THE SEA-HAWK
By Rafael Sabatini.
(OonMaaod from Aatardar.k
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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
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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
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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
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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."
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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*
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