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THE SEA-HAWK FirIt°rA•'tionlu*pittor*. Part Two By Rafael Sabatini. v_-___-> (Continued From Saturday.) Sir John leaped to his feet, hli face aflame. "Now, by heaven, yoi Insolent knave . . .” But Lord Henry checked him, plac ing a restraining hand upon his sleevt and forcing him gently back into hk seat. Himself he now addressed tht prisoner. "Sir, your words are unworthy one who, whatever his crimes, has earner the repute of being a sturdy valtanl fighter. Your deeds are so notorious —particularly that which caused you to flee from England and take to rov ing, and that of your reappearance at Arwenack nnd the abduction of which you were then guilty—that your sen fence in an English court is a matter foregone beyond all possible doubt Nevertheless, it shall be yours, ns I have said, for the asking. Yet,” he added, and his voice was lowered and very earnest, "were I your friend, Sir Oliver, I would advise you that you rather choose to be dealt with in the summary fashion of the sea.” “Sirs," replied Sir Oliver, "your right to hang me I have not disputed, nor do I. I have no more to say.” "But I have.” Thus Rosamund at last, startling the court with her crisp, sharp utter ance. All turned to look at her as she rose, and stood tall and compelling at the table's end. "Rosamund!" cried Sir John, and rose in his turn. “Bet me implore you . . ." She waved him peremptorily, almost contemptuously inso silence. “Since in this matter of the ab dilation with which Sir Oliver is charged.” she said, “i urn the person said to have been abducted, it were perhaps well that before going fur ther in this matter you should hear what I may hereafter have to say in an English court." Sir John shrugged, and sat down again. She would have her way, he realized; just ns he knew that its only result could be to waste their time and protract the agony of the doomed man. Lord Henry turned to her, his man ner full of deference. “Since the pris oner has not denied the charge, nnd since wisely he refrains from demand ing to be taken to trial, we need not harass you, Mistress Rosamund. Nor will you be called upon to say any thing in an English court.” "There you are at fault, my lord," she answered, her voice very level. "I shall be called upon to say some thing when I impeach you all for murder upon the high seas, as im peach you I shall if you persist in your Intent.” "Rosamund!” cried Oliver In his . sudden amazement—and it was a cry of joy nnd exultation. She looked at him and smiled—a smile full of courage nnd friendliness and something more, a smile for which he considered that his impend ^ New York --Day by Day -——/ By O. O. M I S TA RK. New York, June 23.—A page from the diary of a modern Samuel Pepys: Betimes up and came a merry letter from Albert Payson Terhune poet marked Africa and regretting he must be away from his dogs so long which is a pity and I/Ord! how I still miss mine. So upon impulse to Hartsdale to bis little mound and wept unasham ed, which some would condemn as silly. On my return put in at Bide Dudley's and played awhile with his children, the fairest I know, and Mistress Taney served some tea and cake. In the late afternoon with R. Dong to call on George Jean Nathan who was ill of a headache but a better conversationalist than most folk in perfect health. Home where I decided not to work for three days and my wife condoned my laziness. So off to the Green Room club to dinner and later to my apartment with Will Hart, the actor, and talked until daylight. Thence to bed. The Theater guild lifts its head in urge of art with a capital A, It sponsors plays aimed to please the orchestra intelligentsia and appar ently cares nothing for gaping sav ages of the balcony and gallery. The latest bit of its spent magic concerns a student marooned for 24 hours In a lonely Hungarian crossroads. All people of the town have gone on a holiday miles away. A worldly wise Cirre drops in by accident off a fast express train. The play deals with the Innocent bumpkin’s seduction and consequent disillusionment. It is a r. fllsh vehicle that fairly creaks. The play is given at the Garrick—a cluttered old barn of a place, filled with drafts, slamming doors and un comfortable seats. It is the kind of a piny that hastens censorship even as poorly as it la done. It panders to the mob in guise of art—and charges as high prices as any reign ing hit. I set out the other day to purchase a hat. Next to making out the In come if any-tax it is an ordeal T most dislike. I am not given to fits of temper. Traffic policemen bawl rne out, waiters Insult me. hat checkers do their worst and I remain blandly unruffled. But I usually quarrel with hat clerks. They Insist on clapping one of those horrendous heated mechanisms over my pate to get the shape of my head. The result is the shape of an egg and I feel silly. And the hat I like best Is the one they urge me not to take. It Is either out of tune with the tunes or a little too gay for mature years. I walked out < f six stores In hugh dudgeon—mak Ing a complete show of myself in t-nch place. And so far I haven't bought the hat. Watching: social climbers from the sidelines in New York is Interesting. Crashing the social gate here Is well nigh Impossible, but with wealth usually comes the desire. There Is real society and near society snd climbers only make the 'near" variety This is composed of impecunious counts and broken down nobility, a few tarnished divorcees and the like. But the climbers carry on—toting the camp followers to ringside tables In cafes, first nights at operas and week eml parties at their country estates. Women In Philadelphia wear tnor. fine pearl necklaces than women In New York. It dates back to a social feud between society in the two cities At the time pearl necklaces had s greater mark of distinction than the> have today and Philadelphia ran sacked the world for the finest neck laces. Ing hanging was but a little price to pay. Then she turned again to that court, into which her words had flung a sudden consternation. “Since he disdains to deny the aecu cation, I must deny it for him,” she informed them. “He did not abduct me, sirs, as is alleged. I love Olivet Tressilian. I am full age and mistress of my actions, and I went willingly with him to Algiers where I became his wife." Had she flung a bomb amongst them she could hardly have made a greater disorder of their wits. They sat back, and stared at her with blank faces, muttering incoherencies. "His . . . his wife?” babbled Lord Henry. “You became his . . .” And then Sir John cut in fiercely. “A lie! A lie to save that foul vil lain’s neck!” Rosamund leaned towards him, and her smile was almost a sneer. “Your wits were ever sluggish, Sir John,” she said. “Else you would not need reminding that I could have no object in lying to save him if he had done me the wrong that is imputed to him.” Then she looked at the others. “I think, sirs, that in this matter my word will outweigh Sir John's or any man's in any court of justice." “Faith, that's true enough!" ejacu lated the bewildered Lord Henry. “A moment, Killigrew!" And again he stilled the impetuous Sir John. He looked at Sir Oliver, who in truth was very far from being the least bewildered in that company. “What Jo you say to that, sir?" he asked. “To that?’’ echoed the almost speechless corsair. “What Is there left to say?” he evaded. “ 'T is all false,” cried Sir John again. “We were witnesses of the event —you and I, Harry—and we saw "You saw,” Rosamund interrupted. "But you did not know what had been concerted." For a moment that silenced them again. They were as men who stood upon crumbling ground, whose every effort to win to a safer footing but occasioned a fresh slide of soil. Then Sir John sneered, and made his riposte. "No doubt she will be prepared to swear that her betrothed. Master Lio nel Tressilian, accompanied her will ingly upon that elopement.” "No,” she answered. "As for Lio nel Tressilian he was carried off that he might expiate his sins—sins which he had fathered upon his brother there, sins which are the subject of your other count against him.” "Now what can you mean by that?” asked his lordship. “That the story that Sir Oliver killed my brother is a calumny; that the murderer was Lionel Tressilian, who, to avoid detection and to com plete his work, caused Sir Oliver to be kidnaped that he might he sold int slavery.” “This is too much."’ roared Sir John. “She is trifling with us. she makes white black and black white. She has been bewitched by that crafty rogue, by Moorish arts that . . "Wait!" said Lord Henry, raising his hand. “Give me leave." He con fronted her very seriously. “This . . this Is a grave statement, mistress Have you any proof—anything that you conceive to be a proof—of what you are saying?” But Sir John tvas not to be re pressed. " 'T is but the lying tale this villain told her. He haa bewitched her, I say. 'T Is plain as the sun light yonder." Sir Oliver laughed outright at that. His mood was growing exultant, buoy ant and joyous, and this was the first expression of it. "Bewitched her? You're determined never to lack for a charge. First 't was piracy, then abduction and murder, and now t is witchcraft!" “Oh, a moment, pray!” cried Lord Henry, and he confesses to some heat at this point. "I)o you seriously tell us. Mistress Rosamund, that it was Lionel Tressilian who murdered Peter Godolphln?" “Seriously?" she echoed, and her lips were twisted in a little smile of scorn. "I not merely tell it you, I swear It here In the sight of God. It was Lionel who murdered my brother and It was Lionel who put it about that the deed was Sir Oliver's. It was said that Sir Oliver had run away from the consequences of some thing discovered against him- and I to my shame believed the public voice. But I have since discovered the truth . . .” “The truth, do you say, mistress?" crjfd the Impetuous Sir John in a voice of passionate contempt. “The truth . . Again his Lordship was forced to Intervene. “Have patience, man,” he aflmon Ished the knight. "The truth will prevail In the end, never fear, Kllll grew.” "Meanwhile we are wasting time." grumbled Sir John, and on that fell moodily silent. "Are we further to understand you to say, mistress," Lord Henry re sumed. "that the prisoner's disappear ance from Penarrow was due not to flight, as was supposed, but to his having been trepanned by order of his brother?" “That is the truth as I stand here in the sight of Heaven," she replied in a voice that rang with sincerity and carried conviction to more than one of the officers seated at that table. "By that act the murderer sought not only to save himself from exposure, but to complete his work by succeeding to the Thessilian es tates. Sir Oliver was to have been sold into slavery to the .Moors of Bar bary. Instead the vessel upon which he sailed was captured by Spaniards, and he was sent to the galleys by the Inquisition. When his galley was captured by Muslim corsairs he took the only way of escape that offered. He became a corsair and leader of corsairs, and then . . "What else he did we know,” Lord Henry interrupted. "And I assure you it would all weigh very lighUy with us or with any court if whif\ else you saw is true.” •It is true. I swear It, my lord," she repeated. _ "Ay " he answered, nodding grave ly. "But can you prove it?” “What better proof can I offer you than that 1 love him, and have mar ried him?” “Bah!” said Sir John. “That, mistress," said Lord Henry, his manner extremely gentle, “is proof that yourself you believe this amazing story. But it is not proof that the story itself is true. You had it, I suppose," he continued smoothly, "from Oliver Tressilian himself?” "That is so; but in Lionel's own presence, and Lionel himself confirm led It—Emitting' its truth." I "Yotr dare say that?" cried Sir i John, and stared at her In incredulous i anger. ‘My God! You dare say that?" I “I dare and do," she answered him, I aivinff him back look for look. I Lord Henry sat back In his chair, and tugged gently at his ashen tuft of beard, his florid face overcast and thoughtful. There was something here he* did not understand at all. "Mistress Rosamund," he said quietly, "let me exhort you to consider the gravity of your word*. You are vir tually accusing ope who is no longer able to defend himself; if your story is established, infamy will re*t for ever upon the memory of Lionel Tres sillan. Let me ask you again, and let me entreat you to answer gcruptj. lously. Did Lionel Tressilian admit the truth of this thing with which you say the prisoner charged him?'* "Once more I solemnly swear that what I have spoken is true; that Lion el Tressilian Aid in my presence, when charged by Sir Oliver with the murder of my brother and the kid naping of himself, admit those < charges. Can I make it plainer, sirs?" (To Be Continued Tomorrow i l^TtJ - Tv-aC TGl/M. MEQB VS - KlESti Tm\S <S tmE e>\GGEST TMANG Tt-AfSTlS Uf\PPENED tot rVORTW\MU-E \N 37 to tucked amjav in the sank .emery semt X OOT To CAN NAME' FOR-TUNATEI.Y AJOIJoOY around mere knomje x (a fuat . xu put up A 5MUE AND 0,0 INTO CAV DAN£e.« X NEED ^nj.ao For sparky s entry fee in the > T- BONE STAKES and ®0T s- ^ To GET IT-* ILU EREE.1E / r To Tme t/amern - The J Bovs ARC 3\JST A8ou>r f , Gathering xnouj - / saaini 1 HOW - TOO REPORT TO THE * " CHAIRMAN G? 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