Author of **The Blade of Picardy™
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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.)
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Of the 700 species of trees In the
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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,
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Plea for Lenity
A neighbor has a little boy about
five or six years old. The other eve-
ning he evidently violated one of the
rules of the home and his mother
was heard to say:
“James, I'm going to
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The boy immediately sought a com-
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“Oh, mother, please don't lick me,
please don’t lick me,” he begged,
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change.
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Clever Boy Scouts
A mechanical man that walks, sits
down, lifts objects, winks his eyes
and smokes cigarettes has been built
by Newton (Mass) Boy Scouts, The
robot was constructed in the cellar
of the home of Robert Kangott, six-
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