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W
HE man was English that
was evident at first glance.
Moreover he was of that
ubiquitous type of sneer
ing, fault-finding Britisher
whose favorite tipple has
won him, in the far east,
the opprobrious title of
"Limejuicer." The wom
an—well, we had more dif
ficulty in classifying her.
The accent and the
clothes were English be-
jond the possibility of the most char
itable en or. But the piquant, sad
tace, the soulful brown eyes, the
cheeks of dark but wholesome and
even color, the full red lips, the small
and delicately molded features, these
were legacies perhaps of French an
cestors, more likely tokens of that
conglomerate strain now called the
American type but English, never.
As she came opposite my elbow
she laised her head and gave me a
look full in the eyes, a look so full of
helpless appeal that it startled me.
Our drawing-room connected with
the stateroom of the English couple
bj a door so that the two might on
occasion be thrown together en suite.
I looked down and saw the corner
of an envelope appear. I called
Claike's attention and we watched it
until the entire envelope, a long, white
one, stuffed so full of papers that it
went undei the door with difficulty,
lay on the floor at our feet.
Our prettv liason progresses,"
vvhispeicd Olaike '"There is a billet
doux foi ou
I hastily seized the envelope and
emptied its contents on the reading
table. And then Clarke and I stared
and gaped in helpless and idiotic as
tonishment. Hefoie us la bonds of
the United Zinc Coiporatlon to the
value ol $730,000.
With them was, a single sheet of
note papei with the crest of the Los
Angeles limited at the top. Clarke
and 1 lead it silently.
"To Mi Cailton Claike: I am tak
ing what 1 beliese to be the only
course to save these papers and my
life !h the time we leach Old Faith
ful inn I hope to devise some disposi
tion to ask on to make of them Until
then tjiuud thorn well. I know I can
trust on Destioj this note at once
Lad} Ethelbert Snivel}."
Sow wh.U do jou think of that?"
I gasped in a whisper.
"What ib the use of thinking?" an
hwerfd Claike 'We will wait. Lady
Snivelv, ou are a brilliant woman.
You aie a phv&iosjonomist of the high
est oidei ^ou aie taking an awful
chance, but jou have put your trust
in the light men We will be true to
it and see this thing through to the
end And Clai ke took off his trav
eling cap and gravely bowed toward
the door that separated us from the
mvstei} bejond.
And now, Sexton," he continued,
"theie is but one couise for us to pur
sue and that is to act as if nothing
has happened It is sate to say the
husband will not suspect us unless we
give him cause to do so. Nothing is
like]} to happen on this train, and the
next act ot the drama is laid at Old
Faithful so we might as well possess
our souls in patience."
When we met the English couple, or
Lord and Lady Snivel} as we now felt
privileged to call them, on the obser
vation platfoim the next morning we
could discern absolutely nothing dif
feient in their manner toward each
othei nor towards us than in previous
meetings The husband seemed, as
usual, utteily wrapped up in his own
selfish self and oblivious to his wife
and to the other passengers on the
platform. Once Clarke caught the
woman's eye and a quick exchange of
telepathic glances passed between
them. Again I found her eyes looking
into mine when her husband's head
was turned and I tried with all the
power of my soul to make my eyes
say to hei that all was well and that
we were on the job to the end. The
bonds were safelj strapped in Clarke's
money belt, next to his body, and,
without boasting, between the two of
us, 1 would have defied any six men
to take them away from him.
No fuither incident occurred during
the railroad journey and the state of
armed neutrality continued.
At Ogden we watched with interest
to be assured that the couple of mys
teiy tiansferred to the Yellowstone.
It would have complicated matters
and been embanassing if they'had
gone one way while we, with the
bonds, went another. Our routes were
the same, however, and when we
boaided the Short Line sleeper we
tound them in the opposite section,
the staterooms having already been
pre-empted b} a paity of German tour
ists.
After breakfast at Yellowstone sta
tion the next morning our entire party,
numbeiing about 50, were loaded into
the big M.-Y. stages for the 32-mile
diive to the Upper Geyser basin and
Old Faithful inn. Clarke and I Ik-id a
surrey to ourselves in charge of one
Bo Hughes. "Bo" being Yellowstone
n'ang 'pr driver. We also traveled
dto&ks&kt^
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"special." That is, we were relieved
from adhering to the regular schedule
laid down by the stage company.
We reached the Fountain lunch sta
tion and the Lower Geyser basin in
advance of the rest of the party and
Clarke roused to his duty sufficiently
to walk out with me over the "forma
tion," as the acres of limestone de
posit made by the geysers is officially
and technically known. Here again
we met my lord and lady when the
rest of the tourists came up, and were
grouped reverently in a circle to watch
the Fountain geyser play. Lady
Snively clapped her hands in glee as
the boiling water, throwing clouds of
seething steam, shot 50 feet in the air.
The shadows of the western snow
peaks were lenghtening when we drew
up, in advance of the rest of the party,
again by virtue of our "special," be
fore the log portals of that wonderful
piece of forest architecture, Old Faith
ful inn.
I was assigned to room 17 and
Clarke to room 18. Lord and Lady
Snively followed us and drew No. 19.
Whatever the destiny that bound us
together it seemed unbroken.
"This would be a dangerous place
to travel about on at night, Bo," I
said to Hughes as we clambered up
and down the mounds of calcareous
deposit, between bottomless pools of
boiling water, peering down into the
growling, sulphurous depths of the
"Lion and the Cubs," threading the
treacherous and precipitous sides of
the "Grotto" and feeling beneath our
feet the hollow crunch of the crust
that seemed but a thin partition be
tween the beautiful 'world above and
the regions of the inferno beneath.
"You're mighty right," answered
Hughes. "I never knowed of but one
man that ever come over here at
night and he wandered out o' the
hotel, drunk er crazy er somethin*.
and never showed up no more. No sir,
I reckon there's a devil awaitin' at the
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A
Bride of the Yellowstone
By FRANK LOVELL, NELSON
How Carlton Clark Solved a Strange, Weird
Mystery in the Western Country.
His Telepathic Suggestion Tells of Strange Condition of Affairs—
Detective Proves Worth of His Theory When Man is
Confronted—Master Mind Finally Triumphs.
bottom of every one o* these here
holes with a hook. Why, even the
swatties, that's the soldiers, you know,
what's detailed out here, like that
fellow over there, to see that the tour
ists don't carry off none o' the forma
tion, they couldn't no more be dragged
out here at night than you could get a
cow puncher to herd sheep."
It was all innocent enough at din
ner.
"But my deah," drawled the hus
band, "you surely cawn't believe all
that beastly rot. Cawn't a fellow have
a beastly clipping in his bag without
being a bloomin' crook? Haven't I
brought you out to this beastly hole
and given you everything you
wanted?"
"Yes, with my own money," inter
rupted the wife.
"You know I couldn't stay in Lon
don another day with the beastly hay
fever coming on, Alice. Now, what
have you done with those papers?"
"Yes, I knew you had searched my
luggage, liar. Don't give yourself any
false hopes. You will never see them
again."
"Then—" The sentence was lost in
a hiss of rage.
"Oh, yes. I know you arev perfectly
capable of killing me just as you did
those other women."
"Great guns, she's making for the
formation! It's suicide," I whispered.
We reached the edge of the treach
erous sea of alternate limestone and
boiling water. There, already far out
upon it, was the woman dashing blind
ly and heedlessly along with instant
and awful death on either side of her.
Behind her the man picked his way
carefully and cautiously.
And so in Indian file we started, fol
lowing Hughes and picking our way
gingerly between the spurting jets of
steam. Clarke handed me a revolver
and had his own in hand ready for ac
tion. Bo Hughes unlimbered a mon
strous 44 from somewhere about his
=ss
diminutive person. But withal fire
arms were useless unless it be that a
quick shot from Clarke's steady hand
might wing the man if the drama be
gan to take the setting of murder.
"We've lost them!" excitedly whis
pered Clarke.
Sure enough, the couple were no
where in sight.
"We'll pick 'em up all right when
we round that geyser cone yonder,"
whispered Bo.
Yes, there they were as he had
said, but the scene was vastly changed.
The woman had stopped her head
long flight and was kneeling on the
formation as if in prayer. In her
clasped, uplifted hands we saw the
glint of polished metal. Behind her
the husband crept with outstretched
arms. Closer and closer he came, but
she seemed unmindful of his presence.
Were we to witness a murder or a sui
cide prevented? It was hard to tell.
We could do nothing but stand idly
by and await the denouement. To
cry out, to advance, would be but to
precipitate the tragedy. Clarke
dropped on one knee and drew a care
ful bead on the advancing man. Bo
Hughes did the same. As for me I
was too fascinated for action.
Suddenly there was a scream of
agonized fear. The man threw up his
hands and disappeared as if the earth
had swallowed him up. Veritably it
had, for when we rushed to the spot
where we had last seen him we found
only the boiling, swirling waters of
"The Devil Well."
"Thank God!" she exclaimed. "I
fear it is wicked to feel so, but it is
better than suicide for me or hanging
for him."
The absence of Lord Snively would
be a difficult thing to explain at the
hotel and none of us relished the idea
of an inquest with its consequent de
lay, to say nothing of the incriminat
ing colors with which suspicious
minds might invest the events of the
nlg&L But manifestly theve was north*
ing to be done but to tell the truth and
so Clarke and I took Lady Snively be
tween U3 and piloted by Hughes we
picked our way carefully back over
the quarter of a mile of treacherous
formation. When we set foot on solid
and safe ground again "Old Faithful"
was just beginning to play. He had
played just as we started out and so,
according to his schedule, maintained
throughout the centuries, we had been
on the formation just 69 minutes. It
nad not seemed more than ten.
When we reached the hotel we
found two very potent agencies at
work in our favor: Clarke's reputa
tion, which had penetrated even into
the Yellowstone, and Bo Hughes,
whose straight story admitted of no
doubt. Without the knowledge of a
single one of our fellow passengers it
was quietly arranged that we should
all proceed in the morning by a spe
cial stage in charge of Hughes to
Mammouth station at the northern
end of the park there to make report
to the cavalry colonel in command.
This plan admitted of a few hours'
sleep.
"And now, Lady Snively," began
Clarke, when we were comfortably
stowed away in the stage th«j next
morning, "perhaps you can tell us
your story and we can advise you as
to the future."
"Please do not call me Lady Snive
ly," answered the brave little woman.
"That name was my undoing and
henceforth I am content to be plain
Alice Hathaway. The story Is brief
and if it would only prove a warning
to all foolish American girls I would
feel that I have not lived it in vain.
My father died when I was 18. He
was one of the organizers of the Uni
ted States Zinc Corporation, but. be
fore his death he had converted all of
his stock into bonds. I was an only
child and I suddenly found myself in
the possession of the bonds which
you have now. That was two years
ago. I was young and foolish and my
ideas of life had been gained from
reading fiction, not the best, I be
lieve. When a real lord in the person
of Lord Snively met me and asked my
hand in marriage I was innocent
enough to believe I was making a
great match.
"We went first to London. The
world and the future looked lovely for
a time, but the dream was soon dis
pelled. Suspicion began to gnaw upon
my happiness when, instead of pro
ceeding at once to his ancestral castle
in Surrey as he had promised, we sud
denly packed in an hour and made a
hurried return to the United States.
On the passage home I found in his
luggage a newspaper clipping that set
me thinking all the harder. It was
the story of some villain in England
who, under various names, was sus
pected of marrying a number of wom
en, securing possession of their
wealth and then murdering them."
"J. Frederick Bannister was it not?"
interrupted Claike. "Do you know,
Sexton, I rather suspected from the
first it was him. He was a sort of
English Johann Hoch and went under
a number of aliases."
"Yes, Bannister was one of the
names used and the description in the
paper fitted him so perfectly that
struggle as I might against the awful
thought I could not get it out of my
mind. He knew of my wealth and
knew the safe deposit company with
which it was kept. I determined to
draw it out secretly and place it else
where. I had secured the papers when,
with the suddenness that marked all
his movements, he told me we were
going to the Yellowstone. I had no
opportunity to place the bonds any
where, so closely did he watch me. I
am now convinced he knew I had
them on my person for our journey
was a constant series of quarrels over
the question of my placing all my for
tune in his hands that he might re
deem from mortgage his ancestral es
tates.
"During one of these quarrels, about
the time we reached Chicago, I
charged him directly with the clipping
I had found in his luggage. His first
look of terror and anger told me the
shaft had struck and then he became
the same inscrutable, oily villain as
before. But I knew the truth and I
knew that upon my wits alone rested
the safety of my fortune and my life.
"When you gentlemen entered the
train I studied you closely. Then I
learned Mr. Clarke's name and it was
at once familiar to me because Mrs.
Richard King, whom I know quite
well, had told me of your wonderful
work and how you had rescued her
and her husband from the wiles of a
worker of black magic. I knew I could
trust you.
"You received the note I slipped
through the crack in the wall, Mr.
Clarke, directing the disposition of my
fortune in case of my death?"
"Yes, I received it all right," an
swered Clarke. "But now I have the
happiness to be able to restore it to
its rightful owner living."
We found the commandant at Mam
mouth a most reasonable man. He
was fully satisfied with our story, ex
acting only the promise, readily given,
I assure you, that we would keep him
advised of our whereabouts in case
powers above him should wish to in
quire more closely into the matter.
The stage company also treated us
with marked consideration in insisting
that we should resume our interrupted
tour as their honored guests. Lady
Snively, or Miss Hathaway, as we now
called her, we saw safely on the train
at Granger bound for the east, her fel
low passengers no doubt little suspect
ing that she carried with her almost a
king's ransom.
"Do you know," remarked Clarke,
after we had resumed our sightseeing,
"women are always unreasonable. If
she really wanted to make away with
herself why did she wander over al
most three-quarters of a mile of forma
tion with certain death on either side
of her to do it with a pistol?"
As the question involved a problem
that dates from Adam's loss of a rib it
necessarily remained unanswered.
We never saw Miss Hathaway again,
but twice each year Clarke and I re
ceive each the interest upon $10,000
worth of bonds of the United States
Zinc Corporation. I suppose the bonds
stand in our names, else why shocid
they send us the interest? But I am
sure neither of us is conscious of hav
ing earned any such reward.
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SYNOPSIS.
The Escapade opena, not in the ro
mance preceding the marriage of Ellen
Slocum, a Puritan miss, and Lord Car
rington of England, but in their life after
Settling in England. The scene is placed,
Just following the revolution, in Carring
ton castle in England. The Carringtons.
after a house party, engaged in a family
tilt, caused by jealousy. Lady Carring
ton agreed to cut cards with Lord Strath
gate, whose attentions to Ellen had be
come a sore point with Carrington. The
loss of $100,000 failed to pertuib her, and
her husband then cut for his wife's O.
U. and his honor, Carrington winning.
Additional attentions of Lord Carrington
E
Lady Cecily and Lord StraVhgate to
ady Carrington compelled the latter
to vow that she would leave the castle.
Preparing to flee, Lady Carrington and
her chum Deborah, an American girl,
met Lord Strathgate at two a m. he
agreeing to see them safely awav. He
attempted to take her to his castle, but
•he left him stunned in the road when
the carriage met with an accident. She
and Debbie then struck out for Ports
mouth, where she intended to sail for
America. Hearing news of Ellen's flight,
Lords Gterrington and Seton set out in
pursuit. Seton rented a fast vessel and
started in pursuit. Strathgate, bleeding
from fall, dashed on to Portsmouth, for
which Carrington, Ellen and Seton were
also headed by different routes. Strath
gate arrived in Portsmouth in advance
of the others, finding that Ellen's ship
had sailed before her. Strathgate and
Carrington each hired a small yacht to
pursue the wrong vessel, upon which
each supposed Ellen had sailed Seton
overtook the fugitives near Portsmouth,
but his craft ran aground, just as capture
was imminent. Ellen won the chase by
boarding American vessel and foiling her
pursuers—Strathgate. Seton and Carring
ton. Carrington and Strathgate, thrown
together by former's wrecking of latter's
vessel, engaged in an impromptu duel,
neither being hurt.
CHAPTER XIV.—Continued.
This was an embarrassing question,
but Sir Charles was saved the neces
sity of answering, for the midshipman
came running to the quarterdeck once
more and saluted.
"Well?" said the officer to the ex
pectant boy.
"Admiral Kephard's compliments
to you, sir, and he begs you will escort
Captain Seton to his cabin ot once."
"You're in luck, captain," returned
the officer, "the admiral is not always
so easy of access. Will you step this
way, sir?"
"After you, sir," said Sir Chailes,
bowing and following the lieutenant
until he was ushered past the marine
oideily on duty and into the ad
miral's cabin.
The idmiral was just completing
bis toilet. His body servant was help
ing him on with his coat, lie had
evidently just had a bath to lefrebh
him after the fatigues of his jou.'nv.
"Oh, Svfcton," he ciied as the other
tame in, "slad to see jou, man Sit
down. John,"—to the servant—
"fetch out a decanter of navy sherry
Whisky, Seton, whisky, although pe~
I'aps jou army men af:«et port."
"I futss we can lo.lcw the navj's
'. ad in something sf"onrcr than pori,"
laughed Sir Charles.
"What brought you here, Sir
Charles?" continued the admiral as he
youred out a liberal glassful for Se
"bn and another for himself. "I left
ou at Carrington. But, no, I remem
ber you rode away before I did, just
after mv lord Have you come on any
trace of fugitives?"
"Admiial," said Sir Charles, grave
ly, "I know where they are."
"And that damned lubberly hound,
Strathgate, is he—"
"He isn't with them. They gave
him the slip."
"You don't say? Good!" laughed the
admiral. "How was that?"
Seton rapidly detailed the circum
stances as he had deduced them.
"Well done, that woman has spirit
enough," continued the old soldier, "to
command a frigate. You will never
convince me that she's taken up with
a man of Strathgate's caliber."
"She went away with him, though,"
said Seton thoughtfully.
"Ay ay, but she knows no more of
the world than a baby. She simply
made use of his proffered assistance
to escape from an intolerable situa
tion. You take me, Seton?"
"I do, admiraj, and I confess I hard
ly blame her. How Carrington could
tolerate Lady Cecily for a moment
beside that splendid woman—"
"To say nothing of that other splen
did woman, Mistress Deborah Slocum,
eh, Seton?"
"I admit, admiral—"
"Even 'Saints' Rest' becomes
heavenly when looked at by the aid
of such a pair of black eyes? And the
lady, boy?"
"I confess, sir," answered Seton,
somewhat abashed by the frank ques
tioning of the old irian, "that I have
some reason to believe, in short—"
"In shoit, my boy, you've been chas
ing her all night, have you?"
"You're right, sir."
"And what now?"
"I told you, admiral, that I knew
where they were."
"Well, where are they? Out with
it, lad. Disclose your information and
come to the point. 411 these side is
sues are unworthy of a soldier,"
laughed the old seaman, well knowing
that for most of them he was respon
sible.
"They're on a merchant ship bound
up the channel and going fast when
I saw them last."
"What?"' cried the admiral. "Give
me the particulars."
Sir Charles rapidly ran over the
scene of the morning.
The old admiral threw back his head
and laughed.
"And she outwitted you all, shook
Strathgate off the track, led you
ashore, watched Carrington an#
Strathgate fight it out under her ver,'
eyes and got clean away?"
"She hasn't got away yet, admiral."
"What mean you?"
"I came here to make a proposition
to you."
"A proposition to me?"
"Yes."
"You have a fast ship at your com
mand, I take it."
"Do you mean the Britannia?" said
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the admiral, mentioning his flagship.
"I do."
"Of course she's fast. The admiral
ty know me. I wouldn't take a slow
ship."
"Is she as fast as that merchant
man, do you think?"
"Why, my boy, there isn't a mer
chant ship on the seas that she could
n't overhaul in anything like a wind."
"Admiral," said Sir Charles in
genuously, "I lay you a wager."
"What is that?"
"A hundred pounds that you can't
overtake that merchant ship."
"What!" roared the admiral. "Me
take out one of his majesty's ships to
chase after a runaway wife and a fool
ish girl?"
"I beg your pardon, admiral, if you
refer to Mistress Deborah Slocum, I
must ask you to moderate your lan
guage," protested Sir Charles, warmly,
his face flushing.
"Go to! go to!" laughed the ad
miral. "I'm old enough to be your
father. But the idea of an admiral
The admiral struck the bell on the
table beside him. Instantly the ma
rine orderly popped in the door.
"My compliments to the officer of
the deck," said the admiral to the
orderly, "and ask him to beg Captain
Beatty to favor me with his presence
in the cabin."
"Yes, sir," returned the orderly, sa
luting.
A moment after—an incredibly short
time it seemed to Seton, who was un
aware of the way in which an ad
miral's requests are obeyed—Captain
Beatty, the officer mentionel, present
ed himself before the admiral.
"You wish to see me, admiral?"
"Yes, Beatty. By the way, let me
present to you Sir Charles Seton of
fhe Sussex light infantry, captain in
his majesty's land forces. Seton, this
is the Honorable Archibald Beatty,
my flag captain. Beatty, will you get
the Britannia under way at once?"
"Yes, sii," returned the captain.
"Are the rest of the fleet to follow
us?"
"No," answered the admiral, "sig
nal to the rest of them to disregard
the movements of the commander-in
chief. Then signal to the Renown foi
Lascelles to take command until we
return."
"Very good, sir," returned the cap
tain. "And what course shall we lay?"
"That which will get us into the
channel quickest, and then as due
east as the wind will let us. I'll be on
deck, however, before you're ready for
that."
"There are several boat parties
ashore, admiral, do you wish me to
wait for them?"
"No, sir, you will weigh at once."
"Very good sir," returned the cap
tain, saluting and turning away.
"And Beatty," the admiral called af
ter him, "a drop of navy sherry with
me before you go."
"Thank you, admiral," said Beatty,
filling his glass.
"I'll give you a toast, Sir Charles,"
said the admiral.
"Yes," returned the soldier.
"A short cruise and the women at
the end of it!"
"I drink to that with all my heart!"
returned Sir Charles.
"And I also," said Captain Beatty,
greatly mystified, "although I don't
understand exactly."
"We're going to chase a Yankee
merchant ship, Beatty, and take a
couple of ladies in whom Sir Charles
is interested off of it."
couple!" cried Beatty.
'T'm only interested in one of them,"
said Sir Charles warmly.
"It's a runaway sweetheart and a
runaway wife, Beatty," continued the
admiral, "Lady Carrington and Mis
tress Deborah Slocum."
"And which one«is Sir Charles inter
ested in?" asked the sailor, smiling.
"In Mistress Slocum, of course,"
laughed the admiral. "Now, captain,"
he continued, assuming his quarter
deck manner, "I want you to get the
'You Are Rioht Sir."
of the white taking a hundred gun
ship-of the-line out to chase a paltry
merchantman for—Impossible, mv boy,
impossible!"
"But," said Sir Charles, "the navy
cannot afford to decline a bet, a wager
with its sister service. I'll lay vou
a thousand pounds, admiral, that you
can't do it."
"My lad," said the admiral gently,
after a moment's reflection, "no wag
ers are needed. I'll do it because I'm
fond of the girl and Carrington, too.
I can overhaul them before nightfall
without doubt and I'll be glad to do it,
although just exactly what warrant I
have for stopping an American ship
on the high seas and taking from her
another man's wife I can haidly say."
"I can help you in that, admiral.
As to warrant, if you'll bring to the
other ship and give me a boat crew,
I'll go aboard the American and do
the rest Mistress Deborah, I am sure,
will come willingly."
"Don't be too sure of that," returned
the admiral, don't count upon a wom
an until she's jour own, and don't
count too much upon her alter that,
as Carrington might say."
"Nevertheless, I think I speak by
the card," said Sii Charles.
"Very well, vou know best. Hav
ing been a bachelor all my life, I
know more about ships than women,
but hark jre, Seton, this one thing.
Don't jou come back to the ship after
I put you aboard that trader, with
only Mi&s Deborah. The two have to
come together, or go together, you
understand?"
"Yes, sir."
ship under way in the quickest pos*
sible time Let's show this land
lubber heie what his mapestj-'s navy
can do when it's in dead earnest.
Imagine there aie a dozen Frenchmen
out there, all boiling for a fight, and
bear a hand!"
"Ay, ay, sir," said Beatty, saluting
and withdrawing from the cabin.
A moment later there came faintly
through the bulkheads the shrill
whistling of the boatswain and his
mates, followed by a deep cry:
"All hands up anchor!"
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CHAPTER XV.
Captain Jeremiah Tuggles Is Insulted.
It was a moment of splendid tri
umph for the heroine of this mad es
capade when she drew under the lee
of the great ship tremendously above
her. Her eyes were as keen as Car
rington's. She had recognized, or di
vined, that the tall figure standing on
the rail of the larger boat staring at
her was her husband. She knew that
in some way they had concluded that
she would try to escape on the mer
chantman and that they were trying
to catch that ship. She was experi
enced enough, also, to know that their
efforts would be futile and their
trouble in vain. There was only one
possible contingency which could pre
vent the accomplishment of her de
sires now, and that would be the re
fusal of the captain of the ship to
stop for her when she ran him down.
Ellen had a well-filled purse and she
hoped to persuade him with that. At
any rate, she kept recklessly on, al
though the little boat came near to
swamping and Deborah, between ter
ror and disappointment, was in a stats
of collapse. Ellen boldly ran down
under the lee of the big ship. By
skillful handling she brought her boat
within hailing distance of the mer
chantman.
A man stepped on the rail to lee
ward and stared hard at her.
"What ship is this?" asked Ellen.
"The Flying Star of Boston."
Ellen's heart sank.
"I thought it was the New Eagle
of Philadelphia," she cried.
"She sailed yesterday."
"Where are you bound?" asked El
len, fighting against the* sinking of
heart caused by this news.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Faults of Friends.
Don't flatter yourselves that friend*
ship authorizes you to say disagree
able things to your intimates. On
the contrary, the nearer you come into
relation with a person, the more neces
sary do tact and courtesy become.
Except in cases of necessity, which
are rare, leave your friend to learn
unpleasant truths from his enemies
they are ready enough to tell them.—
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
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