THE SEA-HAWK 1 Fir«t#rN •«?•»«!*pirtur«. Part Two By Rafael Sabatini. (Continued From Yesterday.) Lionel stared at him in profound *'st amazement. "Do you mock me: he asked at length. "Why should I inock you on such • matter?” "la It not to mock mi to suggest a way for my deliverance?” Sakr-el-Bahr laughed, and he mocked now in earnest. ]le set hie left foot upon the rower's stretcher, and leaned forward and down his el bow upon his raised knee so that his lace was close to Lionel’s. "Kor your deliverance?” said he. "(iod'S life! Lionel, your mind was ever one that could take In naught but your own self- ’T Is that has made a villain of you. Your deliver nice! God’s wounds! Is there none but yourself whose deliverance 1 might desire? Look you now. I want >ou to ewim to Sir John'S ship ami bear him word of the presence here ut this galeasse and that Rosamund Is aboard It. 'T is for her that 1 am concerned, and so little for you that should you chance to he drowned In t lie attempt my only regret will be ihat the message was not delivered. Will you undertake that swim? It Is >our one sole chance short of death itself of escaping from the rowers’ bench. Will you go?” "But how?” demanded Lionel, still mistrusting him. "Will you go?” his brother in sisted. "Afford me the means and I will,” was the answer. "Very well,” Sakr-el Behr leaned nearer still. “Naturally It will be sup posed by all who are watching us that 1 am goading you to desperation. Act, then, your part. Up, and attempt to strike me. Then when I return the blow—and I shall strike heavily that no make-believe may be suspected— collapse on your oar pretending to swoon. Ueave the reat to me. "Now," he added sharply, and on the word rose With a Anal laugh of derision as if to take his departure. But Lionel was quick to follow the Instructions. He leaped up In hie bonds, and reaching out ss far aa they would permit him, he struck bakr-el-Bahr heavily upon the face. On his side, too, there was to be no make-believe apparent. That done he sank down with a clank of shackles to the bench again, whilst every one of his fellow slaves that faced his way looked on with fearful eyes. 3akr-el-Bahr was seen to reel under the blow, and Instantly .there was n commotion on board. Blskaine leaped io his feet with a half cry of aston ishment; even Asad’s eyes kindled with Interest at so unusual a sight as that of a galley slave attacking a corsair- Then with a anarl of anger, the snarl of an enraged beast almost, .Skr-el-Bahr's great arm was swung aloft and his fist descended like a hammer upon Lionel's head. /-s Neu) York -•Day by Day ■■ ■ — —/ By O. O. M'INTYRE. New York, June 12.—The Rialto dutm It Chorine Court. It Is a block on West Forty-seventh street between Broadway and Sixth avenue, that houses hundreds of New York chorus girls. The block is the comb of a monstrous beehive riddled with tiny i ells and tilled with paint, powder— and honey. The street is dotted with about 15 small hotels—most of them shabby, dim-lit and not inclined to question ing. All about bloom beauty parlors, quick lunch emporiums, upstairs mil linery shops and down stairs modiste salons. It is attuned to vanity. Just now the Rialto is In the throes of a summer slump. And Chorine Court arouses from sluggish sleep at .2 In the afternoon instead of ,noon. The pavements All with the hastily blessed airing white kiyoodles. Made, Daisy and Pearl Are greeting life with a yawn. Around 3 o'clock faces are unpowd ered and unroughed. It ia not until around 4 that curl* gliaten from the Iron of beauty ahops and cheeks and lipa acquire the artificial acarlet. They are preparing for the evening and Chorine Court takes on a bird like swiftness. It is a jaunty crew—these blithe young ladies who form the hoop-la of Gotham's merry merry. They have put their hearts to Die hurdles and if they fail w> make them they are not Inclined to moan and fold their hands. They face genteel starva tion gracefully and with a laugh. Chorine Court is a world of youth itnchaperoned. Yet at times they seem more honest toward lifa than their more fortunate flapper sisters who chase new fox trot atepa and t>uige with desire to be cuddled in some dark corner of the tea room. There are approximately S.000 chorus girls in New York. At least *o per cent of them have married unhappily. The remaining percent age are those who expected big ca reer* on the atage out found they could not make the grade. Talent oocea from odd places. An ad in a New York theatrical paper reads: "A-l baritone, double Trom bone, desire* permanent location. A No. 1 furniture man; Kansas l.icanled embaimer and professional piano tuner. A. F. A A. M. Krlc N. Peiersen, Sylvan Grove, Kan." „ I Thera ta another specialist also who modeatly ‘heralds htmaelf a* follow*: "Trap drummer, Joka mak er, cornet and zither. Can fill in as buck and wing or female Imperson atlon*. Only season engagement will be considered," The woman of the future I* going to he bald. Eighteen coiffure spe cialist* agree on thl*. They declare bobbed hair has resulted In a tight atyle of millinery that la fatal to (he root* of the hair. All ready they »av thousand* of New York women are taking scalp treatments for falling hair. Ht ill nearly all continue 1o bob the hair—young anil old. Great wealth's nonchalance leaves to» quit* flabbergasted. I was In a dub tha other day when a member iec*lved a sudden aummona to sail for Europe In a week. Ha went to 'he telephone and called up his tailor. "I want a dozen suit* In a week—all hnalneaa suits, two evening suite, three golf suits and a cutaway." n* ordered. He left the entire selection to hl« tailor. He then called up hie vslet and told him to arrange for a royal aulte on a liner And to attend to hl» parking and returned to hie bridge. It was all as simple as though he had received a message Inviting him out to lnnch. iCopj rlf ht, 1*24.> * . ... ....... I- s Lionel sank forward under the lilow, his senses swyimming. Hakr-el Bahr’s arm swung up a second time. "Thou dog!” he roared, and then checked, perceiving I list Lionel ap peared to have swooned. He turned and btilowed for Vigl tello and his mates in a voice that was hoarse with passion. Vlgitello lcame at a run, a couple of his men at his heels. "Unshackle me this carrion, and heave it overboard,” waa the harsh order. ”I,et tha! serve as an example to the othsrs. Let them learn thus the prlv" of mutiny in their lousy ranks. To it. 1 say.” Away sped a man for hammer and chisel. He returned with them at once. Four sharp metallic blows rang out, and Lionel was dragged forth from his place to the gangway deck. Here he revived, and screamed for mercy as though he were to be drowned in earnest. Biskaine chuckled tinder the awn Ing, Asad looked on approvingly, Rosamund drew back, shuddering, choking, and near to fainting from sheer horror. She saw Lionel borne struggling in the arms of the boaawaln’a men to the starboard quarter, and Hung over the side with no more compunction or care than had he been so much rubbish. She heard the final acream of ttrror with which he vanished, the splash of his fall, and then in the ensuing silence the laugh of Sakr-el Bahr. For a spell she stood there with horror and loahting of that renegade corsair in her eoul. Her mind was bewildered and confused. She sought to restore order in It, that she q|ight consider this fresh deed of his, this act of wanton brutality and fratri cide. And all that she could gather was the firm conviction that hither to he had cheated her; he had lied when lie swore that his aim waa to effect her deliverance- It waa not In such a nature to know a gentle mood of penitence for a wrong done. What might be his purpose she could not yet perceive, but that it waa an evil one she never doubted, for no purpose of his cmtld .be aught but evil. So overwrought waa she now that she forgot all Lionel’s sins, and found her heart filled with compassion for him hurled in that brutal fashion to his death. And then, quite suddenly a shout rang out from the forecastle. "He is swimming;” “Where? Where?” he cried, and sprang to the bulwarks. “Yonder!” A man was pointing. Others had joined him and were peer ing through the gathering gloom at the moving object that was Lionel's head and the faintly visible swirl of water about it which Indicated that he swam. “Out to sea!” cried Sakr-el-Bahr. “He'll not awim far in any case. But we will shorten his road for him." He snatched a cross-bow from the rack about the mainmast, fitted a shaft to it and took aim. On the point of loosing the bolt he paused. ‘‘Marzak!'' he called “Here, thou prince of marksmen, is a butt for thee!” “Come now,” cried Sakr-el-Bahr. “Take up thy bow!” "If tliou delay much longer," put in Asad, "he will be beyond thine aim. Already he is scarcely visible." "The more* difficult ix butt, then.” answered Sakr-el-Bahr. who was but delaying to gain time. "The keener test. A hundred philips, Marzak. that thou'It not hit me that head in three shots, and that I'll sink him at the first! Wilt tak^the wager?” “The unbeliever is forever peeping forth from thee,” waa Marzak'a dig nifled reply- “(lames of chancs are forbidden by the prophet.” "Make haste, man!” cried Asad “Already I can scarce discern him Loose thy quarrel.” "Pooh," was the disdainful answer. "A fair mark still for such an eye as mine. I never miss—not even in the mark.” "Vain boasler." said Marzak. "Am I so?” Sakr el-Bahr loosed his shaft at last into the gloorn, and peered after It following Its (light, which was wide of the direction of the swimmer's head. "A hit!” he cried brazenly. "He’s gone!” "I think I see him still," said one "Thine eyes deceive thee in this light. N’o man was ever known to swim with an arrow through his brain.” "Ay.” put in Jasper, who stood be hind Hakr el Bahr. "Me has vanished." " T ia too dark to see.” said Vigi tetlo. And then Asad turned from the vessel’s side. "Well. well—shot or drowned, he's gone,” lie said, and there the matter ended. Sakr-el-Bahr replaced the crossbow in the rack and oame slowly up to the poop.” In the gloom he found himself run fronted by Rosamund's white face he tween the two dusky countenances of his Nubians. She drew hack before him as he approached, and he, intent upon imparting his news to het^ fnl lowed her within the poop house and hade Abiad bring lights. Whet! these had been kindled they faced each other, and he perceived her profound agitation and guessed tlie cause of It- Suddenly she broke Into speech. "You beast! You devil!” she panted. "God will punish you! 1 shall spend my every breath in praying Him to punish you as you deserve. You mur derer! You hound! And 1 like a poor simpleton was heeding your false word*. I was believing you sincere in your repentance of the. wrong you have done me. But now you have shown me . . Mow have I hurt you in what 1 have done to Lionel?" he cut in, a lit tle amazed hv so much behemem-e. "Hurt me!" she rried, and on the words grew cold and calm again with very scorn. "I thank Ood it is beyond your power to hurt me. And I thank you for correcting my foolish mis conception of you, my belief in your pitiful pretence that it was your aim to save me. I would not. accept sal vation at your murderer’s hands. Though, indeed. I shall not be put to it. Rather," she pursued, a little wildly now in her deep mortification, "are you like to sacrifice me to your own vile ends, whatever they may be. Tint 1 shall thwart you, heaven helping me. Be sure I shall not want courage for that." And with a shud dering moan she covered her face, and stood swaying there before him. He looked on with a faint, bitter smile, understanding her mood just as he understood her dark threat of thwarting him, "I came," he said quietly, “to bring you the assurance that he has got safely away, and to tell you upon what manner of errand I have sent him." Something compelling In his voice, the easy assurance with which he spoke, drew her to start at him again. “I mean Lionel, of course.” he said, In answer to her questioning glance "That scene between us—the blow and the swoon and the rest of It— was all make-believe. So afterwards the shooting. 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