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About The Omaha morning bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 1922-1927 | View Entire Issue (June 25, 1924)
THE SEA-HAWK rirftn>h»uo"„»7pirtur.. Part Two By Rafael Sabalini. _J '■ (Continued From Yesterday.) Oliver advanced, none hindering un til, with his hands silll pinioned be hind him he stood towering there above his brother, so tali that his tur ban brushed the low ceiling of the cabin,His countenance was stern and grim. “What is It that you ask me to for give?" he askgd. Lionel struggled to answer, and tank hack again into Sir John's arms, fighting for breath; there was a trace of blood-stained foam about his lips. "Speak Oh, speak, In God's name!" Rosamund exhorted him front the other side, and her voice was wrung with agony. He looked at her and smiled faint ly. "Never fear,” he whispered, “I shall spgak. God has spared me to that end. Take your arms from me, Kllllgrew. I am the . . . the vilest of men. It ... it was I who killed Refer Godolphin.” “My God!" groaned Sir John, whilst Sir Henry drew a sharp breath of dis may and realization. "Ah, but that is not my sin,” Lion nel continued. “There was no sin in that. We fought, and in self defense I slew him—fighting fair. My sin came afterwards. When suspicion fell on Oliver. I nourished it . . . Ol iver knew the deed was mine, and kept silent that he might screen me. 1 feared the truth might become known for all that . , . and . . . and I was jealous of him, and . . . and I had him kidnaped to be sold . . .” His falling voice trailed away Into silence. A cough shook him. and the faint crimson foam on hts lips was increased. But he rallied again, and lay there panting, his fingers plucking at the coverlet. "Tell them." said Rosamund, who in her desperate fight for Sir Oliver’s life kept her mind cool and steady and directed towards essentials, "tell them the name of the man you hired to kidnap him." "Jasper Leigh, the skipper of the Swallow.” he answered, whereupon she flashed upon Lord Henry a look that contained a gleam of triumph for all that her face was ashen and her Ups trembled. Then Bhe turned again to the dying man, relentlessly almost in her deter mination to extract all vital truth from him ere he fell silent. "Tell them.” she bade him. "under what circumstances Sir Oliver sent you last night to the Silver Heron.” “Nay, there 1s no need to harrass him.” Lord Henry Interposed. “He has said enough already. May God forgive us our blindness. Kllllgrew. New York —Day by Day V__' By 0. O. McINTYRE. New York, June 25.—Dawn. Across the street in an office building hall way Is an aged woman on her knees scrubbing. She Is bent with toll, wrinkled and rheumatic. She sym bolizes New York's great human tragedy—the aged and forsaken. Thousands of these women, touch ed by the sear and yellow of years, creep out of beds In the middle of the night to eke out a pitiful existence. Most of them are deserted wives and mothers caught In the backwash of life and marooned In poverty. The big event in the lives of these who polish marble and mosaic of hotel lobbies is early New Years morning when tipsy revelers toss them coins to scramble for. I-ast year one ancient crone in the scram ble slipped on a bar of soap and fell, breaking her hip. They live many miles from their work and at 2 o'clock In the morning seep Into the"scrubwomen's special” —the subway expresses that whisk them to backbreaking toil while the city sleeps. Shortly after sunup they are home again seeking surcease In slumber. There is about them that dumb and helpless resignation to life. They are known as Aunt Marys and Old Mays. In the old days they sought fleeting moments of false happiness In rum, but the price they must pay these days Is too high. The pay Is about $35 a month. Even a high-up and back tenement room costs $20 a month. That leaves them $15 for clothes, food and car fare Because they are inured to constant loneliness their lips mumble as they work. Sometimes there Is an eerie, falsetto cackle—a ghost of past hap plness. A charity worker says they are the only class of poverty-stricken work ers who rarely seek alms. It Is told of one who was bending over her brush In one of the fine hotels one morning. She looked up and then quickly looked away. A magnificently gowned woman shuddered and hur lied Into nn elevator. She was the old woman's daughter. The old High Chair restaurant on Orand street—a gastronomic land mark—Is being razed. The place Is 75 years old and specialized in "corn beef and—” Theodore Roosevelt used to eat there when he wan police com mlssionor and it was the haven for local political lights of old lime New York. It has never rhanged the price of 15 cents a plate for corn beef and cabbage. Too many of New York's plctur esque little eateries are being switl lowed up In progress. The new cafes indulge In discreet conversation. Every note Is forced. Scientific show men have dolled them up with rare lighting effects. The gastronomic ruffles bristle. There are a lot of us who long for the easy comradeship of the old table d'hoto with Mama Ealoy In the cashier's cage passing out her pretty compliments. Wc long for the easy friendliness of the waiter —and even the old roller towel. The most expensive cafe in town 1s otic on East Fifty first street. It clicks with grandeur like tho rustb of a dead tree's branches Even the waiter's strut. It is nil like panto mime. The other day I talked over th< radio from Aeolian hall. As a speak er I nm the w. w.—world's worst. Yel they hail nn Idea that Is excellent I didn't know 1 was talking for othci ears. I sat In a room and had a tall with the director. "I am ready," 1 finally told hint. "You're through.' hs snld. He had broadcast our ordl nary casual conversation - announc ing me before I entered the room, didn't know what I said but wlmtevei it was was far belter than a sc speech. A famous New York neurologls says nothing makes for peace and i' pose like hnvlng " swimming goli fiah In Hie room, lie says It Induce thought and rohlemplailnn. ttiuuiil*kt. mid * * Sir John bowed his head In silence over Lionel. "Is It you. Sir John?” whispered the dying man. "What? Still there? Ha!” he seemed to laugh faintly, then checked. “I am going . . he muttered, and again his voice grew stronger, obeying the last flicker of his shrinking will. "Noll! X am go ing! I ... 1 have made reparation ... all that I could. Give me . . . give me thy hand!” Gropingly he put forth his right. "I should have given it you ere this but that my wrists are bound,” cried Oliver in a sudden frenzy. And then exerting that colossal strength of his, he suddenly qpapped the cords that pinioned him as if they had been thread. He caught his brother's ex tended hand, and dropped upon his knees beside him. "Lionel . . Boy!” he cried. It was as if all that had befallen in the last five years had been wiped out of existence. llis fierce relentless hatred of his half brother, his burning sense of wrong, his parching thirst for vengeance, be came on the instant all dead, buried and forgo.tten. More, it was as if they had never been. Lionll in that moment was again the weak, comely, beloved brother whom he had cher ished and screened and guarded, and for whojn when the hour came he had sacrificed his gpod name, and the woman he loved, and placed his life itself in jeopardy. "Lionel, boy!" was all that for a moment he could say. Then: "Poor lad! Poor lad!” he added. "Tempta tion was too strong for thee.” And reaching forth he took the other white hand that lay beyond the couch, and so held both tight-clasped within his own. From one of the ports a ray of sun shine was creeping upwards towards the dying man's face. But the ra diance that now overspread It was from an Inward source. Feebly he returned the clasp of his brother's hands. "Oliver, Oliver!” he whispered. "There is none like thee! I ever knew thee as noble as I was base. Have I Bald enough to make you safe? Say that ho will be safe now,” he appealed to the others, "that no " "He will be safe,” said Lord Henry stoutly. "My word on’t.” “It is well. The past Is past. The future Is in your hands, Oliver. God’s blessing on’t.” He seemed to collapse, to rally yet again. He smiled pensively, his mind already wandering. "That was a long swim last night—the longest I ever swam. From Penarrow to Trefusis—a fine long HWim. ,/But you were with me, Noll. Had ttiy strength given out . . I could have depended on you. I am still chill from it, for it was cold . . cold . . . ugh” He shuddered, and lav still. • Gently Sir John lowered him to his courch. Beyond it Rosamund fell up on her knees and covered her face, whilst by Sir John's side Oliver con tinued to kneel, clasping in his own his brother's chilling hands. There ensued a long spell of silence. Then with a. heavy sigh Sir Oliver folded Lionel's hands across his hreast and slowly, heavily rose to his feet. The others seemed to take this for a signal. It was as It they had wait ed mute and still out deference to Oliver. Lord Henry moved softly rottjul to Rosamund and touched her lightly upon the shoulder. She rose and went out in the wake of the others. Lord Henry following her, and none remaining but the surgeon. Outside !_n the sunshine they check ed. Sir John stood with bent head and hunched shoulders, his eyes upon the white deck. Timidly almost—a thing never seen before In this bold man—he looked at Sir Oliver. 'Tie was my friend," he said sop rowfully, and as if to excuse and ex plain himself, "and and I was misled through love of him." "He was my brother," replied Sir Oliver solemnly. “God rest him!” Sir John, resolved, drew himself up into an attitude preparatory to receiv ing with dignity a rebuff should it be administered him. "Can you find it in your generosity, sir, to forgive me?” he asked, and his air was almost one of challenge. Silently Sir Oliver held out his hand. Sir John fell upon it almost in eagerness. "We are like to be neighbors again," he said, "and I give you my word 1 shall strive to be a rnoce neighborly one than In the past." "Then, sirs,” said air Oliver, look ing from Sir John to John Henry, "I am to understand that 1 am no longer a prisoner.' "You need not hesitate to return with us to Kngland. Sir Oliver," re plied his lordship. "The queen shall hear your story, and we have Jasper • Leigh to confirm it if need he, and I will go warranty for your complete reinstatement. Count we your friend, Sir Oliver, I beg." And he. too, held out his hand. Then, turning to the others: '"Come, %irs,” he said. "we have duties elsewhere, I think. They tramped away, leaving Oliver and Rosamund alone. The twain looked long each at the other. There was so much to say, so much to ask, so much to explain, that neither knew with what words to begin Then Rosamund suddenly came up to him, holding out her hands. "Oh. my dear!" she said, and that, after all. summed up a deal One or two over-inquisitive seamen, lounging on the forecastle and peep, lng through the shroud*, were dis gusted to see the lady of God 'phln Court In the arms of a beturbaned, bare-legged follower of M/thound THE END. I Abe Martin --/ We don’t look for much reform as long as sensible people are outnum bered ten t’ one. Miss Pearl Moots had her hair undermined t'day. (Copyright, 1*2(_> _ INDIAN WAR VETERAN DIES Sidney, Neb.. June 24.—Hugh Me Fadden, one of the early pioneers of Nebraska, died In Rose burg. Ore., June 14. 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