The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-03-25
CHAPTER XIV

Passengers in the Deal coach were surprised to obsreve the tall old dame in rusty black burst into mu- Sical laughter and at the same time wipe tears from her eyes. She ap- peared to be slightly daffy, for her face, now streaked by tears and lamp black, was the very picture of triumphant elation.
 Such, actually, was Polly's state of mind. Elation and joy. She felt that she hadn't car on earth. She was several thousand miles from home in an enemy country with a dangerous journey before her, and Jerry was impressed by the British navy on ship called the Sunrise, undoubtedly in a helpless and desperate state. Yet she hadn't care in the world. Jerry had not deserted her. Jerry loved her.
 She read the letter again. It struck her as being delightful piece of literature. Even Magic MillerS cratic spelling and her peculiar sprinkling of capital let ters held a charm.
 Polly thought, I ought to hate her for what she's done to us :. :. I do hate her. But it's not the same kind of hate I've been feel ing toward her She was noth- ing at all to Jerry! He didn't lie about it! He'd never laid eyes on her before she waved to him! !. '. Oh, this is beautiful and wonder full
 She suddenly noticed that all the passengers were looking at her. The coach driver had turned ill his seat to say to her reprovingly, T ask you again, Nam, where is it you want to be set down?"
 "Oh!" said Polly. Then, Let me off at Corly, please south Of Deal!" Her voice was ringing with vitality. The passengers faces all betrayed the fact that they had never before encountered such an aI1azing old woman.
 His Majesty's brig Sunrise, car rying 30 guns, had moved out of the gradually widening Thames into the North Sea. She sailed like fearless bird that can go where she wills. proud of her plumage and her standing. So sailed all of His MaJes- tl''s ships, the great and the small. And because they were so proud and so beautiful to look at, the English people loved them and spoke ot them vauntingly, as is natural.
 But a sailing ship that looks like a proud swan from shore can look like a hornets nest when viewed by one on board. It is small floating kingdom. inhabited by too many lusty men, and those in command must rule with an iron hand. So it has ever been on the sea. But so it especially is in this year of our Lord 1872 when Eng lands greatness is clouded for the moment by grasping king and a stupid prince regent and by ad- mirals and commissioners Who have scrawled two foul words on the Union Jack - Greed and Cruelty.
 Now where the fair island of England is at it's broadest there is a town called Lowestoft As the Sunrise sailed north she passeo within call of this port. The two marines who stood guard at the hatch above the prison hold spoke of this matter. One of them hac a sweetheart in that port, ano when he saw some female figures waving from shore, as women will at sight of a ship, he was moved to speculate as to whether his glr might be among them.
 The conversation of the two marines could be heard in the hold. Jerry Whitfield said tc Cabell Banks, Were close tt shore!'
 Just those few words. but ht spoke them so tensely that Cabell who was lying in his hammock with closed eyes, came alert. Ht turned and opened his eyes tt see Jerry Whitfield disappear ur the ladder with the softness ano SwiftneSs of cat.
 As for Jerry, he was impelled by instinct entirely. Reasoning did moi enter into it. He gained the deck balanced his slender but powerful body for moment for it's greatest projection of strength, hurled him. self toward the two hateful backs and struck down both men simul- taneously.
 He had reached the edge of the deck and had a leg over the bull Wark before two other marines seized him and brought him back
 After that things happened rapid ly. There was a report to the cap