Author of **The Blade of Picardy™ Copyright by Baobbs-Merrill Co. {WNU Bervice.) THE STORY At nightfall, in the old elty of New Orleans, in the year 1821, Loren Garde, recently an officer under General Jackson, Is sur- prised by the appearance of three figures, tn ancient Spanish cos- tume, two men and a woman ose beauty enchants him. Re- arrogance of the the two men, Garde duel with him with and wounds him. After- ward he learns his opp ant is Adolfo de Fuentes, colon in the Spanish army in Venezuela, Gar- de flees from gens d'armes, tak. ing refuge In a garden, where he overhears a plot to overthrow Spanish rule in Venezuela, Dis- covered, he fights, but is over- powered, recovering conscious. ness to find himself a prisoner on the Santa Lucrecia, Spanish ship bearing contraband arms nd nt nition for the Vene- gelians ler Folivar. Un board are th Y 8 he had over- hedlird, tha i) his love, rr I De 16 ¢ ing the elder of fights =a swords, CHAPTER Il—Continued a her ws drooped. ul ly that it touches me hands over her heart head, slim Mon here.” and the know, howed she derstand." y done to Fr i the sold and it Ww, ised her gesture She han is il i x fal of hopelessness, “[ have tried to save them I do pot understand Adol- fo: in some things he is hard—hard!" I did not have to ask her what they intended to do with Loren Garde, who, as far as they knew, had cast his lot with the forces of revolution, who had hidden his identity behind the de of insani I knew, have they done with Manuel ?™ questioned, “Ah Manuel: he of the ark face and heavy sh lers. They done nothing; he is free—a th a bray mas quera “What “Alanuel? she ould have good sailor and iewhat stupid.” hed until 1 her eves and ¢ man rh sor her chir » forsaken me” Manuel stupid! had said to the Francisco ag , “if captain “tions our Innocence, and even be comes so suspicious as to confine us, Manuel and the of this ship.” mixed Francisco halves If brains could win, Bolivar it done ce and wer lose, h laugh in the Monsieur is a hlessed ps you to © shadow of the arde, Zire" leave me, gallows, your moon-madness She turned though to away as but came back again, *“I—I want you to Know that [| have tried so har ave I am hel am t even & pawn In you, but ess: | this tragedy » of empire.” favor, You Ma} wiore fou go she raised her fair face aught?" questioningly “If there is Now, while she kept turned to me, [ studied the forehead, the high arch of eyebrow, the deep blue of her eyes, the quiver her face up. smooth 3 ing lips and the tender curve of cheek and chin, “May I tell you that you are beauti. ful, and may [I offer apology for hav- Ing followed you, for having wounded your-your-for having wounded De Fuentes and for that night of matiness and terror in New Orleans? I wonder if you have imagined me CTALY. “It Is not that, Monsieur: I do not understand. 1 think we cannot read America, That you should laugh at the gallows seems strange to me, And that vou should have followed us from New Orleans, Is—Is that the act of a man? “No, Your Majesty, it Is not.” Could I tell her of my mad warship, of that overwhelming love of mine: would that have gained anything for either of us? To have told her would mere. ly have added to her unhappiness, for I had only a short night of life left to me, “1 am going to Adolfo,” she said at fast, “and tell him that the Senor Americano is not responsible, that the Venezuelans, Perez and Santini, held him captive, Adolfo will do much for me” “But not that, Your Majesty for Adolfo does not love me, He has every reason not to love me, for 1 have wounded him.” “1 shall try, at least” I knew she would fail, knew she avould not return, so | tried every con- Nersational subterfuge to detain her, with no suzcess, for she extended a hand to me, smiling. “Adios.” Even ns I held the slim fingers, the sound of a pistol shot came from the deck above us, followed by the roar of a commanding volce, “Captain Alvarez,” she cried: “the volee of Captain Alvarez, What is it, Monsieur?” Another shot, another yell: a shrill medley now, and swift, padding foot- steps, Our guards disappeared in the gloom of the channel, running for the upper deck. The alr was filled with the menace of an approaching storm as well as that of mutiny, “What Is it?” she screamed, holding "” sane to me, “What has happened, Senor, tell me?” I laughed shortly, “The stupid Manuel ig playing the game according to his orders. Unless something is done swiftly and well, this ship will be, very soon, in the hands of those who fight for Simon Bolivar, It is a floating arsenal, and is, therefore, a welcome prize for the revolutionists, We must act quickly.” “But you, Senor, are leo" “Not at in the serv- have never served lolivar; only the all: 1 Francisco, nor Senorita—" “Dulce.” sentence Dulce! How prophetic had been that name, for it was at once f caress and a description, “Will you remain here, then, in safety, while I-77 “No, Senor, no! 1 will go with you, There is Polito and" I knew visualized she did not call hig name, So, hand in hand we sped along the channel, 1 led her ladder and half lifted her up through the quarter. deck hatch, from which position of vantage we were able to overlook the upper deck It seemed at first serted, but the report of a pistol came said she, completing my Adolfo, but she freight-clutterad to the companion da. from the starboard rail abaft the main. mast, a shrill scream followed it, and i toward a braced 1, bent over lunging slim a tall figure, boy whose body was against the bulwi breaths killed a Now fore-deck them, a man other figures raced from the the forecastle: one of heavy unwieldy figure with one bound arm, lifted a left hand and fired into the face of a sallor whose groping fingers, clutching wildly, found the throat of his adversary, and the two went down in a scrambling heap. “Adolfo” the woman at my and cried “Perhaps,” Said I, “My Moon-Mad-. ness Has Never Quite Forsaken Me.” Oh, the terror of this hour [™ “And the jor.” 1 breathed, my soul atingle with the hope of freedom Aguin, “My brother,” she go to my brother!™ Well as long as she didn't want to go to Adolfo, The elements now had begun to add their fury to the storm of human hatred that already possessed the ship, I had seen these tropical storms bee fore, and I knew that the greatest danger to the Santa Lucrecia lay not in the contending human forces on her deck but in the power of the approach- ing tempest, I made my way in the rising tumult of the storm to the wheelhouse, which, as I had suspected, was empty, My puny efforts to bring the craft around were poor enough; yet 1 knew that, riding before the rushing wind, the plunging ship was due for certain dis aster, Gasping, I clung tenaciously to the straining wheel, The Santa Lucrecia, pitching prodigiously, dived into the body of a mountain of blue-green sea, and the mizzenmast came down with a note of rent timbers that lifted above the din of the storm. [It fell aft, crushing the wheelhouse, but 1 had gasped, “I must x —————— —— dived out of the path of its fan ang, buffeted by the waters, had come up short against the low will of the after- deck, Clinging desperately to a stanchion, I wondered if there was another soul alive on board the ship, which was now only a plaything of the storm, Faintly came the sound of another rending crash, and I imagined that the foremast had gone, for the laboring vessel, after heeling perilously, whipped back to an even keel again, While I erouched in the protection of the after-deck, the spirit of youth took botd of me, spoke to me—and the spirit of love also, She had come to see me, had glorified my prison, had let me feast my eyes upon the beauty of her face, Spurred by a sudden resolve to find her, to save her, or to sink to the depths with her In my arms, I left my place of refuge and made my way by eccentric stages forward, [I stum- bled over a battened companion and rode the crest of a tumbling wave half the length of the deck. My outspread arms came in contact with a rail stan. chion, and I held to it as the passed on In the piled-up masses of foam that wave of a dress, my fingers found a arm, and I heard a shrill scream that roar of the tempest Dulce! In the semi. me A light of happiness took the place of the ter. ror that | rose above the The darkness Senorita she recognized eves the frall had filled her “Senor,” she cried, unconquered in the been searching I placed one arm around her, hold. ing her close Are you afraid?’ "Na" aha I should have own to the last her all my instant of my life, though It The mainmast, fell stopped suddenly, as had met an invisible wall, lifted skyward, and the clean at the partners, forward, tearing a great gap rail, with a sickening lurch and the how. sprit pointed toward the boiling While Santa lucrecia, ing submerged reef that caught her amidships the upon a tectered like a 1 ceased as come, and the win bough It sti ’ chion and feet and, stag in i Fr 33 af the Renap ita Dulce vent forward slowly along the plunging four men who the davits of a deck toward were working at boat, A tall gure of resembled Francisco, so 1 rd the larboard another group howed In fading twilight the bent rail starboard four I'olito’s anxious smi! thing, for one si f his face was smeared with blood fe took his sis ter in his and turned to her in the As he did so swung I tried to 1 he hedd ane tilting nrms boat upon me wit and failed grazed my and Frese t irom inaer the blow 1 Ton goige 4 barrel of th he weapon the slipped ling. I reached futilely rolled, went space in the rail that had and seemed to my half. foot, ~~ things t« § through a ide the 1 I 4 what descent, foremast made, iling dazed senses In The plunge into the raging sea re vived instantly I have always me in the water, so the dan Wind me been at ho ger of drowning and the wi ward as was remote, the short tropical faded a mtarless gloom. ing spar touched me and, it for support, 1 waited, In the murk a darkness passed me, ne si lently, like a lifeless derelict riding before a storm. It passed on, and | twilight A float. holding te into passed prey to doubts, ments and to bitter disappoint vague fears, of the lashing sea upon the land. It waves that rode along a sloping beach : it was more like the rush of a mighty wind through the forest, hereat | wondered even more until a glant wave, receding, left me stranded in a tree, 1 held on while other waves rushed past and over me, held until the storm had spent its fury, until the water had subsided, (TO DBE CONTINUED.) The Loudon insurance organization known as Lloyd's was formed In Lon- don in the Seventeenth century. It was not incorporated until 1871, when that waa done by act of parliament, It takes its name from that of Edward Lloyd, who kept a coffee house in Tower street, London. 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Few Trees Put to Use Of the 700 species of trees In the United States and Canada, only about 10 per cent are put to important eco nomic use at present, A SARA Refrigerator Prospects Prosperous Eskimos, we read, are clamoring for white men's luxuries, There's your field, refrigerator sales men. ~Arkansas Gazette, Summing It Up One of life's greatest blessings 1s to be born with a will for work, SR that huge th the need of a sun ie or parasol, well may Dame Fashion bid every woman to “be yourself” when It her comes to the hat or hats of cholee, Recently, has been a very definite turn | he tide of finery affairs in tha however, there summer, wid brims has a flourish, not about them » exception) ; at pictured ery transparent ef are so outstanding In i mediate wry mxles of the Im mom CURLICUE COIFFURE AGAIN IS POPULAR The of the late tions, is much in ged coilfure 190531 ved, curlic with stiffly wi iineties, addi- Pari 2 thelr hair that cling iosely to the head. ar g£ An open tips of being fin he nape of evidence In today Women are wearis in marcels lines of the H the row and lust the ears, the hol ung $ ished In rolis the neck. A thousand new style devices have heen ns nids to simplifying sn otherwise fairly complicated head gear. Elaborate new hairpins and combs, intended to be | and sleeping and morning caps, meant to hold the halr In place in off-hours, are launched, invisible, The fashions are new diamond hair clips, outgrowths of the small jeweled that on their frocks, In place of brooches, The new clips are long and oarrow and sre equipped with lititle slides most the slides In sets of four, two at either side of the temples, Kind to Larger Women Fashion this summer is very kind to the woman who takes a size 40. She can wenr the smartest fashions of the season, adapted to her particular proportions, The jacket mode Is n welcome one. Larger women hesitate to wear sleeve less dresses in public places. The jacket costume enables them fo wear short sleeves or no sleeves at home and still have the more becoming long or three-quarter sleeves when they go out. For large women the Jacket looks best when it matches the skirt or con trasts in a way that Is not striking. They will not be templed by white jackets with dark skirts, although if they are not too large in the hips to stand the cut-off effect they can wear dark Jackets with light frocks. Boucle Is flattering because it fits splendidly without either being bulky or clinging too mach, Shantung Is a summer sports fabric wnich also tal lors wonderfully for the larger figure. Hats for the woman who requires a large head size, if properly propor tioned, may be an excellent comple. ment to the summer costume, Pana. mas, rough straws and bakus are made with the simplest of linea. but styled correctly to play thelr part in the summer wardrobe. “ br d loose-woven yt by in ev. ghtfully ibbon » to her cos \ n Smart Evening Wear A a FOR oR a= Midsummer fashion displays leave nu doubt in the mind as to the style prestige accorded cotton fabrics of ev. ery type. Paris designers are espe clally enthusiastic in cegard to he very new and attractive cotton mesh weaves. The charming evening gown pictured, which Is made of white cot ton mesh, bears testimony to the grace and admirable draping qualities of this material. The sophisticated simplicity of this gown is a feature of the present evening mode, Cowl Neckline 1s Still Very Much in the Mode Despite several seasons of populares ity, the cow! geckline persists, and now that it has become so gengrally established dn favor It is likely to re main 80 at least as long as any of your summer dresses, It is becoming to almost every one nnd may be ar ranged in 4 fairly deep V If you like, or in a wider, more oval outline, It is sometimes arranged with a “mod esty nige~" of lace or lingerie, Double Your Pep Way co on feeling “all in" —worn out and “run-down” —when you ought to be as heartyandashappy asa youngster! 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