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CHAPTER i?-Warrington, an American
: adventurer, arul Junes, Ids servant, with
k caged parrot, the trio known up and
down the Irrawaddy us Parrot & Co..
travel along the road to the lauding.
I bound for Itungoon to cash a draft for
jj 1800,000 rupees.
1 CHAPTER II?Elsa Chotwood. rich
r\ American girl tourist, sees Warrington
| ) come aboard the boat at the lunding and,
]J amazed at his likene ss to her (lance,
r Arthur Ellison, asks the purser to lntror
-duce her. Conservative English passeng
ers arc shocked at her breach of the eonJ
yttnHowuUtl.KO
r i
? CHAPTER TIT ? The purser tolls Elsa
^ that Warrington, the outcast adventurer,
has beaten a syndicate and sold his oil
m claims for C20,000, Warrington puts
I Rajah, the parrot, through his tricks for
I Elsa and warns her against acquaintance
I unknown adventurers?himself, In
E CHAPTER TV?Warrington and Elsa
I pass two golden days together on the
1 river. Martha, Elsu's companion, warns
g her tliut there Is gossip.
m CHAPTER V?Tn Rangoon Warrington
y^banks his draft, pays old debts, and while
P settling with James in his old lodgings
It, overhears and Interferes In a row over
ft, cards In ttie next room.
fl! CHAPTER VI?Warrlnsrton finds that
iio row In the next room is caused by an
nomy, Newell Craig, and threatens to
hoot him unless he loaves town. Elsa
oes for a walk with Martha. Is annoyed
y Craig and stabs him with a hatpin.
Harrington bids Elsa good-by. Sin* does
ot tell him that she is to snll on tho
ame ship for Singapore.
CHAPTER VII?Martha writes to Arhur
Ellison of the rapidly growing
riendship between Elsa and the outcast
.tnorlean adventurer. Warrington dlsovors
Elsa on the Singapore steamer and
pallzes his hopeless love and his duty 'o
roteet her against himself. Elsa tells
im of her engagement.
CHAPTER VTTI ? Warrington avoids
dsa. who thinks he may be ill and makes
nqulrles. regardless of the mlslntorpretalon
of her roneei a. Craig is aboard, is
rarned hv Warrington, and calls him
hull, so letting him know that his chlvlry
and loyalty of ten years before have
one for nothing.
CHAPTER TX?Warrington ceases to
void Elsa. Craig stirs up evil gossip.
P lsa tells Warrington of the hatpin incilent
and he hunts up Craig, on murder
ient, only to tlnd him stretched out drunk
CHAPTER X.
The Cut Direct.
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en the deckhands tried to get Craig
go down to liia room. With tho
,1 obstinacy of a drunken man, ho
used to stir; he was perfectly sated
to stay where he was. Tb Miree
>\vn men stood irresolutely .id helpsly
around the man. Everyone had
ic below. The hose was ready to
ah the deck. It did not matter; he,
lig, would not budge.
'Leave mo alone, you black negro!"
'Hut, sahib," began one of the Las-s,
who spoke English.
'Don't talk to me. I tell you, get
t!" striking at their feet with his
ollen hands.
Warrington, who had not lain down
all, but who had wandered about
3 free decks like some lost soul from
3 Flying Dutchman, Warrington,
arlng voices, came out of the smoke3m.
A glance was sufficient A
vil's humor took possession of him.
> walked over.
'Get up," he said quietly.
Craig blinked up at him from out of
ffed eyes. "Go to the devil! Fine
ecimen to order me about."
"Will you get up peacefully? These
3n have work to do."
Craig was blind to his danger,
/hat's that to me? Go away, all of
u, to the devil, for all I care. I'll
t up when I get damn good and
ndy. Not before."
Warrington picked up the hose.
"Sahib!" cried the Lascar in proit.
"Be still!" ordered Warrington,
iraig, for the last time, will you get
Warrington turned the key, and a
luge of cold water struck Craig
II in the chest. He tried to sit up,
it was knoeked flat. Then he rolled
er on the deck, choking and sputrlng.
He crawled on his hands and
ises until he reached the chair-rail,
btch he clutched desperately, drawg
himself up. The pitiless stream
iver swerved. It smacked against
e list of his hack like the Impact of
"For God's sake ston fit* erfad
Ilralg, half strangled.
"Will you go below T"
"Y?8, yes! Tarn tt away!" sober
sough by new.
|; Warrington switched off the key,
Is face humorless, though there was
l sparkle of grim humor In his sleepungry
eyes. Craig leaned against the
eckhouse, shaking and panting.
I "I would I could get at your soul as
Lstly" Warrington threw aside the
lose, and the Lascars sprang upon It,
ot knowing what the big blond sahib
Light do next
Craig turned. Tenon on hts tongue*
' io spoke a phrase. In an Instant, cold j
?vlth fury, Warrington bad him by
the throat.
"You low base cur!" ho said, shak'ng
the tnon until he resembled a manikin
on wires. "Karl you been sober
last night, I'd have thrown you into
tho sea Honor let 8 dog! You wrote
to Mirs Chot'vood. You instil? ed her,
too. If you wish to d.e, speak to her j
again "
Craig struggled fiercely to free him- I
self. He wasn't sure, by the look ot ,
the other man's eyes, that o wasn't
"olng to bo killed then and tnere.
There was something cave-mannish
and cruel in tho way Warrington worried
the man, shaking him from side
to side and forcing him along the deck.
Suddenly ho released his hold, adding
a buffot on the side of the head that
sent Craig reeling and sobbing into
tho companlonway.
"Hero, 1 say, what's tho row?"
Warrington looked over his shoulder.
The call had come from the first
officer.
"A case of drunkenness," coolly.
"Hut 1 say, we can't have brawling
on deck, sir. You ought to know that.
Jlfeil d
"You Low, Base Curl"
| If tho man's conduct was out of order,
| you should have brought your complaint
before (he captain or me. We
really can't ha-ve any rowing, sir."
Warrington replied gravely: "Expediency
was quite necessary."
"What's this," The otllcer espied
tho soaked bedding. "Who turned the
hose here?"
"I did," answered Warrington.
"I shall have to report that to the
captain, sir. It's against the rules
aboard this steamship for passengers
to touch anything of that sort." The
officer turned and began violently to
abuse the bewildered Lascars.
Warrington entered the companionway;
and a moment later he heard the
water hiss along the deck. He wait
not in tho least sorry for what he had
done; still, he regretted the act. Craig
was a beast, and there was no knowI
ing what he might do or say. Still
dressed, he flung himself in his bunk,
and immediately fell into a heavy
dreamless sleep that endured until
, luncheon.
| Shortly after luncheon he was sum;
moned to the captain's cabin. Warrington
presented himself, mildly curious.
The captain no'dded to a stool.
"Sit down, Mr. Warrington. Will you
have a cheroot?"
"Yes, thanks."
A crackle of matches followed.
"This fellow Craig has complained
about his treatment by you this morning.
1 fancy you were rather rough
with him."
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I ?. ci uu)io> nu was vury urunK BHQ
1 abusive, and ho needed cold water
more than anything else. I once knew
the man."
"Ah! But it never pays to manhandle
that particular brand of tippler.
They always retaliate in some way."
"I suppose he has given you an excerpt
from my history?"
"He says you cannot return to the
States."
"I am returning on the very first
boats I can find."
"Then he was lying?"'
"Not entirely. I do not know what
he has told you, and I really do not
care. The fact Is, Craig la a professional
gambler, and 1 warned him not
to try any of his trickn on board. It
soured him."
"And knowing mysel/ that he was a
professional, I gave no weight to his
accusations. Besides, it Is none of my
business. The worst scoundrel un
nung Mas certain rights on my ship,
if he behaves himself, thai in sufficient
for me. Now, what Craig told me
doesn't matter; but It matters that 1
warned htm. A word to anyone else,
and I'll drop htm at Penang tomorrow,
to get out the best way he can. Ships
passing there this time of year are
generally full-up. Will you bare a
pegr
"N6, thanks. But I wish to say that
it Is rery decent of you." Warring*
ton rose;
"1 hare traveled too long not to
recognise a man when I see him.
Drop la any night after ten, if you
care to."
"I shall be glad to accept your hospitality."
Outside, Warrington sought Slsa,
and as they promenaded, lightly recounted
the episode of the morning.
Klsa expressed her delight in laugh- |
ter that was less hearty than malicious.
How dearly she could see the
plcturet And then, the ever-recurring
comparisons: Arthur would have gone
by. Arthur would not have bothered
himself, for he detested scenes and
fisticuffs. How few r?al men sh?
mot. men who walked through Hfs
naturally, unfettered by those self-apI?lictl
manacles cubed "What will people
say?"
"Let us go up to the bow," she invited.
"1 myself have n little story to
toll."
A school of porpoise were frolicking
under the cutwater. Plop! plop!
they went. Finally all save one sank
gracefully out of sight. Tho laggard
crisscrossed the cutwater a dozen
times, just to show the watchers how
extremely clever he was; and then,
with a plop! that was louder than any
previous one, ho vanished into the
deeps.
"I love these oriental seas," said
Eilsa, v:lth he.* anna on the rail and
her chin resting upon them. She
wore no hat, and her hair4 shimmered
in tho sun and shivered in the wind.
"And yet they are the most treacherous
of all seas. There's not a cloud in
sight; In two hours from now we may
bo in the heart of a winter storm."
"I am grateful for that Mercy!
Think of being shipwrecked on a desert
island with the colonel and his
threo spinsters! Proprieties, from
morning until night. And the chattering
tourists! Heaven forbid!"
"You had a story to tell ine," he suggested.
His heart \va3 hot within him.
lie wanted to sweep her up in his
arms and hold her there forever. Hut
the barrier of wasted opportunities
stood between.
"Oil, yes; 1 had almost forgotten."
She stood up and felt for wandering
strands of hair. "I find the world
more amusing day by day. I ought to
feel hurt, but I am only amused. I
spoke to the colonel this morning,
merely to say howdy-do. He stared
me in the eye and de-lib-erately turned
his back to me."
"The doddering old?"
"There, there! It isn't worth getting !
angry about."
"Hut, don't you understand? It's
all because of me. Simply because you
have been kind to a poor devil, they
start in to snub you, you! I'll go back
to my old seat at the table. You
mustn't walk with me any more."
111-, T C 4.. 1 ^
ijwit t uu iswy. 11 yuu i-eiuni iu
your chair, if you no longer walk with
me, they'll find a thousand things to
tajlc about. Since 1 do not care, why
should you?"
"Can't I make it clear to you?" desperately.
"1 see with reasonable eyes, if that
is what you mean. The people I know,
mine own people, understand Elsa .
Chetwood."
So her name was Elsa? He repeated
it over and over in his mind.
She continued her exposition.
"There are but few, gently born.
They are generous and broadminded.
They could not be mine own people
otherwise. They are all I care about.
I shun mediocrity as I would the
plague. 1 refuse to permit it to touch
me, cither with words or with deeds.
The good opinion of those I love is
dear to me; as for the rest of the (
world!" She snapped her fingers t.o ,
illustrate how little she cared.
"I am a man under a cloud, to be
avoided."
"Perhaps that cloud has a silver j
lining," with a gentle smile. "I do not
believe you did anything wrong, pre- j
meditatedly. All of us, one time or
another, surrender to wild impulse.
Perhaps in the future there awaits for
me such a moment. I cannot recollect
the name of Warrington in a cause !
celebre," thoughtfully.
He could only gaze at her dumbly.
"My name is not W arrington," finding (
his voice. Cod in heaven, what would !
happen when she found out what his
name was? "Put my first name is
Paul."
"Paul. I have had my suspicions
that your name was not Warrington.
But tell me nothing more. What good
would it do? I did not read that man's
letter. I merely noted your name and
his. You doubtless knew him somewhere
in the past."
"Might there not bo danger in your
kindness to me?"
"In what way?"
- a man under a cloud is often reckless
and desperate. There is always
an invisible demon calling out to him:
What's the use of being good? You
are the first woman of your station
who has treated me as a human being;
1 do not say as an equal. It's a
heady wine for an abstemious man.
Don't you realize that you are a beautiful
woman?"
She looked up Into his eyes quickly,
but she saw nothing there Indicating
flattery, only a somber gravity.
"I should be silly to deny It. 1
know that had I been a frump, the
colonel would not have snubbed me. I
wonder why It is that la life beauty
!a a woman is always looked upon
with suspicion?*'
"Envy provokes that."
She resumed her Inclination against
the tall again. "After Singapore It ts
probable that we shall not meet again,
I admit, In my world, I could not walk
upon this free and easy ground. 1
should hare to ask about your antecedents,
what you hare done,' all about
you, in fact Then, we should sit tn
judgment**
"And condemn me, off-hand. That
would be perfectly right**
"But I might be one of the dissentleg
Judges.**
"That Is because you are one woman
In. a thousand."
"Nd; I simply bare a mind of my
own, and often prefer to be guided by
i it I am not a sheep."
! Silence. The lap-lap of the watei^
the long slow rise and fall, and the
dartllng flylng-llsh apparently claimed
their attention.
But Warrington saw nothing tare
the danger, the danger to himself and
to her. At any moment he might ting
his arms around her. without his having
the power to resist. She vailed to
him as nothing ir the world had called
be/ore. But she trusted him. and o<>.
cause of this he resolutely throttled
the recurring desires. She was right.
He had scorned what she hud termed
as woman's intinct. She had read him
with a degree of accuracy, in the
eyes of God he was a good man, a dependable
man; but he was not impos- ;
sibly good. He was human enough to
want her, human enough to appreciate !
the danger in which she stood of him. I
"Tell me about the man who looks
like me." His gaze roved out to sea,
to the white islands of vapor low-lying
in the east. "In what respect does he
resemble me?"
"His hair is yellow, his eyes are
blue, and he smiles the same way you
do."
He felt the lump rise and swell In
his throat.
"If you stood before a mirror you
would see him. Hut there the re
semblance ends."
"Is he a man who does things?" a
note of strained curiosity in his tones.
Ten years!
"hi what way do you mean?"
"Does he work in the world, does ho
invent, build, finance?"
Mayhap her eyes deceived her, but
the tan on his face seemed less brown
than yellow.
"No; Mr. Ellison is a collector of
paintings, of rugs, of rare books and
china. He's a bit detached, as dreamers
usually are. He has written a
book of exquisite verses. . . . You
are smiling," she broke off suddenly, I
her eyes tilling with cold lights.
"A thousand pardons! The thought
was going through my head how unlike
we are indeed. I can hardly tell
one master from another, all old books
look alike to me, and the same with
china. I know something about rugs;
but I couldn't write a jingle if it was
to save me from hanging."
"Do you invent, build, finance?" A
bit of a gulf had opened up between
them. Elsa might not be prepared to
marry Arthur, but she certainly would
not tolerate a covert sneer in recard
to his accomplishments.
Quietly and with dignity he answered:
"1 have built bridges in my
time over which trains are passing at
this moment. I have fought torrents,
and floods, and hurricanes, and myself.
I have done a man's work. 1 had a future,
they said. But here I am, a subject
of your pity."
She instantly relented. "But you
are young. You can begin again."
"Not in the sense you mean."
"And yet, you tell me you are going
back home."
"Like a thief in the night," bitterly.
CHAPTER XI.
The Blue Feather.
Elsa toyed with her emeralds, apparently
searching for some flaw. Like
a thief in the night was a phrase that
rang unpleasantly in her ears. Her
remarkable interest in the man was
neither to be denied nor ignored. To
receive the cut direct from a man
whose pomposity and mental density
had excited her wit and amusement,
surprised her even if it did not hurt.
It had rudely awakened her to the fact
that her independence might be leading
her into a laybrintli.
Something new had been born in
her. All her life she had gone about
calmly and aloofly, her head in the
clouds, her feet on mountain tops. She
had never done anything to arouse
discussion in other women. Perhaps
such a situation had never confronted
her until lately. She had always looked
"U Ms a Man Who Doea ThingsT"
forth upon Tlfe through the lenses of
mild cynicism. So long as she was
rich she might, with lippuntty, be as
indiscreet aa she pleased. Her money
would plead forgiveness and tolera*
tlon. . Blsa shrugged. But
shrugs do not dismiss problems. She
could have laughed. To have come all
this way to solve a riddle, only to find
a second more confusing than the
first!
Like a thief In the night. . She did
not care to know what he had done,
not half so mnch as to learn what he
had been. Peculations of some order;
of this she was reasonably sure. So
why seek for details, when these might
be sordid?
Singapore would see the end, and
she would become her normal self
again.
She clasped the necklace around her
lovely throat She was dressing fov
dinner. really dressing. An tmpisi
mood tilled her with the irrepressible
desire to shine in all her splendor to
night. Covertly she would watch tilteyes
el' mediocrity widen. Hitherto
they had seen her in the simple white
of travel Tonight they should behold
the woman who had been notable
among the beauties in Paris, Vienna,
Koine, London; who had not married a
duke simply because his title could
not have added to the security of her
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position, socially or hnnnciaiiy.
Into ilie little mirror above the wash
stand she peered, with smiling and approving
eyes. Never had she looked
better. There was unusual color in
her cheeks and the clarity of her eyes
spoke illumlnatingly of superb health.
The tan on her face was not made
noticeable in contrast by her shoulders
and arms, old ivory In tint and as
smooth and glossy as ancient Carrara.
"You lovely creature!" murmured
Martha, touching an arm with her lips.
"You are foolish to dress like this."
She finished the hooking of Elsa's
waist.
"And why?"
"In the first place there's nobody
worth the trouble; and nobody but a
duchess or a . . Martha paused
embarrassedly.
"Or a what? An improper person?"
Elsa laughed. "My dear Martha, your
comparisons are faulty. 1 know but
two duchesses in tills wide world who
are not dowdies, and one of them is an
American. An improper person is generally
the most proper, outside her peculiar
environments. Can't you suggest
something else?"
Martha searched but found 110 suitable
reply. She believed that she saw
more clearly into the future than Elsa.
Somonnfi wmilfl tnllr imH 111 flint
I strange inscrutable fashion scandal
has of reaching tlie ends of the earth,
the story would eventually arrive
home; and there, for all the professions
of friendship, it would tlnd admittance.
No door is latched when scandal
knocks. Martha readily appreciated
that it was all harmless, to be expressed
by a single word, whim. But
Martha herself never acted upon impulse;
she tirst questioned what the
world would say. So run the sheep.
For years Martha had discharged her
duties, if mechanically yet with a
sense of pleasure and serenity. At
tins moment she was as one pushed
unexpectedly to the brink of a precipice,
over which the slightest misstep
would topple her. The world was out
of joint.
"I wish we had gone to Italy," she
remarked finally.
"It would not have served my purpose
in the least. I should have been
dancing and playing bridge and going
to operas. I should have had 110 time
for thinking."
"Thinking!" Martha elevated her
brows with an uir that implied that
she greatly doubted this statement.
"Yes, thinking. It is not necessary
that 1 should mope and shut myself up
in a cell, Martha, in order to think. 1
have finally come to the end of my
doubts, if that will gratfy you. From
now on you may rely upon one thing,
to a certainty."
Martha hesitated to put the question.
"1 am not going to marry Arthur,
llo is charming, graceful, accomplished;
but 1 want a man. I should
not be happy with him. I can twist
him too easily around my finger. I admit
that he exercises over me a certain
indefinable fascination; but when
lie is out of sight it amounts to the
sum of all this doddering and doubting.
It is probable that 1 shall make
an admirable old maid. Wisdom has
its disadvantages. 1 might be very
Itnnnv with Artliur wnm I
'"iMV " ?v?? .ivivni**, ?? u l IIUI i)U
wise." She smiled again at the reflection
in the mirror. "Now, let us go
and astonish the natives."
There was a mild flutter of eyelids
as she sat down beside Warrington
and began to chatter to him in Italian.
Ho made a brave show of following
her, but became hopelessly lost after
a few minutes. Elsa spoke fluently;
twelve years had elapsed since his last
visit to Italy. He admitted his confusion,
and thereafter it was only occasionally
that she brought the tongue
into the conversation. This diversion,
which she employed mainly to annoy
her neighbors, was, in truth, the very
worst thing she could have done.
They no longer conjectured; they assumed.
Warrington was too strongly dazzled
by her beauty tonight to be mentally
keen or to be observing as was
his habit. He never spoke to his
neighbor; he had eyes for none but
Elsa, under whose spell he knew that
he would remain while he lived. He
was nothing to her; he readily understood.
She was restless and lonely,
and he amused her. So b? It He believed
that there could not be an unhappfer,
more unfortunate man than
himself. To have been betrayed by
the one he had loved, second to but
one, and to have this knowledge thrust
upon him after all these years, was
evil enough; but the nadir of his misfortunes
had been reached by the appearance
of this unreadable young
woman.
"You are not listening to a word I
am say In*!"
"1 beg your pardon! But I warned
you that my Italian was rusty." He
polled himself together.
"But I have been rattling away in
English!"
"And I have been woolgathering.*
"Not at atl complimentary to me."
"It is because 1 am very unhappyi
it is because Tantalus and I are broth*
era."
"I wish I could make you forget*
"On the contrary, the sight of you
makes memory all the keener."
He had never spoken like that be*
fore. It rather subdued her, made bar
regret that she hail cui render?d to %
vanity that was without aim or dlreotlon.
Farthest from her thought was
conquest of the man. She did not wish
to hurt him. She was not a coquette.
After dinner he did not suggest the
usual promenade. Instead, he excused
himself and went bolo v.
They arrived at l\a : early -Monday
morning. Klsn doc8,1 ! th-vt Warrington
v' culd take iter : ::d :li rtha on
a personally conde. i d t v: of the
pretty town. As they !- for shore he
produced a small kenutiblue feather;
he gave it to ICIsa \uilv ;ne compliments
of Knjah; an 1 she s.i.cU it in
the pugree of her holvoM
"This is not from the dove of peace."
"Its aivhcnemy, rather." ho laughed.
"1 wish 1 had the ability to get as
furious as that bird. It mir.ht do
a world of good."
"And how long is it since you wcro
here?"
"Four years," he answered without
enthusiasm. He would not have come
ashore at all but for the fact that Elsa
had ordered the expedition.
There was no inclination to explore
the shops; so they hired a landau and
mm
' j ;
Then His Boring Gaze Travelet^l.
Over Her. ;
rode about town, climbed up to th3quaint
temple in the hills, and made aj
i tour of the botanical gardens. g
"Isn't it delicious!" murmured Elsa,l
taking in deep breaths of the warm]
spice-laden air. Since her visit to thej
wonderful gardens at Kandy in Cey-7
Ion she had found a new interest in?
plants and trees. {
She thoroughly enjoyed tho fewi
h /M . > .1 1 n ?M! * 1? - ? ? -*
iivmi o un inuvi, utt'll UJ Lilt1 pOWWOW
Warrington had with the unscrupulous
driver, who, at the journey's end, substituted
one price for another, despite
his original bargain.
As they waited for the tender that
was to convey them back to the ship,
Elsa observed a powerful middle-aged
man, gray-haired, hawk-faced, steeleyed,
watching her companion intently.
Then his boring gaze traveled over
her, from her canvas shoes to her helmet.
There was something so baldly
appraising in the look that a Hush of
anger surged into her cheeks. The
man turned and said something to his
companion, who shrugged and smiled.
Impatiently Elsa tugged at Warrington's
sleeve.
"Who is that man over the by the
railing?" she asked in a very h... voice.
"He looks as if he knew you."
"Knew me?" Warrington echoed.
The moment he had been dreading had
come. Someone who knew him! He
turned his head slowly, and Elsa, who
had not dropped her hand, could feel
the muscles of his arm stiffen under
the sleeve. He held the stranger's eye
defiantly for a space. The latter
laughed insolently if silently. It was
more for Elsa's sake than for his own
that Warrington allowed the other to
stare him down. The flame passed,
leaving him as cold as ashes. "1 sh&U
tell you who ho is later; not here."
For the second time since that night
on the Irrawaddy, Elsa recorded a disagreeable
sensation. It proved to b%
transitory, but at the time it served to
establish a stronger doubt in regard to
her independence, so Justifiable In her
own eyes. It might be insidiously leading
her too far away from the step*
ping-off place. The unspoken words ha
those hateful eyes! The man knew
Warrington, knew him perhaps as *>
malefactor, and judged his associates
accordingly. She thus readily saw tho
place she occupied In the man's estimation.
She experienced a shiver of
dread as she observed that he steppe#
on board the tender. She even hear#
him call back to his friend to expect
him In from Singapore during the second
week In March. Bat the drea#
went away, and pride and anger grew
instead. All the way back to the ehfe
she held her chin In the air, and froKt
time to time her nostrils dilated. Thafc
look! If she had been nearer she ms
certain that she won 14 hare strnefc
him across the face.
"There will be no one up in tie
bow." said Warrington. "Will yon f*
np there with me?"
After a moment's hesitation, lit
nodded. A moment after she felt tit
old familiar throb nnder her feet, an*
the ship moved slowly on! of the bay,
"Do you know that that man cam*
aboard ?"
"Vtutinned next week)
The ralne of all the gold produce*
in the United States from 1792 to
January 1, 1914, is estimated by the
United States Geological Survey at
$3,549,799/100; the value of the silver
at $1,709,517,600.
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