant
"and Master Lionel bain't home yet neither
Sir oliver grunted and scowled as he
crunched log and set it sizzling under his
wet heel He thought of Malpas and cursed
Lionels folly, as, without word he loosed
his cloak and flung it on an oaken Golfer
by the wall where already he had cast his
hat. Then he sat down, and Nicholas came
forward to draw off his boots.
When that was done and the old servant
stood up again, Sir Oliver shortly babe him
to serve supper.
Master Lionel cannot be long now
what | most require"
i've brewed ee a posset o. canary sack ="
announced Nicholas; there m no better sup
ping O. frosty winters night, Sir Oliver"
He departed to return presently with a
black jack that was steamng fragrantly. He
found his master still in the same attitude,
staring at the fire, and frowning darkly. Sir
divers thoughts were still of his brother
and Malpas, and so insistent were they that
his own concerns were for the moment quite
neglected.; he was considering whether it
was not his duty, after all, to attempt a
word of remonstrance. At length he rose
with sigh and got to table. There he be-
thought him of his sick groom, and asked
Nicholas for news of him Nicholas reported
the fellow to be much as he had been
whereupon Sir oliver took up a cup and
brimmed it with the steaming posset
Take him that" he said. "There's no
better medicine for such ailment"
Outside fell catter of hOOfs
Here be Master Lionel at last" said the
servant.
'No doubt" agreed Sir Oliver. ''No need
to stay for him. Here is all he needs
Carry that to Tom ere it cools"
1t was his object to procure the servants
absence when Lionel should arrive resolved
as he was to greet him with a sound rating
for his folly
He took deep draft of the posset, and
as he set it down he heard Lionels step
and his brother stood on the threshold a
moment at gaze.
Sir Oliver looked round with scowl.
the well-considered reproof already on his
lips.
SO" he began, and got no further
The sight that met his eyes drove the
ready words from his lips and mind: instead
it was sharp gasp of dismay that he came
Immediately to his feet.
Lionel"
Lionel lurched in, closed the door. and
shot home one of its bolts. Then he leaned
against it, facing his brother again HI was
deathly pale, with great dark stains under
his eyes; his ungloved right hand was
pressed to his side, and the fingers of it
were all smeared with blood that was still
oozing and dripping from between them
over his yellow doublet on the right side
there was a spreading dark stain whose
nature did not intrigue Sir Oliver a moment
My GOd!' he cried, and ran to his
brother
What happened, Lal? Who has done
ths?"
Peter Godolphin," came the answer from
lips that writhed in a curious smile
Never a word said Sir Oliver. but he set
his teeth and clenched his hands until the
nails cut into his palms. Then he put an
arm about this lad rs loved above all save
one in the whole world, and with anguish
IN his mind he supported him forward to
the fire. There Lionel dropped to the
chair that Sir Oliver had lately occupied.
What is your hurt lad? Has it gone
deep?' he asked, in terror almost
'Tis naught-a flesh wound; but have
lost mort of blood. I thought I should
have been drained or ever I got me home"
With fearful speed Sir Oliver drew his
dagger and ripped away doublet vest and