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.
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Neu) York
-•Day by Day
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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."
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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.
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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. My challenge to Mar
zak was a ruse to gain time—to avoid
shooting in the dusk that none could
say whether it was atii) there or not.
My shaft went wide of him. aa I in
tended. He is swimming round the
head with my message to Sir John
Killigrew. He was a strong swim
mer in the old days, and should eas
lly reach his goal. 'J'hat ia what I
came to tell you."
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