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The Wild Heart (Continued from page 19) "My name's Auld," he said curtly, "and that's my yacht out there. We've been in a bad mess. Here's the captain half dead with something I think's smallpox. We're on our way to Honolulu. I heard about you from a couple of trading schooners yesterday. Now I want to know-" WITH scant courtesy, almost peremp torily, he demanded attention for his skipper. They carried the man upon the veranda and the little priest examined him. "Only fevair, m'sieu," he assured Auld. "Only a leetle malaria, sooch as one may get in many of thees South Sea port. But certainly, I am ver' glad to atten' heem w'en that he ees ill." The skipper was carried to the priest's own bed. And Auld, with a brusque sentence like an insolence, offered La Forgue money. But the priest smiled and shook his head. "I'm going to try to get away from this place to-morrow,' said Auld, and went back down the hill. At the dock, as he made for his boat, there came to him from the copra schooner the big man in white. "I hear you are in trouble," he said, "and I thought maybe I could be of some assistance. If there's anything—" The other no more than looked at him, coldly. "Nothing," he answered, and was rowed to his yacht. The man in white gazed after him. His face had not changed at the insolence. He had already heard strange things of the big gray yacht that had come to Tuatuhiva. Tales fly fast in the South Seas. Over endless miles of water, from group to group of islands, stories drift like the drift of the tides. He had heard this yacht reported at Sydney, Pago Pago, Suva, from little-known trading posts, from outports of mission societies. But though stories drift fast and strange tales are told, there are few questions asked. After a while the man in white went back to his schooner. The harbor quieted. Not a man came ashore from the yacht. The native village slept. And the master of the schooner, sitting on deck, smoked in a long, long silence. AU ULD went up the side of the Erminie. He stood a moment looking at his feet, and then along the deck. He saw a dirty, unlovely confusion. The yacht that had steamed from New York Harbor six months before, trim and neat as a yacht, seemed to have fallen upon evil times. Rust, a foul litter forward; rust and litter aft; paint battered away and brass work unpolished; a wild tangle of rope's ends; his men in ragged, unkempt uniforms; the whole yacht, as he surveyed it with a bitter sneer, reeked of neglectand of worse. He went below, snarling at a sullen sailor who got in his way. At eight bells dinner was served in the dining saloon. A shocking and sinister spirit hovered there as it hovered over all the yacht. Auld, reeling with drink, sat at a disorderly table. Of his party there were but three besides himself Mrs. Levering, Marithea, and his sister. They came now to the table with scarcely a word. Mrs. Levering, white-faced, aged beyond belief, had changed from all semblance of the woman who had occupied a place in metropolitan society six months before. His sister, older than Auld and unmarried, had a face of mortal sickness, as his was one of mortal decay. Only Marithea sat at the table with her head erect, cool, strong, complete understanding in her contempt for the broken man she had once promised to marry. The three women ate the meal almost in silence. Twice Auld's maudlin talk coars Bunker Hill Military Academy ened until it brought slow flushes to the Bunker Hill, Ill. 35 miles from St. Louis. makes a man of him. Elementary, college preparatory, business Takes your boy and and industrial courses. Individual attention. Athletics and military training. Summer school June 26th to August 24th. Fall term opens Sept. 17. Address W. D. MARBURGER, B. D., Headmaster. 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Chevy Chase College and Seminary A Home School for Young Ladies. Special advantages in Music, Art, Elocution and Domestic Science. Campus of eleven acres. Golf and other outdoor sports. Healthful location at Chevy Chase, "Suburb Beautiful." Artesian water. Address Mr. and Mrs. S. N. BARKER, Principals, Drawer 841, Washington. D. C. The Wild Heart (Concluded from page 33) coolly. He drank heavily; his speech grew thicker; his face, that was not the face of the man she had promised to marry, was purple; he breathed hoarsely. He ordered another bottle of wine, and they left him. They went to their cabins, Mrs. Levering weeping silently, his sister with a sad and bitter face. Marithea waited until she heard Auld's stumbling feet pass her door and go into his own cabin. Then she went on deck. The sailors looked at her furtively, and the chief officer came to her soon with apology in his manner. "We're going to sail again to-morrow morning, Miss Levering," he said. "Beg pardon, ma'am, but there's a French mission ashore here, and if you would like to go off-there's a mail boat coming next month-" he hesitated. "Thank you, Johnson," she answered. "I understand, but we'll stay on board the Erminie to Honolulu, anyway." touched his cap and walked away. He MISS LEVERING stood a long time run by the rail. There went through her mind a strange and terrible procession of events, from the Florida Keys to this wild part of the Pacific. They had had a month along the Atlantic Coast and among the keys. Then Auld had proposed a down to the Isthmus, and at the Isthmus a sudden revolt of spirit had come to her, and she had mastered Auld's objections and called for this mad cruise in the Pacific. They sent the Erminie down the coast and through the Straits, and had journeyed overland and taken ship again at Salinas. And once in the Pacific the same mad spirit had driven her on, and always she had somehow beaten down the objections, at first laughingly, persuasively, later with a determination they could not balk; after that, it seemed, with obstinacy not less than insane. And she had seen the sinister spirit that ruled her take possession of the yacht. A change had come over Auld; once, when he had swallowed rather too much champagne at dinner, he had come to her on deck and seized her in his arms, coarsely, brutally. She struck him in the mouth and fled. This was at Suva, and her mother would have gone ashore, but Marithea would not allow it. From then on, even before then, the Erminie was a ship of hell. Auld had gone to pieces, physically, morally; fever picked up in some foul port swept through the crew; and the yacht crawled on through the South Seas toward Honolulu like a stricken thing. But always on, on; and Marithea, of all those on board, glowed with health and strength and with some mysterious secret of living. And she knew, standing there by the rail with Auld's coarse jests even yet in her ears, that this mysterious secret joy, this deepcarried expectation, had been the rowel that drove them on as in a mad dream. She shivered a little, turned, and went below into the library of Auld's yacht. In the library she spread across the table a great map of the South Seas and looked with wonder at the long and twisting course they had made among the islands. She was engrossed in tracing the route with her forefinger and did not see nor hear Auld enter. But his shadow fell across the map, and Marithea looked up. She saw then a terrible face she did not know, a face with the veins purpling the forehead, the cold eyes alight, the upper lip drawn till the teeth showed. He had closed the door. "Now, my dear," he said thickly, "we've got a reck'ning comin'." He swayed a moment, one hand on the table for support, and then started toward her. Marithea flung back her head and waited, looking quite steadily at him. Auld chuckled evilly. He kept coming toward her with horrible deliberation. ning to the other side of the schooner he vaulted the low rail to the copra dock and leaped from that into the schooner's dinghy, Then he dashed the oars into the water and headed for the Erminie. The ladder was up. He swerved toward the bow, caught the forechains, and swung himself up hand over hand. He had never been on the yacht before, but he raced aft, dived down the companionway, and burst into the library. HE E was in time to see Auld take a sudden stride toward Marithea and to see Marithea, without a word or a cry, snatch a bronze lion's head paper weight from the table and strike Auld on the cheek. The blood spurted under the blow, and Auld reeled. Then the man in white caught him by the shoulder, spun him around, and flung him savagely into a corner. He did not rise. A strange thing happened. The two looked at each other for a long moment. Then the man in white threw out his arms. "It's you-it's you!" he said, over and over again. And Marithea gave a cry and put her hands on his shoulders, with her face upturned. "Yes-yes," she whispered. "Yes..." Mrs. Levering and Auld's sister found them there when they rushed into the library, alarmed at the cries and the tumult. They found Marithea in the arms of a man they had never seen before, and Auld, sitting bloody and disheveled in the corner, cursing them weakly. Day broke over the harbor of Tuatuhiva and the sun sprang above the sea with a glorious rush of light. In the early morning Father La Forgue, smoking his beforebreakfast pipe on the little veranda, saw the man in white come ashore from the schooner and climb the slope. "There is another sick man on board the yacht, father," he said. "The ownerAuld. Too much drinking, I think. But the yacht will lay here until he's on his feet again. There are three ladies aboard, friends of his, and they have asked me to tell you. Perhaps now and then you may do something for him in the way of medicine." "Ze ladies-zay do not stay?" asked the priest quickly. "No," said the other. "Two of them sail with me. One of them is a wonderful girl I met last night, father. Her mother is with her. The man's sister will stay with him." THE HE priest looked shrewdly at the big youth, and what he saw satisfied him. He leaned forward and shook hands. "You are ze mos' lucky yong man," he said. "I haf' not seen ze yong lady, but 1 haf' seen your face. Eet ees enough for good weeshes." At evening the schooner took the land breeze and sailed out of the harbor of Tuatuhiva. They were going to run across to Suva and get the Canadian liner north. They looked back into the harbor, already mantled in the swift tropic twilight. The Erminie lay a long, sinister gray thing on the soft waters. Upon the hill a light waved thrice-up, down, and across-and the man in white snatched a lantern to answer the priest's farewell. Marithea's mother, worn out, slept below in hastily improvised quarters. Marithea and the man in white stood on deck. "I was driven on and on," said Marithea "I was sometimes confused, but always I knew I must go on until-somethingcame to me." |