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THE SEA-HAWK 1 E itSrSSSSSS’wMm^ Part Two By Bafael Sabalini. V____ _.___J (Cantlsuul From Yesterday.) Sir Oliver sat down upon a roll of ► rope, hia guard about him, an object of curious inspection to th« rude sea men. They thronged the forecastle and the hatchway to stare at this formidable corsair who once had been a Cornish gentleman and who had be come a renegade Moslem snd terror to Christianity. Truth to tell, the sometime Cornish gentleman was difficult to discern in him as he sat there still wearing the caftan of cloth of silver over his white ft tunic and turban of tha same ma terial swathed about his steel head piece that ended in a spike. Idly he swung his brown sinewy legs, naked from knee to ankle, with the inscrut able calm of the fatalist upon his swarthy hawk face with its light agate eyes and black forked heard and thoae callous seaman who had assembled there to Jeer and mock him were stricken silent by the Intrepity and stoicism of his bearing in the face of death. If the delay chafed him, he gave no outward sign of it. If his hard, light eyes glanced hither and thither it was upon no idle quest. He was seeking Rosamund, hoping for a laal sight of her before they launched him upon his last dread voyage. But Rosamund was not to be seen. She was In the cabin at the lime. She Jiad been there for this hour past, and it was to her that the present delay wa,s due. The Judges. In the absence of any woman Into whose care they might entrust her, Lord Henry, Sir John, snd Master Tobias, the ship's surgeon, had amongst them tended Rosamund as best they could when numbed and half-dazed she was brought aboard the Silver Heron. Master Tobias lind applied such rude restoratives as he commanded, and having made her as comfortable ► as possible upon a couch in the spacious eshin astern, he had sug gested that she should be al lowed the rest, of which she appeared so sorely to stand In need, lie had ushered out the commander snd the queen's lieutenant, and himself had gone below to a still more urgent case ihat. was demanding his attention— that of Lionel Tressilian, who had been brought limp and unconcious from the gatesse together with some four other wounded members of the Silver Heron’s crew. At dawn Sir John had come below, seeking news of his wounded friend. He found the surgeon kneeling over Lionel. As he entered, Master Tobias turned aside, rinsed his hands In a metal basin placed upon the floor, and rose wiping them on a napkin. "f can do no more. Sir John," he muttered in a despondent voice. “He is sped.'’ /--\ New York --Day by Day— By 0. 0. M'lNTYRE. New York, June 19.—Sene ronver sation In Manhattan la becoming al most an impossibility, due to the ' wiie crack.” No matter what topic In under discussion someone turns it lnln the channels of punning. Many New Yorkers would shoot their wives just for a laugh. This spirit of conversational flip pancy has grown amazingly during the last year. So much so that two , newspapers have written editorials on Mfc the subject and it has also been the ~ theme of several sermons. One of the heat Informed men In New York recently stated that he has sludiously avoided serious conversa tion at any gathering he has attend ed in the last year. He said he found If he brought up some world problem It would be turned into a prohibition Joke. Cheap vaudeville Jokes and hack alley slang are heard in every draw ing room. The sleek young wise cracket s, whose best bet used to be the automat, are now invited to the select festal boards just to gi\# the low comedy touch. At dinners where guests of honor am supposed to retain a certain dig nity of expression there is instead tawdry buffoonery. In fact, this Is »' pronouncad that reporters who at tend them rarely quote a aingia line of the apteches. Even among tha young folks there appears to be a greater sanity of con versatlon than among the elders. There Is, however, a return to ra tionalism In one phase of New York life. The smart cafes are getting hack to the pristine beauty and charm of old Delmonico's and Sherry’s. The Russian craze puffed out over night and th# lobsteria entrepreneurs found themselves stuck with about 10 or 12 ai res of weird wall hangings, samo vars snd furniture In the mode of Moseovy. Today the most popular cafes have conventional surroundings Perhaps as a slight diversion they have ballroom dancers, hut they dress in evening clothes and do a waltz or a fog trot. The town Is also going hack to smaller orchestras. Five pieces are considered sufficient. It has been a tough ysar for one of New York's chief newspaper execu tives. It has been his task to reor ganize tile staffs of merged news papers. Although one of the kindest bosses the newspaper shops ever had, lie has been forced to discharge some 200 men, most of whom were personal filends. Very few newspaper men In New York in the last year have not awakened one morning or other to find their newspaper shot from under them. This executive, due to the rnwl lipllclty of mergers, was compelled to discharge one newspaper artist five times. The arlist has had the mis fortune to go from one paper that was merged to another that was in tt.e process of merging. The last merger threw him out of a Job and he packed up his belongings and took the first boat to Europe. He says he is never coming back. Half of Neyr York theaters are now closing their matinee performances »t 4:40 o'clock in (be afternon. This was made necessary on account of Ihe subway and elevalsd crush after R o’clock. The theaters were losing use peopla would not < ... u,u pushing and jamming ili.it followed the effort, to get home from the matinee. It is thought by winter f> new’ night schedule will he worked out by theaters some to open early and others later and thus relieve Hie frightful congestion In the Rialto dls trlct. A man living five blocks from ■ theater on Forty second street dis covered the other night that it took him exsctly 94 minutes to reach home In a taxi. tc»er>i«hl. 1914.9 , * "Head, d’ ye mean?’’ cried Sir John, a catch in his voicp. The surgeon tossed aside the nap kin, and slowly drew down the up turned sleeves of his black doublet. "All but dead,” he answered. "The wonder is that any spark of life should still linger In a. body with that hole In It. He is bleeding inwardly, and his pulse is steadily weakening. It must continue so until imperceptibly he passes away. You rjvty count hitn dead already. Sir John." lie paused "A merciful, painless end,"'he added, and sighed perfunctorily, his pale shaven face decently grave, for all that such scenes as these were rom monplaces in his life. "Of the other four," he continued, "Blair is dead; the other three should all recover." But Sir John gave little heed to the matter of those others. Ills grief snd dismay at this quenching of all hopes for his friend precluded any other consideration at the moment. "And he will not evpn recover con sciousness?” he asked insisting, al though already he had been answered. “As I have said, you may count hint dead already, Sir John. My skill can do nothing for him.” * Sir John s head drooped his roun tenance drawn and grave. "Nor can my Justice," he added gloomily. "Though it avenge him, l< cannot give me back my friend." He looked at the surgeon. "Vengeance, sir. is the holloweet of ail Ihe mockeries that go to maks up life." "Your task, Sir John." replied the surgeon, "is one of justice, not ven geance.” "A quibble, when nil is said.” He stepped' to Lionel's side, and looked down at the pale handsome face over which the dark shadows of death were already creeping. "If he would hut speak In the Interests of this jus tire that is to do! If we might but hn\c the evidence of his own words, lest I should ever he asked to justify the hanging of Oliver Tressillan.” "Surely, sir,’.’ the surgeon ventured "there can he no such question ever "Mistress Rosamund's word slone should suffice, if Indeed so much as that even were required." "Ay! His offences against Rod and man are too notorious to leave grounds upon which any should ever question m.v right to deal with him out of hand.” There was a. tap at the door snd Sir John's own body servant entered with the announcement that Mistress Rosamund was asking urgently to see him. ".She will he impatient for news of him." Sir John concluded, and he groaned. "My God! How ajn I to tell her? To crush her in ihe very hour of her deliverance with such news as this! Was ever irony so cruel?” He turned, and stepped heavily to the door. There he paused. "You will remain by him to the end?” he hade the surgeon interrogatively. Master Tobias bowed. "Of course. Sir John." And he added. "Twill not be long." Sir John looked across at Lionel again—a glance of valediction. "God rest him!” he said hoaraely, and pass ed out. In the waist he paused a moment, turned to a knot of lounging seamen, and hade them throw g halter over the yard arm, and hale the renegade Oliver Tressilisn, from his prison. Then with slow heavy .step snd heavier heart, he went tip the companion to the vessel's castellated poop. The still, new risen In a faint gold on hitje, shone over a sea faintly rip pled by the fresh <jpan winds of dawn to which their every stitch of canvas was now spread. Away on the lar hoard quarter, a faint cloudy outline, was the coast of Spain. Sir John's long sallow’ face was pre ternaturnlly grave when he entered the cabin where Rosamund awaited him. He bowed to her with a grave courtesy, doffing his hat and casting it upon a chair. The last five years had brought some strands of white into his thick black hair, and at Ihe temples in particular It showed very gray, giving him an appearance of age to which the deep lines in his brow contributed He advanced towards her, as she rose lo rereive him. “Rosamund, rny dear"’ be said gently, and took both her hands, lie looked with eyes of sorrow and con cern into her white, agitated face. "Are you sufficiently rested, child?” "Rested?” she echoed on a note of wonder that he should suppose it. “Poor iamb, poor Iamb!” he mur mured as a mother might have done, and drew her tow’srds him, stroking that gleaming auburn head. "We’ll speed us back to England with every stitch of canvas spread. Take heart then, and—.” But she broke in impetuously, draw ing away from him as she spoke, and his heart sank with foreboding of the things she was about to inquire "I overheard a asllor just now say ing to another that it is your intent to hang Sir Oliver Tressillan out of hand—this morning. He misunderstood her utterly. "II* comforted," lie said "My Justice shall be swift; my vengeance sure. The yardarm Is charged already with the rope on which he shall leap to his eternal punishment.” "And upon what grounds,'slip ask ed him with an nir of challenge, squarely facing him, "do you intend to do this thing?” “Upon what grounds?” he faltered. He stared and frowned, bewildered by her question and its tone. "Upon what grounds?” he repeated, foolishly al most in the intensity of his amaze menf. Then he considered her more closely, and the wildness of her eyes (tore to hint slowly an explanation of words that at first had seemed be yond explalnlg. "I see!” he said in a voice of in finite pity; for the conviction to which he had leaped was that her poor wits were all astray after the horrors through which she had lately traveled. Voit must rest,” he said gently, "and give no thought to sueh matter* at these. Leave them to me, and be very sure that I shall avenge you as In due.” "Sir John, you mistake me, I think. 1 do not desire that you avenge me. I have asked you upon what grounds you intend to do this thing, and you have not answered me.” In Inereasing nmazement he eon tirturd to stare, lie had been wrong. then. She was quits sane and mis tress nf her wits. And yet instead of the fund inquiries concerning Lionel wrhich he had been dreading came this amazing questioning of hia grounds to hang his prisoner. “Need I state to you—of all living folk*—the offences which that dastard has committed?" he asleed, expressing thus the very question that he was setting himself. I "You need to tkll me," sh* an awered. "by what right you consti tute yourself his Judge «nd execu tioner; by what right you send him to his death in this peremptory fash ion, without trial." Her manner was as stern as if she were Invested writh all the authority of a judge "But you," he faltered in his ever growing bewilderment, "you. Rosa mund, against whom he has offended so (rrevlously, surely you should he the last to ask me such a question' Why, It is my intention to proceed with him ms is the manner of the sea with ell knaves taken as Oliver Tresalllan was taken. If your mood be merciful towards him—which as God lives, I can scarce conceive—con sider that this Is the treatcst mercy he can look for." (To We fentlniied Tomorrow.1_ How to Start tha Day Wrong " WHAT A Swieiw DAT i think i ll Mat Hoi^e and POTTBR. AHOUNO-- ILL Jl»3T call him (jP and Tcll HIM I won t Be ■DOWN" r THE NEBBS THE SPELLBINDERS. 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