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j THE SEA-HAWK Tin^sntlonn*picture,_Part Two By Rafael Sabatini. (Continued From Yesterday.) And so, indeed, it was, creeping up slowly under that faint breeze, her tall bulk loomed now above them, her prow plowing slowly forward at an acute angle to the prow of the ga leasse. Another moment and she was alongside, and with a swing and clank and a yell of victory from the English seamen lining her bulwarks her grappling irons swung down to seize the corsair ship at prow and etern and waist. Scarce had they fastened, than a torrent of men in breastplates and morions poured over her side, to alight upon the prow of the galeasse, and not even the fear of the lantern held above the powder barrel could not restrain the corsairs from giving these hardy boarders the reception they reserved for all inildels. In an instant the fighting platform on the prow Was become a raging, seething hell of bat tle luridly illumined by the ruddy glow from the lights aboard the Silver Heron. Foremost among those who had leaped down had been Lionel and Sir John Killigrew. Foremost among those to receive them had been Jas per Leigh, who had passed his sword through Lionel's body even as Lio nel’s feet came to rest upon the deck, and before the battle was Joined. A dozen others went down on either side before gakr-el-Bahr s ring ing volcq could quell the fighting, before his command to them to hear him was obeyed. "Hold there!’’ he had bellowed to bis seahawks, using the lingua franca. "Back, and leave this to me. 1 will rid you of these foes.” Then in English he had summoned his countrymen also to desist. "Sir John Killigrew!” he called in a loud voice. "Hold your hand until you have heard »ne! Call your men hack and let uone others come aboard! Hold until you have heard me, I say, then wreak ; our will.” Sir John, perceiving him by the mainmast with Rosamund at his side, and leaping at the most Inevitable exclusion that he meant to threat en her life, perhaps to destroy her if they continued their advance, flung hin. self before his men, to check t hero. • Th ts almost as suddenly as It had bean Joined the combat paused. "What have you to say, you rene gade di j?" Sir John demanded. "TJ is, Sir John, that unless you or dej- your men back aboard your ship, and mane oath to desist from this encounter. I’ll take you straight down to hell with us at once. I’ll heave this lantern into the powder here, and we sink and you come down with us held by your own grappling hooks. r ^ New York ••Day by Day By O. O. M’INTYRE. New York, June 17,—Manhattan pigyg queer pranks on some of Its adapted idealists. There are hun dreds of young girls who hide them selves away in attic studios and be come poseurs instead of workers. They jucceed in making art "arty" and t'tat is all. Their enthusiasm for ordinary life has je.'led. They seek to float on a higher plane. They write senseless poetry nod paint hopeless pictures and apperr bowed down with respon sibility. Their studios are musty, shadowy places that satisfy the thirst for atmosphere. The candies are in bottles. In a corner a hanging censor with coiling smoke. And behind it a brass idol. Their attire smacks of Bagdad— bangles of barbarism and jingling bands about wrists and anklets. Dirt and dust are swept into corners. Tihe girls sleep until late afternoon and breakfast on a cup of tea and a cigaret. They yawn at vaudeville and the movies but thrill to some trifling .tmourette with a Greenwich village poet. What little they pick up finan cially Is doing hosiery and underwear ads. When they appear In tea rooms at night they wear smocks and sandals and horn rimmed glasses. And spurn familiarity with the crass world about them—unless someone wants to pay their check. The chief aim in life Is to get away from conventions. It has tio^n two centuries since Pope warned of the danger of a little knowledge, but tliqy have failed to heed it. If they marry they insist it be a trial affair and that they cling to maiden names. The husband must telephone before coming around to call. In contrast to the drones are the Bright shop girls of Gotham—gtrls whose eyes are alive with happiness. They are smartly dressed and viva cious. They have bank accounts, and live in smart bijou apartments. Hun dreds branch out into business for themselves each year. A famous English ccgnedlnn came to New York recently to join a revue. He came without a contract, and vhen he arrived the producer was out of town. He was turned over to the stage manager whose knowledge of Tlngllsh talent was zero. "What do you do, hoof or shout?" tie asked the comedian—meaning did he sing or dance. The comedian re plied he didn’t expect to do either for him and walked out. He went across the street and was engaged by an other revue producer and has become the bright particular star of the pro duction. There Is a well known song writer vho is given to alcoholic lapses. Re -ently he went off on a two weeks' jamboree. His wife trailed him from place to place but he managed to escape from her for he feared not only, her tongue but trusty wallop. At the end of his spree he screwed up his courage and decided to go home. He approached his apartment In genuine fear and when his wife nnswered the push of the bell he had his hat In his hand. "Warden,” he sal<1 meekly, "will it burn when I sit down in the chair?” The highest priced illustrator for magazines in America Is Dean Corn well. , Ho came to New York from Chicago. Cornwell Is in his early thirties—a slight, blonde young fellow who hns none of the sophisticated poses that sometimes afflict lesser lights. He has a studio on Central Park Houth. Now and then the hlatancy of a New York night is obliterated by the white enchanter—fog. Cafes and theaters suffer great losses. The New Yorker seems to fear the mystic mist that springs from the sea. It Is a city that cries for light. (Copyright, lIJi.) I % Obey me and you shall have all that you have come to seek aboard this vessel. Mistress Rosamund shall be delivered up to you.” Sir John Glowered upon him a mo ment from the poop, considering. Then— "Though not prepared to make terms with you,” he announced, “yet I will accept the conditions you Im pose, but only provided that I have all indeed that I am come to se4k. There Is aboard this galley an infa mous renegade hound whom I am bound ,by my knightly oath to take and hang. He, too, must be deliv ered up to me. His name was Oli ver Tressilian." Instantly, unhesitatingly, came the answer: "Hint, too, will I surrender to you upon your sworn oath that you will then depart and do here no further hurt." Rosamund caught her breath, and clutched Sakr-el-Bahr’s arm, the arm that held the lantern. “Have a care, mistress,” he bade her sharply, “or you will destroy us all.” "Better that!" she answered him. And then Sir John pledged him his wdird that upon his own surrender and that of Rosamund he would with draw nor offer hurt to any there. Sakr-el-Bahr turned to his waiting corsairs and briefly told them what the terms he had made. He called upon Asad to pledge his word that these terms would be re spected, and no blood shed on his behalf, and Asad answered him, voic ing the anger of all against him for his betrayal. "Since he wants thee that he may h^ig thee, he may have thee and so spare us the trouble, for ’t Is no less than thy treachery deserves from us.” "Thus, then. I surrender.” he an nounced to Sir John, and flung the lantern overboard. One voice only was raised in his defense, and .that voice was Rosa mund’s. But even that voice failed, conquered by weary nature. This last blow' following upon all that lately she had endured bereft her of all strength. Half swooning she col lapsed against Sakr-el-Bahr even as Sir John and a handful of his fol lowers leaped down to deliver her and make fast their prisoner. The corsairs stood looking on in silence; the loyalty to their great cap tain, which would have made them spend their last drop of blood in his defense, was quenched by his own act of treachery which had brought the English ship upon them. Yet W'hen they saw him pinioned and hoisted to the deck of the Silver Heron, there was a sudden momen tary' reaction in their ranks. Scimi tars were waved aloft, and cries of menace burst forth. If he had be trayed them, yet he had so contrived that they should not suffer by’that betrayal. And that was worthy of the Sakr-el-Bahr they knew and loved; so worthy that their love and loyalty leaped full armed again upon the instant. But the voice of Asad called upon them to bear in mind what In their name he had promised, and since the voice of Asad alone might not have sufficed to quell that sudden spark of revolt, there came down to them the voice of Sakr-el-Bahr himself Issuing his last command. "Remember and respect the terms I have made f4r you! Mektub! May Allah guard and prosper you!" A wail was his reply, and with that wail ringing In his ears to assure him t]iat he did not pass unloved, he was hurried below to prepare him for his end. The ropes of the grapnels were cut, and slowly the galleon passed away Into the night, leaving the galley to replace what slaves had been maimed In the encounter and io head back for Algiers, abandoning the expedi tion against the argosy of Spain. Under the awning upon the poop Asad now sat like a man who has awakened from an evil dream. He covered hs head and wept for one who had been as a son to him, and whom through his madness he had lost. He cursed all women, and he cursed dcstinw^but the bitterest curse of all was for himself. In the pale dawn they flung the dead overboard and washed the decks, nor did they notice that a man was missing in token that the English captain, or else his followers, had net kept strictly to the letter of the bond. They returned in mourning to Al giers—mourning not for the Spanish argosy which had been allowed to go her ways unmolested, but for the stoutest captain that ever bared his scimitar in the service of Islam. The story of how he came to be delivered up was never clearly told: none dared ideally tell it, for none who had par ticipated in the deed but took shame in It thereafter, however clear it might be that Sakr-el Bahr had brought it all upon himself. But, at least, it was understood that he had not fallen in battle, and hen£e it was assumed that he was still alive. Upon that presumption there was built up a sort of legend that he woyld one day come back; and redeemed cap tives returning a half-century later related how In Algiers to that day the coming of Sakr el Bahr was still confidently expected and looked for by all true Musllmeen. CHAPTER XXIII. The Heathen Creed. Sakr-el-Bahr was shut up in a black hole in the forecastle of the Silver Heron to await the dawn and to spend the time in making hi* eoul. ?io words had passed between him and Sir John since his surrender. With wrists pinioned behind him, he had been hoisted aboard the English ship and in the waist of her he had stood for a moment face to face with an old acquaintance—our chronicler, Lord Henry Goade. I Imagine the florid countenance of the queen's lieutenant wearing a preternnturally grave ex pression, his eyes forbidding as they rested upon the renegade. I know— from Lord Henry's own pen—that no word had passed hetween them during those brief moments before Sakr-el Bahr was hurried away by his guards to be flung Into those dark, cramped quarters reeking of tar and bilge. For a long hour ha lay where he had fallen, believing himself alone; and time and place would no doubt con duce to philosophical reflection upon his condition. I like to think that he found that when all was consid ered, he had little with which to re proach himself. If he had done evil he had made ample amends. It can scarcely be pretended that he had be trayed those loyal Muslimeen follow ers of his, or, If It is. at least it must be added that he himself had paid the price of that betrayal. Rosamund was safe, Jdonel would meet the Jus tice due to him, and as for himself, being as good as dead already, he was worth little thought. He must have derived some measure of content from the reflection that he was spend ing his life to the very best advan tage. Ruined It had been long since. True, but for Ills ill starred expedt (Ion of vengeance he might long have continued to wage war as a corsair, might even have risen to the proud Muslim eminence of the Hashalik of Algiers and become a feudatory princo of the grand Turk. But for one who wa* born a Christian gentleman that would have been an unworthy way to have ended his days. The present wa» the better course. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) That Guiltiest Feeling * ' By Briggs |oN6~ HUNDRED and ^“;t Thirty two anDreW- The brook twice ONE HUNDRED AND ON The ThiRD Thirty two iTRoKCi Yoo had jvuRTeeN I __on that hole DIDN'T You ( ^ I Bawling out The horrible details fWft OF Your gaf^c right.in front or THS ^ ClkWfLHjpuJv poach. * " •"?*»»»*■»*»• '*> ) ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield * Only One Impression. / 1'VjE DEEM THINKING / tsi o » lOOY DA> A&OUT YouP. \ / e\JEKi THE WVLL FBOM-IWE TWKt> , SMS,atsT \ KooR-AND lOOYA COY-AMD ySCRATTH?? 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