THE SEA-HAWK By Rafael Sabatini. (OonMaaod from Aatardar.k "You . . . jrou moan Patrr?" ah* triad._ ''Alas!” he elged. She aat very etUl and white, look ing straight before her and not at all at filr Oliver. At length ehc spoke. "1 am not skilled In reading men," she said in a sad, mnall voice. "How should I be, that am but a maid who has led a cloistered life'.’ 1 was told of you that you were violent and passionate, a man of bitter enmities, easily stirred to hatreds, cruel and ruthless In the persecution of them. "You, too, have been listening to Sir John, he muttered, and laughed shortly. "All this was I told," she pursued as If he had not spoken, "and all did 1 refuse to believe because my heart W'as given to you. Yet . . . yet of wliat have you made proof today?” "Of forbearance," said he shortly. "Kurhearanre?” she echoed, and her lip* writhed in a smile of weary irony. "Surely you mock me"' He set himself to explain. "1 have told you what Sir John had done. I have told you that the (Trpatcr part of it—and matter all that touched my honor I know Sir John to have done lontr since. Vet I suf fered it In silence and contempt. Was that to show myself easily stirred to ruthlessness'' What was It but for bearance? When, however, he carries his peity huckster's rancor so far as to seek to choke for mo tny source of happiness In Itfe and sends your brother to affront me, 1 am still so forbearing that I recognize your brother to be no more than a tool and go straight to the hand that wielded him. Hecauae I know of your nffec THE NEBBS THE LITTLE GIANT Directed for The Omaha Bee by Sol Hes» /GOOD MO^Ntr^G. \ /NDGWDOQ- I'M A>\_L \ OUT OP Va/KTH2 fcGCXVN _ I'M TWL SfcV.ES- ) MPN ^LL ^Ght '. \ 1 COULD SELL V*wiP$ \to ta>c\ d©wees • X W\$M YOU'D UlvRE. 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SuT ‘"-^F WC COULOUT IJLCatch 'A\e. j &im ■- io - iti — i - w lion for Sir John I gave him such latitude n* no man of honor in Kflg land would have given him.'' Then seeing tlmt she still avoided hla regard still sat 1" that frozen attl tude of horror at learning that the man she loved had Imbrued his hands with the blood of another whom she jj Iso loved, his pleading quickened to a warmer note. He flung himself upon his knees beside her chair, and took in his great sinewy hands the slender Angers which she listlessly surrendered, "nose. ’ lie cried, sn Ills deep voice quivered with inter cession, "dismiss all that you have heard from out your mind. Con sider only this thing that lias hefa^rn. Suppose that Monel my brother ™mc to you, and that, having some niea sure of power and authority lo sup port him. he swore to you that you should never wed me, swore to pre vent this marriage because lie deem ed you such a woman as could not bear my name with honor to myself; and suppose that to ail this he added insult to the memory of your dead father, what answer would you re turn lilm? Speak. Rose1 Be honest with thyself and me. I teem yourself in my plaee. and say In honesty if you can still condemn me for what I have done. .Say If It differs much from what you would wish to do in such a case as I have named." Her eyes scanned nowr his upturned face, every line of which was plead ing to her and calling for impartial judgment. Her face grew troubled, and then almost fierce. She set her hands upon his shoulders, and looked deep Into his eyes. "You swear to me, Noll, that all is an you have told it to me—you have added naught, you have altered naught to make the tale more favor able to yourself?" "You need such oaths from me? he asked, and she saw sorrow spread upon his countenance. "If I did I shield not love thee, Noll. But In such an hour I need your own assurance. Will you not be generous and bear with me, strengthen ine to withstand anything that may be said hereafter? ■ As God's my witness. I have told you true in all," he answered solemn ly. She sank her head to bis shoulder. She was weeping softly, overwrought by this climax to ail that In silence and In secret she had suffered since he had come a-woolng her. "Then," she eald, "I believe you acted rightly. I believe with you that no man of honor could have acted otherwise. I must believe you, Noll, for did I not, then I could believe in naught and hope for naught. You are as a fire that has seized upon the better part of me and consumed It all to ashes that you may hold It In your heart I am content so you be true." "True I shall ever be, sweet near: he whispered fervently. "Could I be less since you are sent to make me so?" She looked at him again, and now she was smiling wistfully through her tears. "And you will bear w ith Peter?" she Implored him. "He shall have no power to anger me," he answered. "I swear that too. Do you know that but today he struck me?" "Struck you? Tou did not tell me that”' “My quarrel was not with him but with the rogue that sent him. I laughed at the blow. Was he not sacred to me?" "He is good at heart. Non.” she pursued. "In time he will come to love you as you deserve, and you will come to know that he. too. de sel-ves your love." "He deserves it now, for the love he bears to you " "And you will think ever that dur ing the little while of waiting that perforce must lie before us?" “I shall never think otherwise, sweet. Meanwhile 1 shall avoid him. and that no harm may come should he forbid me Godolphin Court I'll even stay away. In less than a year you will be of full age, and none may hinder you to come and go. What is a year, with such hope as mins to still Impatience?" She stroked his face. "Art very gentle with me ever. Noll,” she murmured fondly. "I cannot credit you are ever harsh to any, aa they say.” "Heed them not," he answered her. “I may have been something of al! that, but you have purified me. Rose. What man that loved you could be aught but gentle " He kissed her. and stood up. "I had best be going now," he said. "I shall walk along the shore towards Trefusls Point to morrow morning. If you should chance to be similarly- disposed. . ." She laughed, and rose in her turn. "I shall be there, dear Noll." “ 'T were best so hereafter." he assured her, smiling, and so took his leave. She followed him to the stair head, and watched him as he descended with eyes that took pride in the fine upright carriage of that Ftalwart, masterful lover. CHAPTER III. The Forge. Sir Oliver's wisdom in being the first to bear Rosamund the story- of that day'a happenings was established anon when Master Oodolphin returned Ain't It a Grand and Glorious Feeling ^rr By Briggs WHCnf, «3U4T 8BFOR6 CIO INI* OW j a lon6 euAiNess trip friemd WlFe PACsSktSMTS Vou UUiXW fJe/SVjTlFUL MOMOCJB^MSO I PAOW“AA-3 ' • BUT You cam wE^er 4eei* “to c.ct Tmcm t>ftoi»«m-Y ANO Comfoptabuy adjuvStbd 1 - - mmmmm — amO Tmev ^eervA To ' r it YOU A .t Them But uumstu You <3bt Back [ Hoiv\e amd Put om rue good QUO nightshirt- OH H-H POY ! AiM'T it A fiR R RAND AnD GLOR R-R RlOOS^FCeUM ? HH / »•' TVs Tata ! _ ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield Gone end Forgotten. (Nou'RESIMQINCj ''X/kOO » HAPPW LIKE,ABEKAS I WOO HAt>To IF "there was mo Such I Remim& me VW>UM5AS INCOME w / &N& SPOIL -\ AAV WHOLE ^ j-1 / OUT IY u)ON'Y BE U)M<4 | 'T'U OUWt.NOW.UOHBU l 'THE NEY.Y INCOME TAY \INSYAOMENY IS DUE;/ _II / 1 OUST COOU>KT\ St A Kit) Or \ Pour times IrV A ^R: y home. Ha went straight In ques' of Ilia sister; and In a frame of mind oppressed by fear and sorrow fr. .» John, by Ills general sense of di«c ■" - mure at the hand* of 8tr Oliver and the Hnger begotten of all this ne w s Hirsh In manner and disposed , heetor. "Madam," he announced abrupt , "Sir John Is like to die." The astounding answer *h» re' 11 ~ ed him—that Is. astounding to hln, • did not tend to soothe hit aorely ruffled spirit. "I know," ahe said. "And I bede.o him to deserve no less Who deal* In calumny should be prepared for the wage* of it," He stared at her In * long furious silence, then exploded Into oaths, and finally Inveighed against her unnstu alness and pronounced her bewitch'd by that foul dog TreaaUlan. "Jt is fortunate for me," she an swered him composedly, “that he wan here before you to give me the tru’ t of this affair." Then her assumed calm and the anger with which she had met his own all fell sway from her. "Oh, Peter, Peter.” ahe cried In anguish, "I hope that Sir John will recover. I am distraught by this event. But be just, I Implore you. Sir Oliver has told me how hard driven he had been." "He shall be driven harder yet *• Grid's my life! If you think this de» i shall go unpunished . . . She flung herself upon his breast and implored hyn to carry th e quarrel no further. She spoke of her love for Sir Oliver, and announced her firm resolve to marry him in de spite of all opposition that could be made, all of which did not tend to soften her brother's humor. Tet b•■/ cause of the love that ever had held these two In closest bonds he went so far In the end as to say the', should Sir John recover he would not 'himself pursue the matter further. But if Sir John should die—as we very likely—honor compelled him to seek vengeance of a deed to which he had himself so very largely contrii uted. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) g _a_ a New York --Day by Day By o. o. McIntyre. New York, April 1.—A page' frorr. the diary of a modern Samuel Pepy* Awake betimes and Invited myself to breakfast with Earl Carroll, who distraught about vagaries of actow* and In truth they do appear the mo* difficult to handle of all who labor for hire. So through the town again and a: my labors, but not for long, for ir wife, poor wretch, told me of a nee tie the shade I have long desired I And to the haberdasher's, and no only purchased tha t:e but six shirt* a dozen hose and a house robe, and arrived home In a blue funk over ay profligacy, having outdone myaeif in extravagances of lata. In tha afternon to Will Hogg s birthday party and much merriment and all away hoping h# has many more, for I deem him about the rarer »oul I know, as do all who know him well. N Early to bed, but aleep would not uimt, and so I lit a candle and read from Proverbs In great content until dawn pinked tha heavens. Up along tha Hudson near Tarry town Is ss mall Inn that atlU flaunts a weather beaten sign reading ,'Ellza-_ beth Flannagan—Her Hotel." Th^ ^A inn is the home of the drink that has become world renowned—the Ameri can cocktail. Oai lai lai Elizabeth Flannagan was a shrewd Irish woman who first gained a live lihood selling vegetables from a cart She finally saved enough to buy the little frame house that became an Inn. Across from her lived a quiet Eng lishman who raised game-cocks to break the monotony of expatriation. Elizabeth made a specialty of chicken dinners for coaches that wound their leisurely way on tha Post road. One night she ran out of chickens. She visited the Englishmans chicken house and purchased a game cock, lr tending to pay him back on the mor row. Unfortunately she took tha prize winner of hla flock. He went out at midnight and missed it and crossed the road In a towering rage. The game cock was roasting merrily on the spit. The feathers were on the floor. He recognized the cock's tall and went Into a rage. Elizabeth went behind the bar and fashioned him a drink and wiih Ironic courtesy placed it before him and said: "Drink to the cock's tall, your lordship." After a moment of furious hesitation he drank, forgave and |spread the story. And as the years j passed Into a century the cocktail [became a national libation. The old :nn la still there. Teddy Bauer died in a flrs that swept the Club Petrouschka. the first midnight supper club to exploit the P.ussian craze that followed the arri val of the Chauve Souris, Theodore Bauer was a man of letters. H:s club was for those who understood what he was trying to do—furnish an artistic haven for those who wsr.tgc^ cd a relax. The Club Petrouschka was not a noisy lax* haunt. It w s for ladies and gentlemen. A P s slan princess with pool dreaming eyes sang songs of the Russian steppes, t There were plaintive carols of gypsies and a sad-faced clown that brought a lump in the throat. There were samovars, bells that tolled as those once did on the Nevsky Prospect. It was a cross section of Russia of the days of the "little whits father" transplanted 3.000 miles away. Teddy Bauer and I were friend* Three dsvs before he died eo tragically he wrote me: "Come up some time. I have a singer here who is Jeritsa. Nordics. Caruso and Chaliapin all lr, one She sings not for money, but for tbs Icoe of song How few we have of them In this world." * ■ It seems to me we need more pic turesque dreamers in this crass age. There, for Instance, is Harry Ken p, vho willingly receives the sobriquet of "tramp poet." Just now he t« starting a new theater. He docs not try to sell stock to "gyp" his friends, tie wyy s frankly: "1 am looking for some self-effacing millionaire who will lend me a thousand dollar* with cer tain tv of it* loss. Mv play* w .11 not make money, but they will n .ke th* audience think, I hoped' ^ (Oeprrlsht, lSf» > P Farmers Plant (Fits. \ \ In this paction of tho puio horan planting their oat* cr\'p Situnlxy. :xml If iho wrifhor remptn* fnw «b!<* tho work will Iv \xwll tn lnv»l xx thin f% foxx ttix*. 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