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stateroom. "I wonder whether
his prison is worse than mine !"
Nearly four hours later the
Patagonia collided with a French
liner in a dense fog. She was
struck fairly amidships and
crumpled into a helpless wreck.
The other vessel stood by, and7
ten minutes later, the passengers
were being transferred aboard
her". Ten minutes after that the
chief officer was dragging the
captain of the Patagonia from his
post on the bridge,, the latter fu
"You'll have to come, sir," he
protested. "You are the last of
But he was not the Iast He
was the last buttwo. Down in
the little prisbn under the bow a
man waited, forgotten by all save
one the girl who, waking out of
a dream of impossible happiness
into the reality of sorrow, had
run to him, stU half asleep, her
fellow prisoner in the flesh, as she
in the spirit.
"Can't you climb through the
window?" she pleaded. 7
"Won't you go back and. leave
me?" the prisoner answered.
No," she replied. "They have
saved themselves and 'forgotten
you, the cowards ! I shall not go
unless you come with me."
"Then," answered the prisoner,
"you will find an axe hanging be
side the galley door."
She found it and, hurrying
back with it, beat with all her
strength upon the oaken frame;
t'len, seeing that she could ef
fect nothing, at the prisoner's
command she passed it to him
through fhe little windpw. She
heard the hammer of steel on
iron. Presently he had hacked)
loose the chain, with its shameful
ball, and began hammering uponu
the timbers. In a few minutes
the stout door swung off its.
hinges. They ran up on deck to-
gether, along slanting passages
and tilting stairs.
The ship was deserted. The.
moon,, flodding the sea with sil
ver, disclosedamoving speck in
the distance the French lfne$
hurrying baGJct6 port with jts
new cargo. .They "were" utterly
alone. They itfpted at each other
and read theirvfatein each other's
eyes. k -
"Why did yo&do this for me?"
asked the man.
"Because I tdo am a prisdnerj"
she answered. f
"You don't oolc like a pris
oner," he returned grimly-1
"I will tell you'thenr I waygo
ing hack to Amexica-' to be mar
ried to a man rhat& v It does nbt
matter how 1 cameto beTpledged
to him. If I had, "btblcen my
troth friends ;would have been
ruined friends to whom I owe
everj thing. It was my task o
sacrifice myself. Do you want fa
He shook his head. j,
"Not even my name?" -
"Nor But youvknow nothing 01
me. I too was returning to2
Americaj to years of captivity for
a crime tiommitted. And I wa
guilty. You ought to know the
worst of me because I do not want
to die while you believe in me." R