J+aiiey momv P9. <^yJlcuntaiit/ 7 ^mce^ SKellejy Wees CHAPTER VIII—Continued He lifted her hand gently until >r the fact that I am an enlisted man in the navy, completely under the arbitrary control of any whim of my superior officers and subject to the restrictions of anyone on board a ship out of touch with land and such conveniences as mails. And now for Deborah's story. What she has told you, I do not know, as I mentioned before, but looking at the matter from her point of view, and trying to be Just and generous, I am forced to the conclu sion that whatever she told you must have been both exaggerated and bi ased. I was very much disturbed over the whole business, and spent all my shore leave when in San Francisco trying to find her and ex plain, but of course It was an impos sibility to do so. I don’t know whether It has oc curred to you, Mrs. Lamed, to think how completely Ignorant of the world and i^s ways Deborah Is. I was prepared, of course, for a cer tain amount of unsophistication, knowing to some extent how she had been brought up, but I did not real ize that any girl could possibly, in this day and age, have remained so entirely unaware of all trends of modern times. I grant you that it must have been difficult for her to come down alone to meet me, and perhaps if I had known just how dif ficult, if I had realized Deborah’s state of mind and lack of under standing of modern life as It Is lived, I should have been able to overcome her objections and explain away her difficulties. As it was, I could do nothing. Deborah was in a state of frantic terror before I had a chance to see her at all. and by the time I reached her, she was beyond ordi nary reasoning. Even as it was, l might nave been able to overcome Deborah's childish terrors had It not been for the abso lutely unwarranted interference of some unknown person in the law yer's office. Deborah will probably have mentioned him to you, and made some satisfactory explanation as to her conduct. 1 was certainly pained Rnd astonished to discover that she had so little good taste as to be willing to take up at once with a stranger. The fact of Mr. Hol worthy’s presence was all that rec onciled me to leaving her, angry as I was. The really serious question be tween us Is that of your husband's will and Deborah’s estate. With my copy of the will 1 have consulted a lawyer, and it is his opinion that under certain circumstances we might make a fight for the estate that would ultimately prove success ful. The circumstances are, of course, a marriage between Deborah and myself which would take place with your approval. This, unless there are aspects of the case with which 1 am not familiar, seems to me to be, from your point of view, an abso lute necessity. I have examined the list of securities named in the will as the source of your present income, and, as you doubtless know only too well, most of them are completely worthless. How you have managed for the past few years is a mystery, and may possibly explain Deborah's appearance and obvious lack of ad vantages. In any case, no mitigation of your circumstances may arrive except through me, and although I am deeply hurt and mortified, not to mention my disappointment and the general disruption of my plans, 1 am willing, for the sake of the | frtaatahlp which has existed between our families for so long, to do what I can to make things easier for you. I have obtained from my com mander an extended leave of ab sence, and I am leaving San Diego tomorrow morning to drive up the coast to your home. You may ex pect me at the latest by Wednesday noon, unless I meet with unexpected difficulties along the road. Yours sincerely, STUART OGDEN GRAHAM. Bryn folded the letter. Tubby thrust his hands Into his pockets and began to saunter up and down the room, whistling beneath his breath. Simon put his hands be hind his head and stared at the celling. Sally was trembling with excitement and clutching Simon’s knee, and Madeline walked slowly across and dropped down beside Deborah. “Well,” Tubby said, buttoning his coat and squaring his shoulders. “If he’s got to be kept away, lie’s got to be kept away, and that’s all there Is to It. After all, there are four men of us here, and Burch. Five against one. That ought to be easy.” “You talk as If we were going to fight about it,” Sally said tearfully. “With guns. It Isn’t half as blun dering or easy as that.” “Not half,” Madeline echoed. “This is going to he strategy. And strategy, Tubby, never was your strong point, if you will remember.’ She smiled up at him, a warm ten der smile that made him blink and look as if he saw her for the first time. ’’But you’re a darling. Tubby, and you’re loyal and strong, and worth a lot more than one of those slippery strategists.” “Well, gee,” Tubby said, bewil dered, and sat down. “We might bar the road,” Tubby said hopefully. “But a gate across it, you know." “Somebody would have to guard It, of course,” Bryn said thought fully. “And he'd want to know why he couldn’t pass. If I stayed there myself and had a talk with him, explaining the situation, it might help; hut I wouldn't trust him not to pretend to go away and then to sneak back when we weren’t watch ing just to see what harm he could do.” “What you’re hinting at," Tubby said boldly, “la that we’ve got to capture him, then, and dispose of him finally, once and for nil. Mur der, I suppose. Of course, it doesn’t matter. Any of us would gladly oblige, but It would be nice to know your plans first. We might draw lots to see who would stab him. That's the fairest way, really.” “What we’ve got to do," Bryn said, disregarding Tubby, “is to let him come here, all unsuspecting; hut we’ve got to know ahead of time. We've got to let him come here to make sure of getting our hands on him. Inside our own gates we can be sure of being un disturbed." "I know," Deborah said suddenly. “Joe.” “Joe?” She turned to Bryn. “Yes. Joe Is our nearest neighbor’s boy. Before you came,” she explained, "when Joe’s father brought us any mail from town, or anything we didn’t expect, he used to sound a call on a horn he has there. A klhd of hunting bugle he made himself out of a deer-horn. He's terribly proud of it, and he loves to do It. He’s taught Joe, too, and you can hear it for miles. Why not . . . why not have Joe watch the road? Noth ing could get past him, especially If you told him enough to make him see how serious It was. And the minute he sees the car he can sound the horn, and we’ll have al most fifteen minutes to prepare." “Well, there you are," Bryn said, smiling down at Deborah. “We’re all right, aren’t we?” ‘“We’re ... all right,” Deborah said, and her lashes dropped to her cheek at the look In his eyes. Bryn, very boldly, had proposed a starlit walk to Deborah, and to his surprise she had made no excuse. She had been pale and weary after the excitement of the letter, and now that some solution had been reached, she put it behind her with relief. She walked along beside him in silence, holding to her face, from time to time, the sheaf of clove-pinks he had gathered for her beside the walk. Their perfume, heady and sweet, drifted up to him. “It’s a beautiful night,’’ he said steadily. “Yes.” “What’s it like up here in the winter time, Deborah?” "Oh," site replied, “it’s beautiful. I love It. We get ever so much snow, just here In the valley, but it doesn’t last long. When It comes, it makes me think of Lorna Doone. Do you remember? When the snow was so heavy and thick, and they were all winter-bound?" “What do you do with yourself when you are snow-bound?” “There was always plenty to do. Mending, you know, nnd sewing, and keeping the house in order." “But in the evenings?” She glanced up at him. “Some times It is a little dull,” she said. “But Joe's father brought us a load of logs each fall, and we would put one on the fire, Gary and I, nnd sit beside it rending. Or playing chess." "It sounds very pleasant," Bryn said. “We’ll get a radio tills win ter, shall we? And how about a kitten or two? A hearth Isn't real ly complete without a kitten." She murmured something under her breath. Bryn bent toward her. “I beg your pardon?” “I said," she replied, lifting her voice, "I said, you would probably be bored. The road will be Impass able as soon as the rains set In. You will find it very dull, shut away from the world for so long.” "No," he said. “I'd be looking at you.” She caught her breath. "You'd . . . you’d get tired of that.” *Td never get tired of looking at you. Don't you know how beauti ful you are, Deborah? You’re the prettiest thing in the world.” "Oh, no. No, I’m not." She bent her hend and lifted the pinks to her lips. She held them there, silent. “Deborah.” "Yes?” ”Do you . . . like me at all?” She did not answer. Bryn could hear his own heart pounding. Ho waited. She stirred. "You have been more than kind to me," she said, "and to Grandmother, too. I am very grateful." She put her hands be side her on the wall and Jumped lightly down. “1 think we ought to go In." she said quickly. She did not speak on the way back to the house, except to mur mur "Thank yon” as he held the door. Once Inside she went directly up the stairs, quickly, as If she wanted to get away from him. For a long time Bryn stood at the foot of the stairs, thinking, won dering, remembering. Then, slow ly, he went on up, and down to Tubby’s room. Bryn shut the door behind him and sat down uninvited, lie looked at Tuhby. "You do u lot of think ing these days," he said couiiuis erately. “it must he quite hard on you." "Huh,” Tubby retorted, meeting Ids gaze, "you don't look any too peaceful yourself. And yet, here am 1, doing at least half your think ing for you, and damn' near all the worrying. I.ord, you’re slow, Bryn. 1 never saw anything like it. 1 suppose you haven't told her yet how you feel about her, have you? Using the correct technique?” "What do you mean?” "Well, one of the first rules Is for a gentleman to confess his tender pussion tirst. 1 suppose you had sense enough to do that?” Bryn drew a deep breath. “I don’t know. 1 can't remember. 1 don’t think so. What 1 wanted was to find out how she felt. 1 know how I feel.” “There you go, old dunderhead. She doesn’t know how you feel, does she? That is, you couldn't expect her to be any more sensible than you, under the circumstances, and you're as blind as an owl. So you just asked the girl where she stood and omitted to mention your own state of affections first? Bright boy. Women love that kind of thing. It gives them so much ground to stand on.” Bryn gazed at him dazedly. Tub by groaned. He reached over to the table beside him and lifted Pi lar’s letter, open, its words leaping out from the page. “Reud that,” he commanded. “If anything can sober you up, this will.” “I don’t want to read It. It husn’t anything to do with me.” "That’s Just what you'd like to think. Let me tell you, my son. It muy be addressed to me, but If I hadn’t been here with you, I’d nev er have seen It She knows darn well that I’ll pass the word on to you.” “What word?” “Take it. Head it.” Bryn took it, and sighed, but set tled down to it. My dear Tubby: I do hope you are having a pleas ant visit away up there In the moun tains. I must say I was completely taken by surprise to hear that you had gone, and without telling any one your address! But Bryn natur ally would not care to have the world know the location of his Idyl lic retreat. Isn't It romantic? I think it Is too thrilling, and together with every one else, I can scarcely wait to meet his bride. I hear she Is very beautiful and completely charming, and 1 am so glad for Bryn. Do give him my kindest regards, and give Deborah my love. Affectionately, PILAU. Bryn looked up. "How does she know Deborah’s name? How does she know you’re here with us?” “I'll bet a nickel she searched the records of the license bureau for the answer to your first question. And for the other, Sally and Simon left a forwarding address. Pilar would get what she wanted or die in the attempt.” "Well, why shouldn’t she?” Bryn demanded. “She should have been told, us fur as that goes. I thought you would tell her something to sat isfy her. She’s one of the gang, isn’t she, and. after all, we did go around together pretty steadily. Tubby. If she’s upset, I don’t blame her much. It would have been only common courtesy on my purt to write and tell her the whole story, but it was too damntnj awkward. I tried." (TO UK CONTINUED) Torpedoe* Under Water A submarine Is armed with torpe does which can be fired while sub merged, aim being taken by means of a periscope, which alone Is vis ible to the surface craft being at tacked. When a torpedo Is tired from u submarine, the outer door of the torpedo tube opens and wa ter pours In up to the Inside door of the tube. In order to reload the tube the outer door Is closed, the Inner door opened and the water In the tube rushes into the bilges of the submarine and Is pumped out. Adventurers By FLOYD GIBBONS Famous Headline Hunter. IT ISN’T often that heroes get the medals they deserve for thei: •I brave deeds, hut here’s one that did. He is John Garnish of Brooklyn, N. Y., and if the reward is any criterion of the deed, John must have done the most heroic act of the century. He got, not just one medal, but two. And in addition, he was presented with a gold watch and two life saving certificates. Now I've got you wondering what a man could do to deaerve all that stuff for one act of heroiam. Well, John just threw away his life, that’s all. Hs just tossed it out on the waters—chucked it into the laps of the Fates. And it was nothing but dumb luck— or maybe an act of Providence—that it came floating back to Him. It was September 9, 1922. The Lamport and Holt line steamship Eu clid picked up an S O S call from the Hamburg-American liner Harmonia. It was (l a. m. and a storm was raging In the Hay of Biscay, through which the Euclid was plowing Its way, hut the SOS was urgent—the llarmonla was sinking rapidly—and the Euclid was only a few hours' run away. The skipper ordered the ship about and set the men who were off duty to lowering all available Jacob's ladders over the side and making them fast. Stricken Ship Wallows in the Heavy Seas. John Oarnish was a ttreman on the Euclid. He was one of the men off duty and working on the Jacob’s ladders, lie saw the whole rescue from start to finish, and wound up by getting right Into the thick of It The Euclid reached the Harmonia at 9:30 a. m. after having fought ita way through a aea that had seriously injured one of the sailors. “What a sight she was,” says John. “I have been through the World war In the merchant marine—have seen ships torpedoed and sunk—have watched oil tankers burst Into flame, drop out of the convoy and go to the bottom. But the Harmonia is one ship I’ll never forget. “As we approached her, she was lying on her starboard side, her rails almost In the water. The lifeboats on her port side were useless on ac count of the list. Of the starboard boats, only a few had been able to get away because of the henvy sen. We saw dozens of corpses floating In the water. Hut the storm made It Impossible for us to lower our own boats. We could only stand by and wait. Craven Crew Seeks Refuge in Life Boats. "A lifeboat from the llarmonla came toward ns. und our skipper saw that It was tilled with members of the crew. He ordered them to go hack Six Men in a Little Boat Reached the Sinking Liner. and rescue women and children. Instead, they scrambled and fought for the ladders until our skipper brought the ship around to the weather side and their boat was swamped by the heavy sea.” It was one of those disgraceful things that happen ever so often in sea disasters. The captain of the Euclid gave orders to fish the panic-stricken sailors out of the water, and turned to the chief officer. "I won’t order my men to take a boat out in that •ea,” he said, “but if any of them want to volunteer, they can go ahead.” John (larnish heard him say that. So did another fireman. Both of them volunteered on the spot. John wasn’t the only hero on that boat that day, nor the only man to earn—and deserve—watches, life-saving cer tificates and a Hock of medals. Three more sailors and the chief officer Joined with them, and they lowered a boat Into the raging sea. Heroic Volunteers Risk Lives in Desperate Rescue Venture. The wind and waves buffeted the little boat about like a cork. The six men In her were tossed high In the air on the crest of every wave until it seemed little short of miraculous that their cockleshell boat wasn't cap sized and Hwnmped. They fought like fiends against the power of the Atlantic, and at length they reached the stricken liner. “We came close under her stern,” says John, “and soon dis covered that this was a mistake, for the sea was washing up on her well deck. We pulled out again, and came back in amidships. I caught one of her port holes with a boat hook, and a sailor grabbed one of the blocks that was dangling over the side of her davits. Passengers now started Jumping from ths saloon deck. Many of them missed the boat and landed in the water, but w« got them. We started back for our ship loaded down with 40 peo ple, and I never thought we’d be able to make it. "Hnlf way between the two ships we saw an upturned bont with four women and a little girl clinging desperately to the bottom. It was a piti able sight, hut we could do nothing until we had unloaded our passengers. However, we reached the ship safely, got all our people aboard, und then set out to aid the upturned boat.” John Rated a Flock of Medals for This Feat. That was the most terrible part of the whole adventure. The men at the oars were already exhausted by their grueling trip to the Harmonla, but they rowed on until they reached the upturned lifeboat. After a bitter fight they got there—pulled the castaways into their boat and brought them safely back to the ship. Then, the brave crew of that little boat dragged themselves aboard the Eu clid with the cheers of the people they had rescued ringing in their ears. Ollier ships hegnn appearing on the scene now, and helped with the rescue work. The Harmonla sank, and the captain, the last man aboard, was rescued by the crew of the Kingsford Castle. But a hundred lives hud been lost in the excitement and panic that reigned aboard the stricken vessel before the Euclid had reached the scene. <£> WNUServIr*. 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