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THE SEA-HAWK ] Part Two By Rafael Sabatini. L I _ -J << miMniird From Yesterday.) "Walt,” he said. "Thoq'lt choose an other mark for several reasons. For one, I'll not have thy shaft blundering through by oarsmen and haply kill • ir.g one of them. Most of them are slaves specially chosen for their brawn, and I cannot spare any. An other reason is that the mark is a foolish one. The distance is not more than ten paces. A childish lest, which, maybe, is (he reason why thou hast chosen it.” Marzak lowered his how and Sakr el-Bahr released ills arm. They looked at each other, tho corsair supremely master of himself and smiling easily, no faintest trace of the terror that was in his soul showing upon ills swarthy bearded countenance or in his hard pale eyes. He pointed up the hillside to the nearest olive tree, a hundred paces distant, “yonder,” he said, "is a man’s mark. Put me a shaft through the long branch of that first olive.” Asad and his officers voiced approval. ,”A man’s mark, indeed,” said ihe Basha, "so that he be a marksman.” But Marzak shrugged his shoulders With make believe contempt. “I knew he would refuse the mark 1 set,” said he. “As for the olive branch, it is so large a butt that a child could not miss it at this distance.” "If a child could not, then thou shouldst not,” said Sakr-el-Bahr, who had so placed himself that his body was now between Marzak and the pal metto bale. "Bet us see thee hit it, O Marzak.” And as he spoke he raised his cross-bow, and scarcely seemhig to lake aim, he loosed Ids shaft. It flashed away to lie checked, quiver ing, in the branch he had indicated. A chorus of applause and admira tion greeted Ihe shot, and drew the attention of all Ihe crew to what was toward. Marzak tlgbiencd ids lips, realizing p« how completely he had been outwit ted. Willy-nilly he must now shoot at that mark. The choice had been taken out of his iiands by Sakr-el J3ahr. lie never doubted that he must cover himself with ridicule in the per formance, and that there he would be constrained to abandon this pre tended match. "By the Koran.” said Blskaine. "thou’lt need all thy skill to equal such a shot, Marzak.” " 'Twas not the mark I chose,” re-^ piled Marzak sullenly. "Thou wert the challenger, O Mar zak,” his father reminded him. "Therefore the choice of mark was his. He chose a man’s mark, and by the heard of Mohammed, he showed us a man'? shot.” Marzak would have flung the how from him in I hat moment, abandon ing the method lie had chosen to in vestigate the contents of that sus ^ - ■■■ — ~ ' " \ New York --Day by Day .__J By O. O. MTNTYRB. New York, June 4.—He had lived hard and dangerously and middle age found him burnt out physically. His doctor gave him six months when he asked for the truth. Three weeks ago he Invited 11 of his friends to his bachelor apartment for dinner. It. was perhaps one of the most lavish dinners ever given in a city where fine feasts are common. The table was a bower of rare orchids. The service was gold. There were cocktails, old vintage wine and rare cordials. And especially made ?5 cigar*. At each plate was s souvenir— monograinmbd gold cigarel case for the men and diamond studded cigaret holders for the ladies. The host sat at the head of the table, his face drawn from ever present pain hut apparently enjoying every moment. When coffee hail been served lie arose. ‘ This little dinner." he said, "is the nature of a farewell. Kach one of you has been a loyal friend in good times and bad. I am con templating a very long journey. II is quite possible that after tonight I shall see you no more. "Fortune has been very kind to' me. I have received many good cards anil a few had. In a way I have made a mess of my life, ypt if I had it to live over again 1 do not know that I would have it changed. J do not want you, my friends, to think me whining. "All my life I have tried to he what the world calls ‘a good fellow.’ There are many who' scoff at the term. It might not. be much of an ambition, but. I found it worth while. So I ni going to ask you to rise and raise your glasses to a gqod fellow who Is going away.” And three mornings later they folind him In bed cold In death. — An actor who lives at Freeport. I, I., wound up a rather convivial evening by Inviting two other actors at. a club to accompany him home. - He waxed enthusiastically elver his ' wife's cooking and explained, no mat ter how late he came home with friends, she was always pleased to get up and fix a meal. The actors demurred, hut he coaxed them Into going. All the way home he bubbled with praise for his wife. When the party arrived, lie called to bis wife: "flet up, dear, I have brought some friends for a bite to eat.” A glo'werlng. kimona etad figure appeared In the doorway. “Where did you pick those bums?” she in quired. "But my dear—” "Don't ‘my dear' me"—and with that she hurled a vase fhat caught him flush on the Jaw and h» dropped. In a few momenta lie opened one partially glazed eye to hla com panlons and aald: ".lolly little woman. A1 way a clowning” A pedeatrlan on West Frfrty-ser ond street heard a plltik of giasa and a zing against Ida hat. He waa passing a golf school and an am bltious pupil had sent a hall driving through the plate glass window In front. On the Bowery at Delancey street stands a. in foot granite abaft. It la a memorial erected to the memory of "Little Tim” Sullivan. The Bcfw ery la devoted to the hruaque little Irishman who gave hla time and money to help the down and outers. Kenmare street, west of the Bowery, was named in honor of "Big Tim” Sullivan's mother. It was the name ^ of the place she came from In Ire land. Chinatown Is soliciting subscrip lions for an appropriate memorial to the late "Chuck" Connors. It Is planned to have a bronze statue of the former bowery mayor wearing hla cocked to one side derby and his htg pearl huttoned coal. "Chuck" csised away about 10 years ago. (Copyright, 1124.) plcious palmetto hale; but lie realized that such a course must now cover him with scorn. Slowly he leveled his bow at that distant mark. "Have a care of the sentinel on the hilltop," Sakr-el-Bahr admonished him, provoking a titter. Angrily the youth drew the bow. The cord hummed, and the shaft sped to bury itself in the hill's flank a dozen yards from the mark. Since he was the son of the Basha none dared to laugh outlight save his father and Sakr-el-Bahr. But there was no suppressing s titter to express the mockery to which the proven braggart must ever be ex posed. Asad looked at him, smiling almost sadly. "See now,” he said, "what comes of boasting thyself against Sakr-el-Bahr.” "My will was crossed in the mattef of a. mark,” was the bitter answer “You angered me and made my aim untrue.” Sakr-el-Bahr. strode away to the starboard bulwarks, deeming the mat ter at an end. Marzak observed him. “Yet at that small mark,” he said, “I challenge him again.” As he spoke he fitted a second shaft in his bow. "Behold!" he cried, and took aim. But swift as thought, Sakr-el-Bahr —heedless now of all consequences— leveled at Marzak the bow which he still liqjd. “Hold!” he roared. “Loose thy shaft at that bale, and I loose ibis at thy throat. I never miss!" he added grimly. There was a startled movement In the ranks of those who stood behind Marzak. Ill speechless amazement they stared at Sakr-el-Bahr. as he stood there, white faced, his eyes aflasli, his bow drawn taut and ready to launch that death laden quarrel as he threatened. Slowly then, smiling witli unutter able malice, Marzak lowered his bow. He was satisfied. His true aim was reached. He had drawn his enemy into self betrayal. Asad's was the voice that shattered that hush of consternation. "Kellamuilah!" he bellowed. "What is this? Alt thou mad, too, O Sakr el-Bahr?” "Ay, mad Indeed," said Marzak "mad with fear." And he stepped quickly aside so that the body of Biskaine should shield him from any sudden consequences of his next words. “Ask him what he keeps in that pannier, O my father." "Ay. what, in Allah’s name?” d* manded the Basha, advancing towards ids captain. Sakr-el-Bahr lowered his bow, mas ter of himself again. His composure was beyond all belief. "I carry In it goods of price, which I’ll not see riddled to please a pert boy,” he said. "Goods of price?" echoed Asad, with a snort. "They'll need to be of price indeed that are valued above the life of my son. Let us see these goods of price.” And to the men upon the waist-deJk he shouted, "Open me that pannier." Sakr el Bahr sprang forward, and laid a hand upon the Basha's arm. "Stay, my lord!" he entreated a I most fiercely. “Consider that this pan nier is my own. That its contents are my property; that none has a right to . . “Wouldst babble of right to me, who am thy lord?" blazed the Basha. now In a towering passion. "Open me that pannier, I say.” They were quick to his bidding. The ropes were slashed away, and the front of the pannier fell open on its palmetto hinges. There was a half repressed chorus of amazement from the men. Sakr el Bahr stood frozen in horror of what must follow. “What is it? Whdf have you found?" demanded Asad. In silence the men swung the bale about, and disclosed to the eyes of those upon the poop deck the face and form of Rosamund Godolphin Then Sakr-el-Bahr, rousing himself from his trance of horror, reckless of all but her, flung down the gang way to assist her from the pannier, and thrusting aside those who stood about her, took his stand at her side. CHAPTER XV*. The Dupe. for a little while Asad stood at gaze, speechless In hia incredulity. Then to revive the anger that for a moment had been whelmed In aston inhment came the reflection that he had been duped by Sakr el Bahr, duped by the man he trusted most. He had snarled at Eenztleh and scorned Marzak when they had Jointly warned him against his lieutenant; if at times he had been in danger of heeding them,, yet sooner or later he had concluded that they but spoke to vent their malace. And yet it was proven now that they had been right in their estimate of this traitor, whilst lie himself had been a poor, blind dupe, needing Marzak’s wit to tear the bandage from his eyes. Slowly he went down the gangway, followed by Marzak. Biskaine and the others. At the point where it joined the waist deck he paused, end his dark old eyes smoldered under his beetling brows. "So?" he snarled. “These are thy The Days of Real Sport -^v ^ ’££s goods of pries. Thou lying dog. what was thine aim in this?" Defiantly ftakr-el Bahr answered hint: "She is my wife. It is my right to take her with me where I go." He turned to her. and bade her veil her faee, and she immediately obeyed hint with fingers that shook a little in her agitation. "None questions thy right to that." said Asafl. "But being resolved to take her with thee, why not. take her open ly? Why tvan she not housed In the poop house, as becomes the wife of Sakr-e!>Bahr? Why smuggle her aboard in a pannier, and keep her there in secret?" "And why.” added Marstak, "didst thou lie to me when I questioned thee upon her w hereabouts?—telling me she wan left behind in thy house in Algiers?" "All this I did," replied Sakrel Rahr, with a lofty—almost a disdain ful—dignity, "because I feared lest T should bo prevented from beating her away with me." and his bold glance, beating full upon Asad, drew a wave of color into the gaunt old cheeks "What could have caused that fear?" he asked. "Shall t tell thee? Because no man sailing upon such a voyage as this would have desired the company of his new wedded wife. Because no man would take a wife with him upon a raid in which there is peril of life and peril of capture.1' “Allah has watched over me his servant in the past,” said Sakr-el Bahr, “and l put my trust In him.” It was a specious answer. Such words—laying stress upon the vic tories Allah sent him—had aforetime served to disarm his enemies. But they served not now. Instead, they did hut fan the flames of A>ad's wrath. "Blaspheme not," he croaked, and his tall form quivered with rage, his sallow old face grew vulturine. "She was brought thus aboard In secret out of fear that were her presence known thy true purpose too must stand re vealed." _ "And whatever that true purpose may have been," put in Marzak, "it was not the task entrusted thee of raiding the Spanish treasure galley " " ’T Is what I mean, my son." AsmT agreed. Then with a commanding gesture: "Wilt thou tell me without lies what* thy purpose was?" he asked. (To he Continued Tomotyw 1 THE NEBBS INTO THE NIGHT. 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