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Eleventh Instalment
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aeuu lolls Ussy of Sis lore. Wm •» rn
|k with eramnpt for Mm, ho frows rio
Wntly angry ud 'be becomes afraid of him.
He soys >• «& otertt let bar *o fronthe
Minerva tmh2 Sbo accept* him. To «scmc
fius ssisr is
1 1 Lucy
end takes
about her,
m frantic. . ____ _
testations ofTove. # _
Leeson informs Lucy that 8ter«ai must
raise a quarter of a million dolkrtoT to
to jail—"at five o’clock.” Loey foes to
her bank and raises the surm _
Lucy goes to Stevens to help Mm, ms*
he refuses to take money from a woman
to whom he i* not married. 8o- Loot
marries this man that she hates, and
prompty runs away from Mm, going to
Her staunch friend Dr. reigns France to
tell what she has done.
Stevens sets out in search of ,"oc^!
Meanwhile, Dr. Faunce and Lucy launch
a new boat. A hurricane wrecks them op
their first trip. Lucy is saved, and finds
herself aboard the Minerva, wondering
wba: happened to Dr. Faunct
Lr. Faunce is aboard the Minerva also.
Stevens threatens to kill Faunce unlssa Lucy
Sticks to him. To save Faunce she accedes,
hut expresses kite for Stevens. A fsw min
ute later he startles her by saying he
du* n’t want her, and never will!
I -exon sees Lucy and in a burst of coa
4c!: I.e tells her of a plot against ho1 Ml
tu, Certain interests are to break down
the rilgea oo his property, and make it
w <v va. Ski goes to Faunce s place,
w*i hs huaoand and Faunce are to
ne i ic , tails of the plot. Preparations
Jit - ’ }*m • fight.
.1 u} s Mahaid and the man stye loves
\1 >ooi!ten :ause against the invaders
*.;cl nt >d Ilia k'idges against the crooked
•he tf 1..1 hk t.ang, backed by Clary, the
«c f nuii,aat* I.ucy leaves them togeth
4 lie row* back to Man^o Key, gets
h> .nt fin#- Judge Learning.
clist p1 I gainst Stevens of resisting
tb< V',-J 1 ■ g irown out of court. Lucy
t>, to wraier whether she has mis
iit . cr lafxitid. The great Breakers
>i • *es ;%• and Tim proves himself a
t. . - Pis wv#» watches h:.u aiding itt tic
i'\\ CO ON V ”!’•? i fill STOKV
l\ •-> . s*»r;I lematk
t);; t . tlclUOQ picture
Vl'-J: ' •
But Lucy was in no mood to be
captious, to pick flaws in praise or the
persons who uttered it
“Tim has done well, hasn’t he?’ she
4kld *
. Elsie Darragh laughed.
"Well? If he’s saved a third of men
and women he's supposed to have
dragged out of the Breakers, he’s done
more than well.”
She heard men crying hoarsely, or
dering others to make way for their
passage. Several of them were bear
mg. on an improvised stretcher, the
body of a man.
| She heard some one ask if he were
dead. One of the bearers shrugged.
I "Looks like it,” he^answered.
I "Who is it?” another queried.
| "Tim Stevens,” said the bearer.
She was not surprised, either then
<&r later, that she was able to take in
atant charge of Tim.
Not merely had Stevens beer
burned, but he had been struck
tailing timber, and. while die
was not fractured, serious injury h
been done. Not until the twenty-t*i '.j
day was he pronounced completely out j
pi danger.
; And on that day Lucy went to bed.
to stay there a week. When she got
up again, the cloud had disappeared
from her faculties and she was herself
again. She had not been ill during
this week, simply completely worn out,
nervously exhausted. Her vigil by
Tim’s bedside had been almost con
tinuous for over three weeks.
Out' • bridge at Seminole Creek he
had >!. u himself possessed of phy
. v.»! i equal to any she had
« r .On the roof of the
cottage he -wn ability to with
stand pu: when the event
called for it. An I he manner of his
injury had been fuie. A negro pinned
beneath debris . . . Tim Steven* pull
ing the man out . . . Tim Stevens
warned that the roof above was fall*
i ig . Tim Steven* refusing to flee
t but staving until he had
re! V colored man ... This was
« i d the finest sort Forget all
t n-inspired brutalities that he
1 d. or tried to use, against hcr
s 1 , and one found a pretty dectnt
80V t.
But there was something else. He
had stolen. No argument could over
feheim *hts fact: ne had been saved
torn ja2 only by the acceptance of a
{tarter of * million of her money.
On the morning that sh«- arose from
feed she fcv. in Stevens lying on a
tcuch in th- ;atio. Kb great frame <
looked phif-.:;i‘ thin ben:ith the light 1
fcoverlets. R'" he had Jbeen freshly '
fchaved, and ,k nauntness’ of his face i
lent a certa;« nr action lo his almost <
too o-'w .•> •: looks. He would, j
,*hsr i‘ *c: be s h i-'sof-.v in age.j.
then v .hi « V t e du>h ni e rly
fiv.v' '>■ W ' < d o-t a • trembling ’
ht • I’
a ! r.' h» "It
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“I fed like a great big dub," he
•aid bitterly, 'letting you wear your
self out taking care of a hulk like me I
I can’t say thank you; it’s so Uttle to
r'I married you,” she retorted.
"Should a person back out of a bar*
gain because h seems not otme to
advantageous aj it looked amen cot
entered into it?"
“I looked better at the ceremony
than later, then?” he grinned m
She Mushed.
He opened a drawer, drew forth a check-book and began writm#] .
in it with a fountain pen ... she saw that it was i check made out |
her for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. ;
He sighed, and his sigh was pitiful,
coming from Tim Stevens, who might
curse or even sob, but who had never
been plaintive in his life before.
"Well, much obliged, anyway. I
sort of thought ... I hoped . . .
Well, I was born a damn fool, Lucy,
and I suppose I'll die one. Too bad
I wasn't completely knocked off while
i was at it. End a rotten situation H
; i had been.” She m&de no reply, and
I silence ensued for a minute, to be
. btekcp by tfi hitter ppetcfej
“I suppose you’d have been glad if
I had bee;*, killed.”
“That \s babvish,” she told him.
"I'm glad you’re alive, Tim. Mighty
glad ot ii. And I’m proud of your
behavior at the fire. You’re a brave
man—a hero, I guess. But you’re
something else, too, Tim.”
"Your husband, eh?” he sneered.
"A thief,” she said. "And ... I
can’t ever forget that.”
His eyes narrowed.
"A thief, eh? If it weren’t for that
you might . . . even . . . you might
even be ... my wife, eh?"
She put her hands before her face.
"How do I know? You’re differ
ent; you’re finer in a hundred ways
than I’d dreamed. But you can’t blot
out the past, Tim.”
"Who the hell wants to?” he asked
; you remember what I
that night on Barracuda
. r.moved her hands from her
] bravely smiled at him.
i remember that you weren’t very
"i tuid you that you could go to
boll and be damned, tnat’s what I said.
I siid it then, and I say it again now.”
She shrank away from the blazing
fury of his eyes.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Mean? I mean I’m sick of you
with your blasted holier-than-thou
ways. You nursed me through illness.
All right, that makes us square.”
“How . . . how does it make us
square?” she asked.
“Because you owe me a lot—a damn
sight more than you’ll ever know, my
chaste and dainty Devil-May-Care!”
he jeered. “But you’ve paid it by
nursing me. Anyway, we’ll call the
account canceled/ He rose on his el
bow. “I wouldn’t let you divorce me;
I wouldn’t get a divorce myself. Well,
I thought I was married to a woman,
not a cold-blooded saint just descended
from Heaven. Damn saints! I want
no part of them.
“Now you can have your divorce.
And for fear you may have trouble
in getting it I’ll give you grounds,
plenty of grounds. There’S a girl down
here now—a good egg, too, a darn
right better egg than you’ll ever be,
for all she’s been kept by half New
York. Or, if she’s gone beck north,
Hlj? etcher down here again. Under
To not acre that I do/ she said
“Well, 700*0 be able to name her
w co-respondent She’ll be my mls
rt's, Bring here openly with me. She
roVt mina being named; she’s been
wnbd before. Now, you want a
livot*. Go on, get it. Here—wait
i me< Shove that table ovc:
lore. will TOO, pler.se?1’
This was a Tim she had never
mown she hvi known a t-r-d
>t:d vioi *i? Tim. who, she iho:«'l»r,
«uukf '■& ft*- nothi 7. Uv $sjm*
0* * i -* _
“Earned it. You needn't be afraid ft
take it; You’ll not be arrested for shojV
ing in the proceeds of a theft An?
your lawvers can opcier with mkl
about settlements and alimony and tat
rest of it." •
"Do you think*" she biased,
e * * *
“Ma’am, Mrs. $tpvens, could I hart !
"I certainly owe you a word, 1
Modane," she said. “You saved my
life, you know."
Modane had removed his vachting
cap now, and was twisting it :*'■ I :s
“I dunno how you made that mis
take, Mrs. Stevens," he said. ’ And
the boss let it ride that other
you mentioned it, but it was him w’O j
went overboard after you and r»r.
Faunce, ma’am. He knew it was you,
too, for he yelled your name as he
dived.” 1
"He saved me?” she gasped.
“Nobody else, ma’am. And I . . .
he’s kind o’ bugs, ma’am, with all
what he’s been through, and he’s tak
ing a dame aboard to-night, and . . .
well, it’s none of my business, Mrs.
Stevens, only ... if the boss was my
brother and sister too, I couldn’* like
him more. And I want to say ...
do you think it’s sporting to run out *,
on him like this ? Because there .
wouldn’t be no other dame aboard the
Minerva if you was there.” j
"Am I his keeper, Modane?” she
asked. 1
Sure you arel A man like that
needs some one to look after him. And
if his wife don’t do it, who will?”
“But suppose that his wife doesn’t
want to? What then, Modane?”
"Well, if she don’t want to, she
ought to, just the same. Do you think
he’d take a run-out powder if you was
in trouble, ma’am? Why, he’d walk
through the blazin’ fringes of hell,
ma’am. And that’s where be-’s headed
at that, Mrs. Stevens.”
“He’ll go where he belongs, where
he chooses to belong, Modane,” said
"I get you, ma’am. A man finds hi*
own level and that sort of thing. But
that stuff goes for Sweeney wheql
there’s a dame rung k on the play.
Say, If he wasn’t a regular person, F4
say you was right to play your ow4
hand. But ma’am, 1 was a crooked
ginny when he picked me up. Fd
brought him out of the water when hf
was gout* down, but most gents would
’& slipped me some coin and let it 0*
at that Not Mr. Stevens. He madg
an honest man out of me. Knew f
was phony and all that Made 4
American out o’ me too. Say, ma’am,
if I was worth a play, dart yen think
he's wjrth one?*
f> stared at him.
‘ Maybe, Modane, yoofrl right," she
Continued Next Week
Lindy and Anne on an Exploring Trip
< • "harles A. Lindbergh und his wife, the former Anne Morrow, re9*.
m*. their journey over the Ar» ;a <!iPs to L/ndbergh Cave. They are
exploring the remains of the ..••mts of the ancient cliff-dwellers. Not*
the rope ov^r Lindy’s shoulder, to help them over the rough place*.
Other writers than myself are calling attentic:. * wie <
absolute need of a good breakfast, whether the individual to i
be advised is a school child or a greybeard. However the j
“ancient mariner” on the sea of life, is very likely to tell you |
that a breakfast is the most highly-enjoyed meal of the day,
and has been his rule through life: that’s why he has lived so
tnanv years. I road in my paper tin's very morning that a j
ponderous city man and clubman dropped •ver dead at a
bridge-table—aged fifty-five—from “hper*: disease.”
1 have mentioned in many previous articles in this col- I
umn, the dangers of the no-breakfast habit, and, the corres
ponding sin of the six o’clock dinner. ' I reiterate here: There
is no deadly dangerous way of living quite so much so, «is «b«
no-breakfasi—evening-dinner habit into which our business
men have drifted. It practically insures men to be short
The schoolboy or girl who is hurried away mornings with j
a hasty mouthful of food, imperfectly masticated if at ad. will
be tired on entering the schoolroom; the work of the forenoon
brings actual fatigue; the child’s appetite is weakened; an v
indifferent lunch is taken ; more work until school is dismissed;
the youngster drags home, and fills the stomach with a dinner
of heavy food—too much for a tired body and mind, it all
cannot be provided with digestive fluids. It enters the circu
lation by the absorbents and floats in the blood-stream, for- <
eign, unadaptable. The child becomes weak, listless, pot
bellied,” and in no condition to resist disease-germs.
That ought to be enough to condemn.such a routine. A
parent who knows no better is criminally ignorant..
And. an adult who waits until the day’s work is done to
cram the body full of heavy proteins, is paving the wa" to a
V-ov°r death, nnvwhere from fifty to sixty. ! e
p.,p,.-s v. m ?,v, “heart 'disease.” Pf wtnbcr: The oldest,
healthiest folks today are breakfast eaters.
Not a Scene From a Movie
nrriinnr~ am i --— mow - - -- - — "— —
Adolph Menjou, {amove f.lm • recovering from an operation for
appendicitis in the American hr in Paris, while his wife, Kathryn
Carver, cheers his convalescence.
„ cuts no More Wives
. llilW mm
Kemp ; Poplar
> who is 113 years eld and
• \< nds to li'fl another 80 years
i -ocs.- 't want to oe burdened with
i i. ci woman. His second wife, a
of his best died forty years ago.
Inherits a Million
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Josephine Barth, eleven yeais old,
of Denver, to whom the courts have
awarded the niillion-uolhu c. i. u i
her grandmother. Josephine say ■
is going to lave a "big, sn pj; . 1
ster" as soon as she is old enough to
Set a driving license.
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land, which President il '
turn ever to the stales • ■•“••••
is as Uv£c as the thirteen o. .1
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Forum Class
Dne hour per week will accomplish
;ood results In a short time. Many
lave been benefited hy our method.
Lack of schooling Is no bar. We
;an help you. On Hie other hand*
school grraJiittlea end scbopl
Sencher< can be hVtfj^d In the per
tectinf: of :t s&.ceu> use of English
ir i ii u.^ful vocabulary.
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