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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 30, 1913, Image 18

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(Continued from Saturday.)
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"By the splendor!" cried Mr. Eng
land's heart, "I have hit the nail on
the very head."
The Hynd Horn ran nearer and
nearer to the island, and the captain,
who was forward, glass at eye, sud
denly lurched like a drunken man.
He made a new focus and looked
"My God!" he cried "palms!"
Mr. England was at his elbow.
"The tropics!" said he, sweetly.
"This is the devil, Mr. England,"
said the captain.
"I begin to think it is," said Mr.
England. "Sir, the loan of your
Mr. England looked long and
eagerly, and his heart leaped and
bounded, but he kept countenance.
"Sir," said he, these waters are
familiar to me, and we are in im
minent danger of our lives; we are in
the midst of shoals and reefs "
. "Condemn that sextant!" cried the
; "Sir," said Mr. England, "I beg
'you to let me take the wheel before
all is lost."
"We will turn back," said the cap
tain. He was dazed at finding his
'ship so far to the southward.
"It were foolhardy to turn back,"
.said Mr. England. "We have no sex
tant, and the compass has proved as
lickle as woman. I beg you, sir, let
'me take the wheel. There is not a
moment to lose. We can talk as
as we save our lives."
The two gentlemen hurried aft,
and Mr. England snatched the wheel
from the helmsman's hand.
"And now, sir, what do you in
tend?" asked the captain.
r "That island," said Mr. England,
"'is a great putting-in place for ships
'fchort of water and supplies. It is in
habited by a gentle race of of
tslanders, who will treat us with courtesy,"
Mr. England, when the captain had
gone forward, patted the wheel and
smiled: "Oh, the simplicity of steer
ing through imaginary shoals and
Presently the captain cast the lead.
"Mr. England," he cried, "there is
no bottom."
"Thank God!" Mr. England called
back. "Then we are in the channel."
The Hynd Horn was now skirting
the shore of the island within three
cable lengths. Lady Pelham was
standing close to Mr. England.
"It is a sweet place," said she.
"Sweeter than you know, .lady,"
said he "Do you notice anything
particular about the scene?"
"Mr. England," cried the lady, in
excitement, "it is not it cannot be
YOUR island?"
"In the mids.t of doubt," said Mr.
England, "we must turn to the poets."
He raised his shapely head proudly
and turned his eyes on the lady.
"Princess," he said,
"I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute.
From the center all round to the sea
I am lord of the fowl and the
. brute."
"You terrify me," said Lady Pel
ham, "when you look like that."
"Oh, my lady," cried Mr. England,
"my good, my blessed angel, how can
I terrify you?"
"I have given you my trust," said
Lady Pelham, "and I will not fear
you any more."
Nature had done much to conceal
the narrow mouth of the tortuous
harbor into which Mr. England steer-,
ed the Hynd Horn. Islands were so
placed that the channel, in any direc
tion, was blocked by some one of
them; and so close were they to one
another and the main island that to
even a near glance they gave the ap-
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