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{T T\pmanc*~<f th* ^panfmhjy/a/rt ainBloo: (fr RAFAEL SABATINI (Continued from Yesterday.) Chapter XXVIII—Continued. "You are no longer that," ahe Bald, and strove to smile. "Yet I owe no thanks to you that I am not," he snswered. "I think there's no more to be said, unless It he to add the assurance that Lord Julian Wade has also nothing to ap prehend from me. That, no doubt, will be the assurance that your peace of mind requires?" "For your own sake—yes. But for your own sake only. I would not have you do anything mean or dis honoring.” "Thief and pirate though T be?" She clenched her hand, and made a little gesture of despair and impa tience. "Will you never forgive me those words?" "I'm finding It a trifle hard, I con fess. But what does it matter, when ail is said?” Her clear haze) eyes considered him a moment wistfully. Then she put out her hand again. "I am going, Captain Blood. Since you are so generous to niy uncle. I shall he returning to Barbados wttn him. We are not like to meet again —ever. Is it impossible that we should part friends? Once I wronged you. I know. And I have said that I am sorry. Won t you . . . won t you say 'goodby?'" He took the hand she proffered. Retaining it, he spoke, his eyes som berly, wistfully considering her. "You are returning to Barbados?’' he said slowly. "Will Lord Julian be going with you?" "Why do you ask me that?” she confronted him quite fearlessly. "Sure, now, didn't he give you my message, or did bungle it?’ “No. He didn’t bungle It. He gave it me in your own words. It touched me very deeply. It made me see clearly my error and my injustice. I owe it to you that I should say this by way of amend. I judged too harshly where it was a presumption to judge at all. . „ . . He was still holding her hand. And Lord Julian, then?" he asked, his eyes watching her. bright as sapphires in the copper-colored face. "Lord Julian will no doubt be go ing home to England. There is noth ing more for him to do out here. "But didn't he ask you to go with him?" "He did. I forgive you the Imper tinence.” ... ..... A wild hope leaped to life within him. . . . "And you? Glory be. ye 11 not be telling me ye refused to become jny ladv, when ..." "Oh' You are insufferable. sue tore her hand free and barked away from him. "I should not have come. New York ••Day by Day j »■ —. By o. o. McIntyre. New York. Oct. 8 —In other days In New York the head waiter was a king along Broadway. In reality a glorified serf, people clamored for his dignified salaam. There was some thing of magic about his abracadabra. Diners shrank from his frown. All sought his smile. Now nearly all of the Jules, Alfreds and Charlies are out of Jobs. Many had quit posts in hotels to stand at the entrance ropes of the glided re sorts. They knew the mellowing In fluence of illicit beverage sold in these places in increasing the size of the tip. Then padlocks came to the White "Way and they stood Just as they made many customers stand—outside looking In. More than 20 of the most famous head waiters are gone. A few have returned to Paris and London. Others are trying to adjust them selves to sudden change. Outside of the big hotels New York is eating In intimate little hideaways where the need Is only for two or three waiters. The proprietor greets customers, for he wants to be sure they are "all right” before taking a chance on liquid cheer. While the head waiter has suffered the ordinary waiter has prospered, lie is permitted to wait on more peo pie than h» was In old days and con sequently he collects more tips. The Job Isn't so exacting and he doesn't have io remain so much the servant. It used to he the best head waiting j„b in New York was at the old Knickerbocker hotel. The bloods of the town dined there. Sports often after a "killing" gave the head waiter a *100 hill Just to be recognized and fawned over. Head waiters in those days worked for nothing. Some even paid for the privilege of holding the. Job. /Then came the midnight supper clubs which marie the pickings good. But It is all over now. Head waiting is going the way of the horse drawn landau The most aptly named district in New York Is "Hell's Kitchen. It is. especially at night, r place to hurry through. The pedestrians are furtive and hurried. The curbs sre lined with overflowing garbage palls topped by mangey, meowing cats. All the lights are dim end in the pool halls and sawdust coated cafes are wicked, leering faces. The movie theaters specialize In blood and thunder. There Is a dreary monotony to the brick houses. Young ruffians stand In groups at street corner. Men and women talk in monosyllables. There is one mean, ugly and crooked street In Hell's Kitchen that is filled with cheap rooming houses. The lodgers seem to he those hattered mercilessly by life and then cast aside. People sit in musty hallways or he hind faded hllnds. The children do not laugh. They stand about ap parently wondering what will hap pen next. The men sre costless and the women sit about In bare feet. It 1r a street to forget. And by way of contrast the bright est and liveliest block in Gotham to my notion is on the west side of Fifth avenue between Forty-aecond and Forty-third streets at noon. And at night you cannot heat, the rumble and glitter of Times .Square, Yet with all the dazzle of the world metropollsea—New York, Paris and London, there is one impressive arena that time will not erase. It atanda out vividly with cameo like clearness. It was shout 20 years ago •n a aide wheel steamer pulling Into the levee at Cincinnati. Tha city hart MCbtart up for the night. Nothing before or alnea has been to breath faking to me • » (Copyright 1#I4J ' A . . . Ooodby!" She was speeding to the door. He sprang after her, and caught her. Her face flamed, and her eyes stabbed him like daggers. "These are pirate’s ways, I think! Release me!” “Arabella!" he cried on a note of pleading. "Are ye meaning It? Must T release ye? Must I let ye go and never set eyes on ye again? Or will ye stay and make this exile endurable until we can go home together? Och, ye're crying now! What have I said to have ye cry, my dear?" "I ... I thought you'd never say It,” she mocked him through her tears. “There was never, never any body hut you, Peter.” They had, of course, a deal to say thereafter, so much, indeed, that they sat down to say it, whilst time sped on, and Oovernor Blood forgot the duties of his office. He had reached home at last. His odyssey was ended. And meanwhile Colonel Bishop’s fleet had come to anchor, and the colonel had landed on the mole, a disgruntled man to he disgruntled further yet. He was accompanied ashore by Rord Julian Wade. A corporal’s guard was drawn up to receive him. and In advance of this stood Major Mallard and two others who were unknown to the deputy governor: one slight and elegant, the other big and brawny. Major Mallard advanced. "Colonel Bishop. T have orders to arrest you. Tour sword, sir!" Bishop stared, empurling. "What the devil’ Arrest me, d'ye say. Ar rest me?" “By order of the governor of .In maioa." said the elegant little roan behind Major Mallard. Rishop swung to him. "The governor? Tou're mad!" He looked from one to the other. "I am the governor.” "You were.” said the little man dryly. “But we've rhanged that in your absence. You’re broke for nfian donlng your post without due cause and therefore Imperiling the settle ment over which yon had charge It's a serious matter. Colonel Rishop. as you may find. Considering that you held your office from the govern ment of King James, It Is even pos slble that a charge of treason may lie against you. ft. rests with your successor entirely whether ye're hanged or not." Bishop rapped out an oath, and then, shaken bv a sudden fear: "Who the devil may you be?" he asked. "I am Rord Willoughhv. governor general of his majesty's rolonles In the West Indies. You were informed. I think, of my coming ” The remains of Bishop's anger fell from him like a cloak. He broke Into a sweat of fear. Rebind him Rord Julian looked on, bis handsome face suddenly white and drawn. "But, my lord—" began the colonel. “Sir, I am not concerned to hear your reasons." his lordship Interrupt ed harshly. "T ant on the point of sailing and I have not the time. The governor will hear you and no doubt deal justly by you." He waved to Major Mallard, and Bishop, a crum pled, broken man, allowed himself to be led away. To Rord Julian, who went with him, since none deterred him. Bishop expressed himself when presently he had sufficiently recovered. "This is one more item to the nr count of that scoundrel Blood," he said through his teeth. "My God, what a reckoning there will be when we meet!” Major .Mallard turned away his face that he might conceal his smile, and without further words led hint a pris oner to the governor's house that so long had been Colonel Bishop's own residence. He was left to wait under guard in the hall, whilst Major Mai lard went ahead to announce him. Miss Bishop was still with Beter Blood when Major Mallard entered His announcement startled them back to realities. "You will be merciful with him. You will spare him nil you ran for my sake. Peter," she pleaded. "To be sure I will," said Blood, "but I'm afraid the circumstances won't.” She effaced herself, escaping Into the garden and Major Mallard fetched the colonel. "Mis excellency, the governor, will see you now," said he. and threw wide the door. Colonel Bishop staggered in am! stood waiting. At the table sat a man of whom nothing was visible hut the top of a carefully curled, black head. Then this head was raised, and a pair of blue eyes solemnly regarded the pris oner. Colonel Hishop made a noise in his throat, and, stared into the face of his excellency, the deputy governor of Jamaica, which was the face of the man he had been hunt ing in Tortuga to his present undoing The situation was hest expressed to Lord Willoughby by Van der K . • len as the pair stepped aboard t.,« admiral's flagship. ■ Pt ■ s fery hoedIgal!" he said bliue eyes twinkling. "Oabdaln HI*"t.t Is fond of boedry—you remember do abble blossomfs. So? 11a, ha!" TIIK KXU. r'--“-\ Abe Martin •#» Remember when we used t’ sneer when th' other party had a political meetin’, an’ say, “Ther wuz only two or three hundred listened t' th' speech, an’ they wuz mostly wo men”? 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