The
Escapade
By Cyrus Towi.send Brady.
WI think it will have to be ns your
admiral says, Ird Carrlnston," aid
the king. "You cannot see her for the
present."
My lord was too proud to he;;, yet
thre was something else he could do.
"There is something else. .May I
ask your majesty?"
"What is it?" said the king kindly.
"Ask what you like."
"Will your majesty Can a mfssaje
be carried to her from me?"
"I think there's no harm in that, eh.
Kephard?"
"No, your majesty."
"What is the mesasge?"
"Wilr your majesty tell Lady Car
rin:?ton how I have misjudged her and
how bitterly have repented my fol
lies, and how proud and happy I am
that she is not as Lady Cecily and tho
others?"
"I think I may. say that she will get
the message in due time," sakl tho
king.
"And if I mi;;ht further trespass on
your majesty's good nature, I will a.-k
to have this letter sent to her."
As he spoke my lord pulled a paper
from out his breast pocket.
"What is that?" said the king.
" 'Tis a letter I wrote on the eve of
my engagement with Lord Strathgate.
It may he conceived of as conveying
the true sentiments of my heart."
"Hark ye, Carrington." said the
king, "I will not have Lady Carring
ton. to whom I have taken a great
fancy, further vexed by letters or mes
sages." "Your majesty," answered Carring
ton, "you may read the letter yourself.
Tis such a letter as would convey joy
to any woman's heart, provided she
loved her husband and could forgive
him his folly."
"Well, as to what may be the state
of Lady Carrington's feelings toward
you. that will have to be developed
later. Meanwhile" the king hauled
from his pocket two papers "Admiral
Kephard. here is an order which will
obviate the necessity of a court-martial.
As commander-in-chief of the
fleet I interpose. I am informed that
the frigate Bellona is ready for three
years' tour of duty in the East Indies."
"You're right, sir," answered Kep
hard. "Here is an order from the admiral
ty appointing "Lord Carrington first
lieutenant of that ship."
"Ay, ay, sir," answered Kephard.
taking the order and scanning it rap
idly. "Lord Carrington." said the king
gravely, "1 have estopped the court
martial. Your offense has been a seri
ous one, however, and it cannot go un
punished. Because of it I order you
to the Bellona. You will spend three
years In the East Indies. Perhaps bj
that time you will come back a hap
pier and a wiser man."
"A wiser, your majesty, but there
can be no happiness for me."
"And why?" ,
"Because I am parted from Lady
Carrington and because I have shown
mysef unworthy of her."
"Very well," said the king, some
what indifferently, it seemed, "you will
repair aboard the Bellona at once.
Her captain has not yet joined. You
will assume temporary command and
take her to Weymouth, which is the
nearest port to your seat, I believe.
You will remain there just long
nough to get together your sea kit
and receive your captain, and then
you will proceed to the East Indies,
reporting to Admiral Clarkson when
you arrive on the station."
"And my wife, your majesty?"
"I have taken care," said the king,
gravel v. "that she shall be carefully
rjirted and looked after until your
leturn at least."
"Arfd may I not see her before I
go?"
"I cannot modify the orders," an
swered the king. "I have already ex
tended to you unusual clemency. But
I give you my worct that your wife
will be well cared for. She is under
my especial protection, remember."
"By Gad, lad!" cried the old admiral,
turning about, "get down on your
knees and thank the king's majesty
for his gracious clemency. You're a
lucky dog and don't deserve it."
CHAPTER XXIII.
The King's Jest.
A short time after two boats pulled
away from the Britannia. In one of
them sat the majesty of England.
There was more ruffling of bugles,
more rolling of drums, more blaring of
trumpets, more thundering of guns,
more hurrahing from the men, as the
little king, thoroughly delighted with
his royal clemency, was rowed back
to the shore.
The other boat departed shortly
after the king's, without exciting the
slightest attention. The officer of the
deck escorted Carrington over the side,
shook hands with him and the boat
' pulled away to the Bellona, a hand
some 32-gun frigate fresh from the
shipyards and ready for her maiden
cruise, which lay near by.
Carrington was received there with
some ceremony. His arrival had been
expected. Parkman, who had been
transferred from the Renown, met him
at the gangway and the two shook
hands fervently.
"I am ordered to this ship. Jack, as
first lieutenant." said Carrington,
gloomily, as they turned and walked
ft. "Here are my papers. As you
will see. I am - directed to assume
charge, the captain not being aboard,
and take the ship around to Wey-
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mouth, where he will join us."
"Ana the court-martial?" asked
Parkman.
"The king hath pardoned me."
"And your wife?"
'God only knows!" said Carrington,
desperately. "All I know is that she
is well and under the king's especial
protec tion. We are bound for the East
Indies for three years. Three years
away from her! God, what a fool I've
been. Strathgate was right!" Car
rington turned away, putting strong
constraint upon himself in order to
compose his features. "Well," he said
at last, "are you all ready?"
"Ready to trip," returned Parkman.
"Call all hands. I'll read them my
orders and then we'll get up anchor."
In a moment the shill piping of the
boatswain and his mates along the
deck was followed by the trampling of
many feet. The crew, a splendid set
of fellows, assembled in the gangways.
Carrington read his orders to them,
directed the commanding officer's pen
nant to be hoisted and bade Parkman,
vho for the present acted as first lieu
tenant, to get under way.
As the Bellona drew abreast the
liner a burly figure suddenly appeared
on the edge of the high poop of the
Britannia. Recognizing the admiral,
Carrington, who had stood aft on the
quarterdeck of his frigate, bared his
head and saluted. The admiral re
turned the compliment with his own
chapeau, then he turned and waved it
forward. Instantly the rails of the
Britannia swarmed with men, and
from their throats at another signal
from the admiral came such a burst of
cheering as warmed the very cockles
of the melancholy Carrington's heart.
And with this cheerful sea compliment
and there words of good will the
frigate shot ahead and presently clap
ping on more canvas bore swiftly
down the river.
Carrington stared long and desper
ately Lack towaid the shores, fast
dropping behind him. on which some-
here his wile's foot rested. What
-as she (K-ing? Where was she liv
Ing? What was she thinking of him?
He knew nothing save that in some
manner she was under the especial
protection of the king; that was assur
ance enough that she was well cared
for. for no man questioned the hon
esty, sincerity or kindliness of George
the Third. It would be three years
before he would see her again. The
thought was maddening to him. He
did not even know where to write to
her. He was not at all sure that the
king would cause his letter to be de
livered to her. He came to a desper
ate resolution. He would write hei
another letter and send it from Wey
mouth by special messenger to the
king and beg him to see that it was
delivered.
It was not until late in the after
noon, when the Bellona was fairly in
the channel beating down toward her
destination, that Carrington went be
low. As there was no captain yet on
the ship the quarters of that function
ary by right belonged to him. He
entered them without ceremony. The
cabin on the new ship looked bright
and cheery. Its equipments were rude,
of course, as were those of all ships
in those days, but they were better
than those in ordinary vessels, the
Bellona being the newest and most ad
vanced product of theshipyards.
To a sailor of that day it was both a
spacious and delightful sea home. To
Carrington it was only a prison. He
did not attempt to enter the state
rooms on either side, but sat down at
the table, buried his face in his hands
and groaned aloud. It was the first
moment of privacy that he had en
joyed. It was the first opportunity, af
forded him to give way to his feel
ings, and he indulged himself at will.
Separated from his wife, and through
his own folly! The future that had
opened so fairly before him utterly
wrecked! Three long weary years at
the least, and possibly four, to inter
vene before he could see her again.
He almost envied Strathgate fighting
desperately for life at Blythedale HaTl
and likely to be an invalid for the rest
of his days because he would be in
"England while Carrington was far
away.
He had gone through so much. He
had drunk so deeply the bitter cup of
repentance that he gave way com
pletely to his emotions.
"This will never do," he said at last.
"My punishment seems greater than I
can bear, and yet I .must bear it; I
must show myself a man for her."
A little hand fell softly upon his
shoulder with touch as light as that
ot thistledown. Where that hand
touched him was the center of his be
ing. My lord turned his head, looked
at it slowly, turned hi body, followed
It up, saw a face he dreamed of, tears
rolling from eyes that looked love at
him, and In another moment he was
clasped in his wife's arms.
This was Che punishment meted out
to him by little George. He was to go
to the Indies, but not alone. When
there was time for coherent speech
Ellen handed her husband another pa
per appointing him captain of the
liel'ona. subject only to the orders of
his wife.
'God bless him!" cries my lord,
folding his wife again to his heart.
"And I say so, too," answers Ellen,
"although we fought against him so
long, he hath a kindly heart."
"lie hath, indeed," returned Carring
ton, after a time. "He gave nie his
royal word that you should ba well
looked after for the next three years,
and the keeping of the king's word is
iutn::-.ted to me. I shall see to it."
"Nay," said Ellen, "you are under
my command row. Look at your or
ders." " 'Tis even so, my little captain,"
laughed my lord, sweeping her to his
heart again. "And what orders do
you propose to issue to me?"
"I should like to present to you two
of my friends."
"Your friends are my friends, my
dear," returned Carrington, "and
when occasion serves I shall be happy
to greet them."
"It serves now," s:.id Ellen, draw
ing hei self away from him. And in
deed she found it diflicult, for he
would by no means let her go, follow
ing her aft r.nd still keeping his hand
about her waist as she opened the
door of one of the cabins.
Out thence, for all the world like a
Jack-in-the-box, popped Mistress Deb
orah, her cheeks redder than the scar
let ribbons she affected, and stalking
behind her came Sir Charles Seton in
great dignity.
"I did you an injustice, Charles!"
cried my Lord Carrington. "I humbly
beg your pardon. I have not heard
the story" and Seton was glad my
lord's remarks were so spontaneous
"but I know that you were true."
"It's granted, Bernard," said Seton
heartily. "1 could forgive you any
thing, knowing how you felt over the
loss of your wife, for to-day I can put
myself in your place in one particu
lar." "And how's that?"
"In this way," returned Seton. "Per
mit me" he seized the blushing Deb
orah as he spoke "Salute Lady Seton,
Carrington."
"What! Is it so?"
"We were married this morning, the
king himself being one of the wit
nesses." "And do you go with us to India?"
"Nay," answered Seton, "only to
Weymouth."
And at that Carrington was very
glad, for though he loved Seton much,
he lo'-'ed his wife more, and he wanted
her for the rest of his life all to him
self. Seton divined that, for presently he
took Deborah by the hand and led her
forth upon the quarterdeck, leaving
Carrington and Ellen alone together,
each in the haven where they fain
would be; husband and wife, one and
inseparable nt)W and forever, locked
in each other's arms.
THE END.)
' BEST WORKERS ARE SPANIARDS.
Their Wonderful Capacity for Hard
Labor on Slim Diet.
A present-day globe-trotter said to
a New York Press writer: "I should
like to recommend the employment of
Spaniards to dig the Panama canal.
The rest of the world does not seem
to realize the wonderful capacity for
work possessed by the Andaluslans.
Why, I have seen in the castle of Solo
mon copper mine men doing the
hardest sort of labor for full 12 hours
a day and knock off as happy as a
lark, ready for a fight or a frolic,
ready to go mad at the distant tinkle
of a guitar, ready to beat their hands
sore keeping staccato time to the
Cadiz cachuca.
"And what has his ration consisted
of? A piece of bread dipped in a
cow's horn of oil and another of
vinegar, spiced up with hot green pep
per, garlic and salt. In summer his
food consists of a section of pink
melon.
"How many million pounds of meat
have been shipped to Panama since
the digging began? "The Andalusian
knows not the hunger for meat. He is
never ill. The doctors at the isthmus
have their hands full all the time try
ing to cure disease directly due to
meat.
"Here is a common Spaniard who
could pull a bull down by the horns,
drive his knife through a three-inch
plank, nourishing his 'robur and
stamina on a slice of melon brought
from that moist province where the
mocking proverb says, 'The trees are
grass, the earth water, the men wom
en and the women nothing.'
"Yesterday I witnessed in one of
your semi-fashionable resorts a New
Yorker double up and pack on his fork
for one calm mouthful about four
cubic inches of red roast beef. It was
not a pleasant sight. I compared the
man's food capacity with that of peo
ple who had achieved.
"The Arab on his rice diet scourged
the shrinking world. The Roman sol
dier on his sour wine and vinegar
bread mapped out Europe with his
roads. One of our great generals.
Francis Marion, the swamp fox, kept
his forces in perfect physical condi
tion by a daily sip of vinegar. Oil
stands for the most ethereal fat you
can feed the stomach flame with and
vinegar for the destroyer of thirst and
purifier of the blood."
Rendable But Breakletg.
"Does your wife make good bread?"
"Considered as the staff of life," re
plied Nuwed, "I should say she does.
One could lean on a staff of it a long
time without breaking it." Kansas
City Time.
GAINED HER POINT
WIFE'S DEMONSTRATION OF HUS
BAND'S NERVOUSNESS.
Reverend Gentlerr.an Compelled to Ad
mit That He Did Fidget with' His
Handkerchief While Conduct
ing the Services.
"My clear, you must not fidget so
with your handkerchief when you're
irv, the pulpit," said the minister's wife,
as she walked home by his side after
the morning service.
"Fidget!" exclaimed the gentleman.
"Why, I seldom use my handkerchief.
What do you mean?"
"I don't mean using it," replied the
wife, laughing. "I hoie you will do
that whenever it is necessary; but I
mean rhilling it out of one pocket and
stuffing it into another, only to take
it out and thrust it under the hymn
book. It's a nervous habit, and it's
perfectly distracting to watch you."
The clergyman looked kindly in
credulous as he said:
"I think you must be mistaken, my
dear. I might have changed it about
a good deal this morning. I believe I
did, but I'm certain that it isn't a
habit. To prove it. I'll leave my hand
kerchief with you this evening." It
was agreed.
At the close of the invocation the
minister's hand was seen withdrawing
itself stealthily from his coat-tail
pocket, and after he had said: "Let
us continue our worship by singing
three stanzas" there was a long
pause while he fumbled in the other
coat-tail before he added "of the
three hundred and forty-third hymn."
By keeping his mind on his hands
Instead of on the hymn, he managed
to get through the, singing with only
one slip; but there were several awk
ward pauses during the responsive
reading, when the minister's wife
watched his hands roam from breast
pocket to pulpit cushion and back to
his coat-tall again.
During the anthem the minister
seemed less absent-minded, but hi3
wife was uneasy when it came time
for the prayer and discreetly covered
her eyes. Then he grew more and
more distracted, and kept the audi
ence waiting with hymn books in
hand while he made another search
for the missing bit of linen before giv
ing out the number of the hymn.
Finally It was time for the sermon.
"I invite your attention this evening."
he began, and then stopped- This
time his hand was in his breast
pocket. "You will find my text," he
began again, "in the eighth chapter of
Romans."
The little lady in the pew had
gained her point, but really It was
ceasing to be a joke. He could never
get through his sermon at this rate.
Hastily she beckoned to a'n usher and
sent him into the pulpit with the min
ister's handkerchief. He clutched it
with ill-concealed relief, and shot a
guilty , glance at his smiling wife.
Then he drew a long breath, and, as
one set free, went on with his admira
ble sermon. Youth's Companion.
Mystery of the Watermelon.
Here is a mystery, according to Mr.
Bryan. He says: 'T am not much of
a farmer as some people claim, but I
have observed the watermelon seed.
It has the power of drawing from the
ground and through itself 200,000
times its weight; and when you can
tell me how it takes this material and
out of its color forms an outside sur
face beyond the imitation of art, and
then forms in it a white rind and
within that again a side of red heart,
thickly inlaid with black seeds, each
one of which in turn is capable of
drawing through itself 200,000 times
Its weight when you can explain to
me the mystery of a watermelon, you
can ask me to explain the mystery of
God."
Price of Perfection.
Oscar Hammerstein at a recent
dinner described a contemplated cast
for "Thais" wherein the principals'
salaries alone would aggregate $10,000
a night.
"But, you know," said Hammer
stein. "perfection is always expensive.
"Napoleon never breakfasted at the
same hour. Now he would breakfast
at seven, now at 11, now at ten. Yet,
whenever he rang, his breakfast, a
young broiled chicken, was always
brought immediately to him, cooked to
perfection, just off the grill.
"One morning Napoleon sent for his
cook, and said, with a pleased laugh:
" 'How do you manage it that, no
matter when I breakfast, my, chicken
is always ready, clone to a turn?'
" 'Sire,' said the cook, 'every ten
minutes I put a fresh chicken- on to
broil. Tlwi one is always perfectly
done fjr jtju when you ring.' "Balti
more Sun.
World's Largest Bowlder.
The largest bowlder in the world is
'.n Victoria, Australia. The name of
"The Leviathan Rock" has been given
to it. Its estimated bulk approaches,
if it does not exceed, 30,000 tons. This
great rock may be likened 'to an im
mense egg lying on its side, the part
resting on mother earth being not
more than 30 yards square. Hundreds
of persons could find shelter under it
from a passing storm or the sun.
More Art.
Auctioneer Going! Going! Gone!
Here, 6ir, it's yours. Great bargain,
sir. The frame alone is worth the
price.
Connoisseur (ripping out the pK
ture) The frame was what I wauted
Pick-Me-Up.
GREAT 3 CLEARANCE OUR JULY CLEARANCE
SALE SALE
MILLINERY! CLOTHING!
Over 300 fine trim tried
hats will I e sold ataac
rilice. All at less than
one-halt price. In fart,
make your own price.
Mui-t have the room for
our monster fall stock
now arriving.
TROUBLE IS DUE TO COLLAPSE
Itepu !-' of the I loud ti run I devolution
ists Thought to Presage Their
Failure.
Washington, July IS. The repulse
of the revolutionists in both the north
ern and southern parts o.f Honduras,
official news of which has been received
by Minister Ugarte of that country,
presages the collapse of the revolution,
in theopinion of the minister. Porvcnir,
a town captured by the revolutionist
July 1.". is a place of about :',K0 peo
ple, wilh a small garrison, and is about
ten miles from Ceiba. which the revo
lutionists attacked next.
Minister I." garte believes that the rev
olutionists, realizing the hopelessness
of my movement against Porto Cortez,
whose natur:.l jtosition renders it dif
ficult of successful attack, turned their
attention toward the east, which re
sulted in the operations against
Ceiba.
Soldier Held for Murder.
Fort Itiley. Kan., July IS. Follow
ing the inquest over the body of Leroy
Winkler, a negro who was struck on
the head with a bottle July 4 and died
Tuesday night. James Smith, a mount
ed orderly of the Sixth Field artillery,
has been arrested as one of the party
of soldiers who made the assault .on
Winkler. It has not been ascertained
whether other soldiers were in the
fight.
Shuts Out the Consumptive.
Salt Lake City, July IS. No teach
er, student or employe infected with
tuberculosis will be ' admitted hence
forth to the classrooms or buildings of
the University, of Utah. This is the
degree just promulgated by the re
gents of the institution. The recent
death of an instructor from Chicago
called attention to a danger the author
ities are determined to avoid.
NEWS FACTS IN OUTLINE
Official figures show that the appro
priations at the late session of congress
total $i.6os,::;7.r43.rG.
Marquis Katsura, the new premier
nnd minister of finance of Japan, says
that all Japan wants is peace.
The estate of the late Duke of Dev
onshire has been sworn for probate at
?5,S24.S0O.
A downpour of rain broke up the
civic parade which had been planned
as the distinctive St. Paul feature of
Shriner's week.
Seven hundred men have been or
dered by the navy department from the
tinvnl trahiino- stations fit N'pwnnrt and
Norfolk to join the vessels of the Pa- :
cific fleet at San Francisco. j
The navy department has designated
the jjunboat Wolverine to participate
in the celebration of the opening of tho '
harbor at Gary, Ind., July 2,5rd. j
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