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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN. CUFF C. HATCHER INSURANCE AGENCY INSURANCE. =HSSREPRESENTING^==== Royal Insurance Company, of England Organized. ....1792 Assets June 1, 1906. $13,076,842.92 Surplus June 1, 1906. $4,180,083.19 ....1845 11,207,849.43 1,669,813.87 2,060,700.49 825,005.74 2,874,140.29 , 994,739.58 8,325,402.43 2,032,693.94 6,061,760.17 1,712,626.08 ....1865 6,973,404.18 1,010,423.47 21,411,439.43 4,303,931.08 ....1854 8,340,691.53 2,951,777.09 ....1853 3,095,672.64 886,894.97 1,924,696.79 1,000,000.00 2,044,634.33 837,065.22 ....1892 795,669.75 $88,192,404.38 505,140.35 $22,960,194.58 COMBINED ASSETS COMBINED SURPLUS $88,192,404.38 $22,960,194.58 We Me Your Attention te the Mote Financial Staniling nf Oar Cnmanles as of Jane 1, 1906, titer til Losses Hare Dean Provided for, We Solicit Your Business and Will Protect Your Interest. Information , Concerning Insurance Gladly Furnished. Prompt Including San Francisco Losses. Attention Given to All Business. Both Phones 44. 220-1-2-3-4-5-6-7 Prudential Building, Atlanta. DOUBLOONS A THRILLING NOVEL OF MYSTERY. TRAGEDY AND A STOLEN FORTUNE By EDEN PHILLPOTTS AND ARNOLD BENNETT (Copyright, 1906, by Eden Phlllpotts and Arnold Utnnctt.l CHAPTER XXIII. Tha Log. "What Is the object of all this?" Philip Inquired In n new voice, looking up suddenly and wiping his face. "The object of all what?" "All this butchery, theft, lying and general scoundrellsm?” • .Mr. Walter Pollexfen paused. "Let me read you* something; shall I?" he said. "If you will answer my question." Pollexfen, for reply, opened his jack et and drew from the Inner pocket a large leather case, and from the case he extracted a document apparently consisting of several sheets fastened together. "Listen," he said. And he began to read: "Praise be to God Almighty and to Gabriel—not to the archangel—but that merry fiend, Josephine Gabriel, our captain and commahder. Today being the 4th of March, 1654, did our gal lant caravel of the black P.ag and white skull, once known as the Olive Branch, but of latef more widely feared under the name of 'El Legato/ slip from the lee of Monkey Island, nigh Grenada, and accost a certain Spaniard, who had been blown away from her consort over night and here waddled, a lame duck with a broken leg, helpless, while hf*r company struggled to make her shipshape. She was the 'Golconda/- ami a golconda she proved. Our little bitch capered about her, like a mouse round a cheese, and she fired a big gun once or twice, but whether to do us hurt or summon rescue I know not. Then Gabriel led us on. and ’twas butchery, not battle, for the poor fools called upon heaven, and heaven, by good fortune, chanced happily to be otherwhere and replied not. Therefore, since providence could not come to them, they went to providence, and the Carlhbee sharks fed full. So also did the sharks of *El Legato/ At sunset two English privateers hove In sight, but when they Reached the ‘Golconda* she was a golconda jio more. They found a great ship biasing as the netherwood beacon of hell, and a Bea red with blood and Are. A thousand coveted things went down In her. and 'tuns hard on Gabriel that providence differed him not to mind his affairs a Httle matter of the day more. Wo, however, had by no manner of means wasted the hours allotted unto us. and •re the Englishmen could come up we were snug In a favorite hiding place of Gabriel’s—a cover only to be dared In fair weather and then by none but email ships and. brave navigators. "< »n the north side of Grenada stand a grinning row of rocks, known as the 'Mermaid’s Comb/ and behind them la a d*ep inlet. L’Ollonals showed It to us, ami that Prince of Devils hoped by so doing, should we attempt It, to wreck •nir midget and leave him a rival the */■*»; but Gabriel 4b an good as L’Ol- lonals, or Morgan himself, in deep a«ter, though he can not cut out a live heart and eat it with such appetite ns fan they. Through the Mermaid's c’omb we crept and, before another Jay dawned, had carried-our Immense booty to the sacred, secret, desolate fjmrc of the Grand Ktang, that Inland lake of Grenada, where dwell all the West Indian devils of Obi and their queen, the Mother of the Rain. The ones and his locker, for neither nigger nor Carlb would dare to walk beside those silent waters of horror, or to touch a twig or pluck a fruit In the haunted glndes of the Grand Etang. "The ’Golconda' was In verity a treasure ship and briefly we had nigh one hundred thousand pieces of eight by her. We have tolled like demons, and by midnight we had sunk the last box In the Grand Etang. "This Is the guide to the hiding place of the boxes beside the Grand Etang. Start from the gray stone that thrusts a yard above the water on the west shore. Take paces two hundred to the East. Face the sun at evening as It sets in mid November behind the HIM of PAlms. Then take fourteen paces forthright Into the lake, which there hath a depth of five feet." Pollexfen ceased and looked over the paper at Philip, his eyes glistening. "You perceive?" he said. "Then It’s sunk treasure, after all?** Philip exclaimed. "It-is sunk treasure, after all," Pol lexfen responded. "You ought not to have been deceived by my Ingenious references to Russian secret societies at the Inquest." "I was not." Philip returned, "but I And the sunk treasure theme equally surprising." "Nevertheless,” said Pollexfen, and Philip could not hut remark the avari cious glitter in his eyes, "the thing Is perfectly serious. What I have read to you Is a translation from the Span ish of the log of 'E4 Legato.’ My broth er was in possession of the whole his tory of the log. I need not read the rest to you. It relates how Master Gabriel and his crew were called sud denly away by circumstances over which they had no control, leaving their treasure where they had sunk It. Two days later 'El Legato’ was captured and gutted, and then sunk, only the crew being left In her. And there ex ists highly curious circumstantial proof that the treasure has never been dis turbed to this day and hour." "In a word," Philip commented, "you are after doubloons." "Doubloons is precisely the term,” said Pollexfen. Ho then put the papers hack in his pocket, and consulted his watch. “Ah!” he ejaculated, as If In relief. "You turn me round your little finger, young man. I give you abso lutely all the information you ask for. My trust In you Is such as to prove that throughout a career crowded with misfortune I have preserved at any rate some of my Illusions.” For the second tlmo the ship trem bled to the beat of her engines. We are off," Pollexfen stated with a casual air. ”1 will have to leave you here for awhile, until we get out of the Thames. You might after all jump overboard and swim ashore, and so I would Just as Boon keep you under my own eye. Your Incarceration will only he for a few hours. All my excuses!" He departed, fastening the door on the outside. . „ .. 1# "Well,” Philip muttered to himself. I’m In for it.” And he began to cal culate by what date he might hope to get hack to England; and also to con sider what explanation of his conduct he should give to Mary Pollexfen. He decided, however, with the remarkable complacence of masculinity, that she Heaven In Atlanta, a cool veranda and a Tampa Custom House Cigar. AT ALL DEALERS. R. F. WYNNE, Distributor. would be overloyed that he had saved his life on no (natter what terms. •'To think.” ho reflected, "that a man so extraordinary as this Pollexfen per son should be hoodwinked by a silty yarn about secret treasure. If this precious translation log Isn’t a fraud I'll eat my hat. but to get It he has not stopped at murder. However, all ac tors have something bizarre In their composition and he's no exception.” He could now feel the motion of the yacht. He was hungry. CHAPTER~XXIV. A Ntw World. Sir Anthony DlUrlng was looking at a map that billowed over his knees. "We've only got to turn Just a shade to the left. Instead of swinging clean round to the right, and we go straight there,” he .aid. “Upon my soul It's no distance at all.” Mary Pollexfen leaned from her seat, and, glancing at the map, gave a polite assent to Tony's statement. Mrs. Ap pleby, without stirring, remarked that she never could understand-m&pa, but that no doubt Tony was correct. They were now approaching Picca dilly Circus In a barouche, and the question was now whether they should follow Shaftesbury avenue or turn down sharp toward Waterloo place They were on the promenade deck of the steam yacht Wanderer, thirteen days out from London, and the ques tion was whether they should pro ceed direct to Grenada or call at Bridgetown, Barbadoes, which Is about half a day's sail nearer Charing Cross than any other Island of the West Indies. Sir Anthony's phraseology In discussing the matter might have been held to prove that the maritime In stinct Is not born In all Englishmen, had It not been for the fact that In every minute detail of his dress Sir Anthony showed sublime evidences of a true and deep feeling for the sea As nn amateur yachtsman he eatlsfled the eye If not the car. The Wanderer was doing twelve out of her advertised thirteen knots through an ocean os flat as the Serpen tine. Dusk drew on. and the water had already lost some of Its glittering blue. The hush and melancholy of evening Invaded gently the white ves sel ns she drove her funnel and her two masts across the Immense, mysterious floor, dragging after her the sombre scarf of her smoke. She seemed to he alone In the endless universe. To Mary Pollexfen It was as If the voyage had begun far back In the mists of time and as If the unceasing bent of those en gines would continue forever Into eternity. ... “Sir Anthony." came a cold, polite voice from the bridge above. 'Well, captain?" ■We shall make Bridgetown about 6 o’clock tomorrow morning." It appears to me such a waste of time to call there," said Tony. , "Indeed." answered the captain, "and supposing, Sir Anthony, there's no coal to be got at St. Oeorgc Where are p then?" The tone was merciless, and yet Irre proachably courteous. Sir Anthony had In truth made a surprising discovery In regard to ocean travel. He had found that nothing Is easier than to hire a yacht. You go Into an office, sign some papers, write out checks, and the yacht Is yours for three months. But the surprising discovery was that the yacht can be yours and not yours at the same moment. Now at the commencement of the voyage Sir Anthony had committed the Indis cretion nf mistaking the captain for the chauffeur. i Kven Auehengray. the chief engineer, was much more than a chauffeur, and Captain Chetwode was much more than Auehengray. Captain Chetwode's history was simple and tragic. The Wanderer, under another name (which we do not care to divulge), had once been the private yacht of a famous secretary of state for foreign affairs who happened to he an earl, anti In those /lays Captain Chetw/sle, who icekoned to have some good blood in his own body, was a personage at Cowes atul Oban. Then the earl had sold the yacht in order to devote him self exclusively to motor cars and motor boats. Worse, he had sold her to a firm of brokers who fell Into the habit of hiring her out at fancy prices to rich fools Ignorant of the sea. Cap tain Chetwode, not obtaining Instant ly another employer equally distin guished with the earl, had accepted pro tempore, an offer from the brokers, and to his own terrible disgust he had re mained In command of the Wan derer ever since. He had slipped Into a rut, and he felt that he could never get out of It. He who once had the right to condescend to any owner who was not a member of the B. Y. S., he who once had guided emperors and princes through the difficult tides of the Solent, he who once had been round the world with an earl, a grandduke and a grandducheds on board, was now In command of a floating thing that be regarded as a mere excursion steamer, "Auchehgray," he had said one night after live whiskies, "It's no better than the blooming Midnight Sun.” That he now had charge of a leading London dandy with an historic title, and one of the most celebrated and beautiful women In England, was ap parently nothing to Captain Chetwode. They were not real yachting people. They were not of the elect. They had not moved In yachting circles; yachts were not their sole passion. They were trippers for Captain Chetwode, though the Wanderer was costing Tony over fifteen hundred a month. Consequently captain Chetwode treated them with the politest disdain. He would not be wooed, and he would not suffer his crew to be wooed. Hs, messed alone, and his prlnclpni Instrument of small talk was the word "Indeed!" It is con ceivable that Mary Pollexfen might have done something with him had not Sir Anthony been Indiscreet on the first day. Chetwode, however, was scarcely the man to recover from even an unintentional slight In less than about ten years. He was captain of the Wanderer, and long before the thir teenth day Tony had learnt that a cap tain Is always a captain, and not less so because you are paying his wages. He had also learnt that a ship Is Its captain's. Hence It was that Tony was being compelled to take his passage to Bar badoes Instead of going direct to Gten- adn, and that during the night the yacht did not "turn Just a shade to the left." The coal argument was, of course, unanswerable. Tony did not at tempt to answer It, but he strongly ob Jectcd to It. He wanted to get to Ore nada and the Grand Etang. He experl enced the sensation of a person who Is driving In a cab to an appointment for which he fears to be later—he had an absurd deidre to push with his arms. The near approach of the adventure A Dinner Story. Mr. A brought two friends home to dinner. He could not notify Mrs. A because there was not a Bell tele phone In the house. Mrs. A was surprised and unprepared. The dinner was not a suc cess. IN THE MEANTIME Mr. B Invited two friends to dinner. He called Mrs. B over the Bell telephone and told her hi* plans. She was ready. The dinner was a brilliant success. Mr. and Mr*. A should— Gill Contract Dept. M. 1300 BELL SERVICE IS SATIS FACTORY was affecting his nerves, os It was af fecting the nerves of Mary Pollexfen. Mrs. Appleby happily had no hervee, though she believed herself rich In them. Her son, while expecting “fun" In Grenada of the highest possible quality, had created such multifarious Interests In the engine room and the second officer's cabin that he could-af ford to wait for the Island of the Grand Etang. The master brain, the brain of Oxwlch, had gradually been simplified Into one overmastering Instinct—the In stinct to disembark, whose force ts well known to most travelers who have spent more than ten consecutive days on the main. The voyage had been an exceptionally calm one, but nqt ex ceptionally calm enough for Oxwlch. After dinner, a shower having come on, Tony and Mary were sitting to gether In the drawing room, silent and self-conscious. Mrs. Appleby hnd gone off to superintend the disposal of her darling In his hunk. Neither the baro net nor the diva could have explained why they were self-conscious. The explanation was too subtle for words. But It centered In the Image of Philip Masters that both had In their hearts. As for Tony, he had meant to make love to Mary Pollexfen, but her atti tude hud forced him to give up that enterprise In despair. .Moreover, Jose phine Fire remained obstinately In his mind. 'I wonder If It's still raining," he said. "I wonder," answered Mary. With a simultaneous movement they rose. Mary throwing a white shawl over her white dress, and went to the star board door of the saloon. It was not raining. The sky had cleared, though the promenade deck was wet. Near the door stood the tall, angular, beard ed figure of Captain Chetwode, lean ing over the rail and gaslng In the dark waters at his spoiled career. He turned and raised his hat. "Further," he remarked, resuming ab ruptly the conversation of three hours earlier. "Your friend’s yacht—the White Rose, I fancy you said her name was—Is pretty sure to have called at Barbadoes to coal. She may even be there." And he walked away Into the dark- ness, ealutlng again. He had throughout steadily pretend ed to have no curiosity as to the ob ject of the voyage. According to him the voyuge, and not the object nf the voyage, was his affair. He kept Ills pluce and he managed to convey his resolution that baronets should be I forced to keep theirs. His present grat uitous remark was therefore rather us- tonlshlng. The sudden thought that a ship might be close to them that night, perhaps In some strange and dangerous captivity, thrilled them both. "Good night," said Mary, after a cu rlous pause. "Going to bed?" he questioned. "1 am, too. Good night. Tomorrow—’ She shook hands limply and left him. He whlBtled and lit n cigarette. An hour later Mary, enveloped In an ulster, returned cautiously to the upper deck. There was no sign of Tony, who had retired to the dream less slumber which he always enjoyed. She could not sleep. She could not think of sleep. She found a chnir abaft the chart room and gavo herself up to contemplation. What did the future hold? What could they expect to accomplish by this rush across nearly 4,000 miles of'ocean 7 The Journey seemed to her now more than ever like a fantastic escapade. Assuming that they encountered the White Rose—what then? The under taking was wild, considered calmly thus under the majestic equatorial heaven. And yet she would not wish uncommenced. She had hopes— hopes that refused to be analyzed. The Imminence of great events hung over her brooding spirit, a tantalizing cur tain which she could not rend. Then, after a long while, a bell softly broke the silence of the throbbing yacht, and she became uware of a form at her elbow. It was the captain once more. 'You should come on to the bridge,” said he. “You can sec the Southern Cross.” She discerned sympathy In his tone, nn/i It startled her. In a sort of dream she obeyed the suggestion and followed him. He took the wheel silently from the officer of the watch, and In an other Instant Mary and the captain were alone together. A glorious tropic moonlight robed the water In the silver gray. A wide pathway of rippling sheen was flowing from west to east, an/l the horizon of the south was dark. There, sparkling low on the cerge, Mary saw the legend ary constellation. The false Southern shone brave an/I undlmmed; the true rose but little above the sea. a modest pyrotechny. She confessed her' feminine disappointment. "Yes," th« skipper agreed. "Not much to sit up all night for, Is It? You need to go farther south to see It at Its best. But It's over-rated all the time. We've got the best stars In the northern hemisphere Just the same as we’ve got the best of everything else." She liked his English bigotry. Hla- hands Angered the wheel ns they might have Angered a woman’s hair, and the electric lamp cast queer shadows of them across hts figure. Ahead under the setting moon, lay a long low black object stretched be tween two great lights, one red, one white. "What's that?" she asked. "That’s Barbadoes,” said the skipper briefly. "That's the West Indies, that is!" A strange emotion possessed her as her Imagination dwelt on the flying yacht, with its unconscious souls, speeding relentlessly toward the an cient Island, and toward fate. This was a different world Into which they were slipping. She perceived In the captain for the first time a fellow creature. So they stood. Then, with amaslng swiftness, the solemn but eager majesty of the dawn ■wallowed the stars like morsels and irradiated the world with a flood of harmonious splendor. Moonlight and morning first wove the birth-robe, and out of their rose and silver come the flushed radiant face of the young day. The moon withered to u dead aspen leaf In the Armament and vanished; from pure white the dawn mellowed to tender saffron; then, a sudden change marked the approach of the sun. Great streaks and splashes of dazzling or ange broke up the east, and, quickly as onu might tell It, the sun was above the sea and rolling his rapid fire up the flaming stalrs'of the sky. The bewil dering transition from darkness to light hud taken place with equatorial ah ruptness. At the same moment, as though the risen sun was the signal, the deck be came alive. The holystones began their harsh music and the hoses sent up glittering streams along the bright plunks. It was the hour of the yacht's toilet. Presently appeared among the bnre- footed sailors a swarthier figure deli cately balancing a bowl. He ascended to the bridge. "Dor, miss!" he said. "Coffee." It was Coco. Coco, after having been Interviewed and cross-examined by Hlr Anthony and Oxwlch, had en treated leave to accompany the expedi tion, and, as It seemed more than prob able that he might be useful, his re quest had been granted. Nominally he was attached to the Important culinary department of the Wanderer. Really, he hud become Mary's faithful and In defatigable servant. They often talked together of his dead master, and Coco had crucified his opinion that Glralda was a hussy. He wept ps he served the coffee— i wept freely. The right of his native land overpowered him. "Me Gard, missis," he whined. Mar's, my old Brin! Ebberything Ju«’ de / same—Jus' de samel I specs dor’ll ba some fun ashore when my frens see mo In my best rig out. Dar Bridgetown— dar de caneflelda and de wind-mills, an’—” "Leave the bridge,” ejaculated tho captain, whd had evidently put on his normal self after the emotional aban donment of the night. "When shall we be In?" Mary In quired, later. "In an hour or so," the captain re plied. "Thank you for Inviting me up here,” she said, and then descended. Continued In Tomorrow's Georgian. PHARMACY STUDENTS ARE IN VITED TO CALL AT THE HAND 80ME NEW QUARTERS OF THE SOUTHERN COLLEGE OF PHAFV MACY, CORNER LUCKIE AND BAR TOW STREETS. TWO 8IXMONTHS COUR8E8 LEADING TO GRADU ATION IN ONE YEAR. LARGEST PHARMACY COLLEGE IN GEORGIA. FALL SESSION, OCTOBER TO. APRIL. SPRING SESSION, APRIL TO OCTOBER. REMEMBER THH ADDRESS. Sam Jones Tabernacle Meetings, Carters- vine, Ga. ’ On Septemper 15th to 23rd. Inelu-, five, the Western and Atlantic rati-' road will sell tickets from Atlanta-i Dalton ant! intermediate stations, to Carteravllle, at rate of one fare for' the round trip. Sam Jonee will be assisted by. Evangelist Oliver and other ministers! ot renown. Prof. EL O. Excell will; have charge of the music, and othetil gospel singers ot note will attend.' Three services each day, 10:30 a. m.,' 3:00 p. m. and 8:00 p. m., and the people of Carteravllle will welcome! the groat crowds with tho same hos pitality they have always shown. CHAS. E. HARMAN, Gen. Pass. 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