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Cynthia-of-the-M inute
Copyright 1911 By Louis Joseph Vance
CHAPTER X.
CONTRETEMPS
•‘Mr. Crittenden!” said Cynthia
sharply. having stolen a strong
strategic position In the rear of the
young man. whose wits just then
were all with hla vision, wandering
indolently over the distances of A sea
that shone like a sheet of sapphirine
satin, softly undulant. "Mr. Critten
den!"—end there was a brave ring of
indignation in her accents, when he
faced her. startled. "i want to know
what you mean by it!” she declared,
and held her chin high and clasped
her hands behind her. meaning him to
infer she would not snake hands until
he had explained himself.
But there were incorrigible imps In
her eyes to give the lie to her show
of ire; and as he recovered from the
surprise Crittenden’s slow smile deep
ened indulgently.
"How d'you do?” he inquired, with a
bow of quaint punctilio. "I’ll be only
too glad to have the privilege of mak
ing plain what 1 mean by whatever-it
may-be. . . . But." he added, his
eyes openly critical, "you’re so changed
—every day—one hardly knows you.’
"Is that the reason you've been avoid
ing me all day?” demanded the young
woman with spirit
"Avoiding you!” he repeated in a
tone so whimsically persuasive of In
jured innocence that Cynthia laughed
outright
Impulsively she whipped a hand from
concealment and placed it in his. "1
am glad to see you.” she said, em
phatically. "though 1 have got even
reason in the world to be displeased
with you."
"But why?" he insisted, dropping her
hand with more reluctance than he
permitted to be apparent either to Cyn
thia or to the observast Senor Persex.
As for himself, if indicted for that re
luctance. he would have entered an
honest plea of not guilty.
"For dereliction of duty." Cynthia
Impeached him; "for gross discour
tesy and for plain, downright unkind
ness.'*
"Whew!" Crittenden whistled, dis
mayed. "Do you mind giving me a
Mil of particulars? I’d no idea I was
so hopelessly uncivilised.”
“Very well.” Cynthia backed up to
the rail and reckoned the several counts
upon the tips of her Angers. "Dere
liction of duty: because as purser you
should look after your passengers: and
you haven't taken enough interest to
find out whether we were comfortable
or not. Discourtesy;- because you
should have done so anyway, ex officio.
Vnkindness: because you haven't given
me the ghost of a chance —till now—
to thank you and tell you how happy
I am as Madame Sa varan’s companion;
which I wouldn't be but for you.
*Tm sorry," he said penitently—
"sorry. I mean, that I've been so busy
trying to be a regular purser, ever
since I came aboard, that I hadn't taken
the time for this—this talk with you
that I’ve been looking forward to all
day. Honestly I have, only—”
"Go on; I'm rapidly becoming placa
ted.” said Cynthia demurely.
He laughed quietly. "The fact of the
matter is. he confessed. “I would not
be here myseyf. if it wasn’t for you-
I bad no idea you were to aall with
us until nearly midnight—long after
you had come aboard and, I presume,
were asleep. . . . You see. all yester
day I was in two minds about th‘s
business; first I was for it, and then
again I thought perhaps I'd better try
a bit longer to stick it out at the old
stand. Finally, late last night some
thing brought me to the point of mak
ing the trip to Brooklyn to find out what
it was all about. Then Rhode got hold
of me—and—well, he'd set his heart
on having me—l don't in the least know
why. I was trying to insist on being
let in on the know—l mean, told what
all this was about —and he was just as
determined he wouldn't tell; and in the
end he clinched the matter for me by '
informing me you were on board—you.” j
Crittenden amended hastily, “with Med- .
ame Savaran and her maid.”
-• "Do you mean me to understand you
gave in on my account alone? demanded -
Cynthia of the straightforward eyes.
(There must be no hint of nonsense
between them; she had made up her
mind on that point!
•That's about the truth of the mat
ter." he conceded. "I felt responsible,
in a way—having been the agent—un
conscious enough——who involved you
in well, whatever all this nonsense ia
about.”
His earnestness impressed the girl.
•Then you. too, really think there's
something under the surface —?"
"Crooked." he gave her the final
word—cant of the hour, like many of’
its kin, inevltabe in Its expressiveness.
"Yes, I do think —I’d hope not, but I’m
sure of it —there's crooked work at the
bottom of this. Everything points that
"And there’ll be danger—?“
T don’t know. Perhaps not —proba-
bly not. I was afraid at first there
might be—”
"What?"
"Well —filibustering—gun running for
some South American revolutionary
junta. But I don't take much stock tn
that now. I’ve had time to do a little
thinking and looking about since I
Joined the ship, and—well, matters don't
lock that way, for a number of rea
sons.”
"Tou don't mind telling me—?"
■'Certainly I don’t. To begin with. ■
there's little incentive for gun running ’
Just now. Things are quiet all down
the eoast. It’s funny. but it’s so.
There’s not even a cloud the traditional
size of a man's hand on the political
aorizon. And then —as nearly as I can
make out, and I'm in a position to
inow, being purser—we're not carrying
tuns or ammunition. The manifests
•how practically nothing that could dis
nitse that sort of thing. We carry
no machinery. The cargo’s
t rich one—suspiciously rich to my
nind—but all goods of a domestic
:1a ss. Finally, Rhode has pledged me
■is word we're not filibusters; ’ that
wouldn’t mean so much, perhaps, with
»ut the burden of proof in its support.
Sa's probably telling the truth.”
T see." said Cynthia slowly, intent
o follow his exposition. ."But still one
oust believe there’s something wrong!”
"You can’t get away from it.” Crit
tenden declared. "It's in the air; the
thin fairly smells of it. To bee in
with. if. as they’ve, been pretending,
he Cynthia were really being taknn j
town for delivery to an Argentine
•irtn—why all this mystery and moon
ffiine? Why recruit a crew on the j
juiet? Why was -Phode so keen to j
ret me—of •’! incompetents!—lnsteac [
»f a purser who knew his business?
(Vhy single out a member of the Down
•nd Out club when there are a%y num
ber of capable men to be had for the
tdverUaing? Why did he pick up Gris
•om for boatswain? That’s the cahp you
•oticed him speak Ao at Suzanne's, you
•emember. Why is he, himself, so in
wrested and anxious? Why does Mad
tme Savarain insist on coming along
to see that he doesn’t play horse with
>er stake in the venture? He’s been
wiling me about that, by the way. . .
And then, again, no sane firm of
•Mppers would have bought this tub.
Ike's fit for nothing but to be broken
•p for old Iron. I understand. They
my Youngling fairly weeps over the
-endition of the boilers and engines.
Apparently not a dollar has been spent
on sorely needed repairs—ffiie’s had not
a lick of paint put on her beyond
those necessary* to change her name
Cydonia to Cynthia. The only thing
about the ship that has been put in
decent wording order is the wireless
outfit, and that Thurlow, the wireless
operator, tells me is the most com
plete and expensive installation imag->
inable; the sort of thing you’d look
for on the Lusitania instead of on a
rusty old hulk of something less than
3.000 tons.
If it wasn't for that immense
ly rich cargo. * I'd suspect they
intended to throw her away for the
insurance money. But remembering
that, it doesn't seem plausible. . ...
tions on board —the Reds and the
Blacks, you might say: Rhodes’ party
and Peres's. Neither trusts the other
an inch. Rhodes nominally the leader,
but Peres treats him as a nonentity—
and somehow generally manages to fcet
his way when it comes to a show
down. Lobb and Claret. Bergen. Mur
ray. Spelvin—they’re all Blacks. Rhode
has on bls side Youngling. Griscom.
Greenaway, Bergen; and, I presume,
myself. Thurlow seems to be inde
pendent. ... A .queer kettle cf
fish. ...” 4
Crittenden wound up a long speech
with an impatient shake of his be
wildered head and a half inaudible
and wholly threadbar' reference to
that putative decadence obtaining ’n
the state of Denmark.
"It sounds a good deal like my -wall
paper.” observed Cynthia from pro
found depths of abstraction.
'Sounds like what?” cried Critten
den, astounded.
"I mean.” Cynthia translated, much
diverted by her blunder, "it reminds
me of the wall paper in the room I hkd
in that dreadful lodging house."
**Oh-h .. . " said Crittenden, still
groping.
"It was so old and stained and faded
and worn.” the girl explained, "that at
first it seemed impossible. It was posi
tively inhumanly incoherent. The more
you saw of it the more it seemed like
something suggested by a rather in
sipid nightmare. But then, if you kept
on looking and puzzling,- after a while
suddenly you’d catch a glimpse of the
first awful, hideous design, and then
you could easily enough make it out in
all its ugliness. ... I mean that this
affair may be like that: if you watch it
patiently enough and puxzle your brains
until you’re weary, some sort of a de
sign will show up through the super
ficial meaninglessness."
She smiled disparagement ‘That’s a
pretty labored comparison, I'm afraid,
and hardly worth while—”
Tt’a vivid enough,” Crittenden as
serted. “and I’ve no doubt pretty
apt ... At all events, we won’t be
long in finding out now. The farther
we leave New York behind us, the near
er we draw to the revelation, whatever
it ma y be. That’s certain.”
He spoke mechanically, his eyes
thoughtfully narrqwed in the obession
of thia problem. Fumbling absently in
a aide pocket of his coat, he found and
stuck between his Ups a wrinkled cigar
ette.
Cynthia remarked the disappearance
of his gilver case, wondered, and sur
mised the reason for it. For a moment
a perilous sympathy shone in her gaze.
But, perhaps fortunately for him, he
was blindly abstracted. '
'Then you’re just a little ■' sor
ry ... ?” the girl asked after a mo
ment, her tone bantering.
"Not I," said Crittenden, rousing.
"It's more comfortable this way—
standing by to take my share of re
sponsibility in case anything does hap
pen. ..."
"You oughtn't to feel that way
fairly,” objected Cynthia, more seeious.
“it’s no more your fgult than mine.
Through you I found thia position;
, through me you wt” drawn aboard
I the ship. It’s the Red Man, really,
who’s to b!ame. We're only his mani
kins—bits of flotsam in the race of the
. tide. ...”
“Partners of strange fortunes," - said
. Crittenden, under the contagious spell
of phrase mongering.
"Is that a bargain?” she caught him
up quickly. *
"Another?” he laughed.
But Cynthia met his odd, whimsical
stare with eyes naively earnest and
sincere. "Don’t joke,” she said quietly.
"I mean it And we owe it to ourselves
in a way—to form an alliance of
fensive and defensive: you and 1
against them all. Is it a bargain?” she
repeated, offering her hand with a pret
ty gesture'at once generous and ap
pealing. '
“Yes. . . ’. ”
Crittenden took her hand with more
reluctance than he let her see. He
could not refuse it, but he was wary
of *lOllllls himself become too inti
mately Ifaterested in her, of letting
himself drift with the tide of inclina-’
tion and desire. He feared her just a
little. She was just that much too be
witching. It wouldn’t be hard to be
come more than fond of a creature so
artless and yet so pleasing, so dan
gerously armored in unusual charm and
yet so helpless.
And Letty in her idle malice had put
this constraint upon him, with her cas
ual and contemptous insinuation that
he wished to put aside his wife that
Ihe might be free to marry again. Such
I insignificant, baseless suggestions
| thoughtlessly sown in the minds of men
often take root and grow and flourish,
casting shadows over their lives as long
as the span thereof. As now, when
Crittenden, unable to forget that
groun<|le>sss charge, fearful (it may be)
that it had jome footing in fact, felt
himself curbed to grinding circumspec
tion in all his relations with this girl,
to wjiom he was nothing, even as she
was nothing to him.
Yet now he was pledging himself to
friendship, binding himself to her in a
clandestine understanding, with all its
dangers. . . .
He grew afraid—afraid of himself,
doubting his strength, and afraid of
Cynthia for the very strength of her
fragility.
And in succeeding hours and days of
that curious voyage he grew increas
ingly more apprehensive as meeting suc
ceeded meeting and confidence led to
closer confidence, forging link by link
the bonds of an intimacy hardly to be
broken save at a cost he would willing
' !y have spared them both; though It was
( for Cynthia that he was ever the more
! solicitous and pitiful. Without discour-
■ tesy amounting to boorishness he could
< not avoid the girl, .nor without self-
■ stultification be find to the gladness that
■ lightened in her eyes when they encoun
tered his own. the deepening unwilling
ness with which she parted from him:
nor yet could he be numb to his own
constantly augmented gratification tn
her company, his abiding delight in her
unconscious allure, the joy he had of
her delicate audacity of spirit, her heart
free laughter, her pensive silences.
He was his own fool, who foresaw,
with the clearness of vision that only
blttr unhappiness brings to z man, step
by step the progress of infatuation and
its inevitable end; while he had at his
command a word to break the spell of
ttiat fond enchantment, but not the will
or the power to utter it and rob himself
of what he was learning to prize beyond
ail things desirable.
By degrees he came to despise him-
THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 23, 1912
By Louis Joseph Vance
Author of "The Brass Bowk ”
''No Man’s Land,” Etc.
h self and to look forward, with something
of the yearning of a life prisoner fore-
I seeing the approach of death in his dun
geon, toward that ftiescapable hour when
he must either speak the truth or deny
his manhood. He had one hope, of the
faintest: that the culmination of the
intrigue involving them all would come
in time to afford him some honorable
means of escape.
Those days, while yet that crisis was
deferred, to Crittenden were strangely
bitter-sweet.
To Cynthia they were only sweet, days
that ran their courses in an iridescent
glamour of romance. Unlike Crittenden,
she did not analyze what rendered them
so precious to her. The capacity for self
delusion is not singular to man. Cynthia
lived only for the hour, her soul asleep—
though dreaming. In her understanding
the sunlight shone with added lustre only
because she had no longer that gaunt
shape of Care for company, the air she
inspired was rarely stimulating only be
cause of the mystery of their great ad
venture. She was happy because she
was loved—by Madame Savaran, of
course, who petted her inordinately, to
an extent that would have spoiled an
other nature; she was light of heart and
prone to frequent laughter because she
was kept continually diverted by an un
familiar mode of life: she was constant
ly mindful of Crittenden because he was
a good comrade, keen for the fun of
playing fellow-conspirator and of making
believe that this was a most desperate
hazard—whereas, as she knew in her
heart, the outcome of it could not pos
sibly be anything but for the happiness
of every one concerned.
Thus Cynthia in infrequent moods
of introspection. . . .
Meanwhile the Cynthia ploughed
steadily southwards her blind furrow
on the face of the waters. Little of
moment happened to disturb the tran
quility of shipboard existence. The
great conspiracy simmered gently in
a covered vessel; only occasional jets’
of steam escaped to remind one of the
existence of the brew. The several
cooks responsible for its concoction
hovered solicitously round the pot, ex
ceedingly jealous of its ultimate per
fection. but without open dissension.
Treating one another with admirable if
studied tolerance, the head chefs, Rhode
and Perez, walked apart, wrapped each
in hfs mantle of remote inscrutability.
Small incidents proved disproportion
ately amusing. Captain Lobb, waxing
bold on sufferance, contrived to over
step the undefined bounds of Madame's
tolerance, and get himself severely
snubbed. He sulked for an hour and
then, despairing of making any im
pression upon Cynthia, who somehow
inexplicably remained unconscious of
his charms, began casting sheep’s eyes
at Sidonie.
Mr. Youngling, mildly saturated, en
tertained the company at one luncheon
with a long, loud, and lachrymose mon
ologue anent the virtues of his de
ceased spouse, blandly refusing to be
silenced or squelched by Madame Sa
varan's acrid commentary or basilisk
stare.
Senor Perez continued consistently
attentive to the ladies, implacably su
percilious toward Rhode.
The latter gentleman, between morn
ing and evening bouts with his esti
mable mother-in-law, devoted himself
to the melancholy consumption of an
inordinate amount of American whisky,
without showing any effects thereof, ill
or otherwise, whatever;, unless such
may be termed his habit of hasty prep
aration for Immediate flight whenever
he heard a sound resembling the rust
ling of a skirt
Mr. Claret, 'somewhat slowly but
methodically, managed to quarrel with
every individual member of the ship’s
executive staff, seeming to derive from
this depressing occupation a sort of
morose satisfaction.
Continued in Next Issue.
WINGATE IS SHOT
BY JAILER LEVY
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
CHARLESTON, 6. C.. Aug. 21—Charles
ten Is stirred over the shooting of Capt.
V». x.. Wingate, of the city chaingang
guard, by Assistant Jailor .Clarence Levy.
Wingate is an appointee of Mayor
Grace’s administration, which is opix>s
tng the re-election of Sheriff Martin,
who appointed Levy.
Chief of Police Cantwell says that he
has evidence, secured by his detectives
to show that Wingate was shot from
atnoush and that shots were fired from
the second or third floor windows at
Wingate at the time that Levy opened
are upon him through the bars of the
big gate of the prison. ' .
Mayor Grace has strongly denounced
the Shooting, declaring that it was a
'diabolical plot to murder’’ Wingate
following it is presumed, the evidence
that Wingate was collecting in refer
ence to the conduct of the county jail,
for use by the anti-Martin forces.
Feeling is running high in local poli
tics and the shooting of Wingate has In
tensified it. The refusal of Sheriff
Martin to permit the police to arrest
Levy that he might be arraigned in
the usual form at the station house and
permitting him to continue to occupy
his quarters on the jail and dis
charge his duties and also retain the pis
tol with which Wingate was shot, adds to
the feeling. The warrant for the arrest
was served upon Levy in jail and the
hearing will take place as soon as Win
gate is able to appear.
CHATTANOOGA MAN
ALLEGEDCOUNTERFEITER
(Special Disptch to The Journal.)
CHATTANOOGA, Tenn., . Aug. 21.
Charged with making and passing coun
terfeit dollars, J. L. Case, a resident of
Alton Park, a suburb of this city, has
been bound over to the Federal court
under bond of $5,000 by United States
Commissioner S. J. McAllester. The
prosecution in the case was conducted
by Secret Service Agent E. P. McAdams,
specially detailed upon the case by the
treasury officials at Washington.
The special officer testified that he
had arrested Case in the actual act of
making the money and submitted as
material evidence all the dies and molds
which were used as well as the solu
tions of silver and allo'y and several
finished dollars.
The evidence showed that the gov
ernment inspectors had had Case under
surveillance ever since he purchased his
outfit from a wholesale house in New
York. The agent testified that the in
spectors were always informed of the
receipt of orders such as that submitted
by Case and that the purchasers were
henceforth shadowed until the Federal
authorities were convinced that the ma
terials and molds were not being used
for legitimate and legal purposes.
Several witnesses were introduced
who testified that the accused had upon
several occasions offered them the coun
terfeit money which had been refused.
Other arrests are expected to follow
shortly, as, according to the special
agents, a number of men are impli
cated.
Mil LINEH STRIKES
ICEBERG IN HEffl FOG
But With Different Fate Than
Titanic, She Gets Safely
to Port v. “ ■
(By Associated Frats.)
LIVERPOOL, Aug. 21.—The Allan line
steamer Corsican, which struck an ice
berg east of Belle Isle, near Newfound
land, on the afternoon of August 12 while
on her voyage from Montreal for this
port, arrived here this morning. The fore
part of the vessel was protected with
collision bulkheads, otherwise she
showed no signs of damage.
Captain Cook, the commander nf the
Corsican, in the course of an interview,
when the vessel had docked, said:
"The weather was hazy when the Cor
sican collided with the iceberg on Au
gust 12. She was traveling at dead slow
speed w'hen the iceberg was sighted
ahead. The engines were immediately
put astern, but the Corsican touched be
fore she could be stopped. She suffered
no damage below ten feet of the water
line. The crew was at once called to
stations and the boats were swung out,
but were soon taken back again. -.11
the watertight doors were at once
closed. The weather continued foggy for
four days after the collision, but the
ship was able to proceed at moderate
speed. Her bows were protected with
collision bulkheads.
WAS THERE A PANIC?
Most of the passengers of the Corsican
say there was no panic at the time
of the ‘collision. Two Cambridge stu
dents named Bethel! and Stevens, how
ever, Say they were almost thrown out
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ASTOR BABY MUST WORRY ALONG
ON A PALTRY THREE MILLION
Mrs, Madeline Force Astor
Announces Positively That
She Will Not Contest the
Will ..
(By Associated Brest.)
NEW YORK, Aug. 21.—A formal
statement given out by counsel for Mrs.
Madeline Force Astor, in reply to per
sistent reports that a contest of the
John Jacob Astor will is being con
templated says:
"Mrs. Astor has always expressed
entire satisfaction with the provisions
made for her by her late husband. She
has not now. nor has she ever had any
of their bunks by the violence of the
impact. They also assert that a number
of the passengers were panic-stricken,
and that one woman called on everybody
to kneel and pray.
The students assert that a hundred
tons of ice fell on the ship’s deck and
that there was 19 feet of water in the
hold last Sunday.
The crew, they said, were unable to
sleep in the forecastle after the colli
sion. Several of the passengers had nar
row escapes.
Stevens continued:
“Several Italian on board were seized
with panic, grabbed their bags and
jumped into the boats. If we pad taken
to the boats there would have been no
chance of being picked up, as the fog
bank was said to be 100 miles wide. As
a matter of fact, we did not sight a
boat for two days.”
The captain asserts that the Corsican
did not ship any water.
The passengers held a meeting today,
shortly before their arrival, and pre
sented Captain Cook with a gold watch
and a purse of gold.
desire or intention to dispute the valid
ity of the ante-nuptial agreements or
the will.
“As for setting aside the will, any
lawyer of the slightest experience
would not advise that it could be done.
All the provisions strictly conform to
the laws- of the state, la reference to
the article ofc the will providing for
posthumous children, it must be sai4
that while the fund of s3,\Joo.o()b' seems
to be rather small in view of the large
estate Colonel Astor left and as com
pared with the sum William Vincent
Astor will receive, it is nevertheless,
a large fortune and ample for the heir’s
maintenance and deucation. It is like
ly, moreover, that this trust estate will
quadruple by the time the child is 21
years old.”
HEAVY VOTE EXPECTED
IN SUMTER COUNTY
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
AMERICUS, Ga_. Aug. 20. —With 1,800
Democratic voters registered for tomor
row’s primary in Sumter, friends of the
several candidates, gubernatorial, state
house, legislative and congressional, are
busily engaged today seeing the voters.
Comparatively little interest, however,
is manifested in the contest for state
house offices.
At Crisp campaign headquarters, the
assertion is made Tuesday afternoon
that Judge Charles Crisp will carry
twelve of the fifteen counties of the
district ■with a plurality of 3,000.
The four-cornered legislative race in
Sumter, between Crawford Wheatley, E.
A. Nisbet, J. E. Sheppard and John Fer
gusion, is decidedly interesting, with the
result in doubt. Messrs. Sheppard, Nis
bet and Ferguson were members of the
recent general assembly and are seek
ing re-election.
GILDED NORTH KILLS
HIMSELF ON DDDMT
“I’m Tired of This Thing,’’ He
Told Young Woman Com
panion
y j? ? • ■ - i ■;
(By AsMcUted Preu.)
NEW YORK. Atig. 21.—That part of;
Broadway known as the Rialto, wasj
the scene of another shooting early to—
day, when a young man registered at al
local hotel as "A. W. Rogers, of Jack'
son. Miss.” suddenly remarked to a
young woman with whom he had spent
the evening: \
"You go along. I'm tired of this'
thing. I’m going to kill myself.”
As the girl fled, Rogers drew a re-1
volver and sent a bullet through his'
brain.
The police believe the name Rogers:
was an assumed one, for on the man’s |
watch fob were the initials "A. W. Y.”l
and the same initials were engraved on
his cuff links. Rogers came here about]
a month age. He was evidently a man;
of means, for much jewelry and a large,
roll of bills was found on his clothing. *
FUTURE OF CHINA
FULL OF PROMISE
SAN FRANCISCO, Aug. 20.—"Condi-L
tions in the new republic of China araj
slowly shaping themselves into soma
semblance of organization.” said Rear
Admiral J. R. Murdock, when he arrived
from the Orient yesterday.
"The situation is far from satisfac
tory, but it cannot be expected that a
new government can be formulated over
night. Internal dissensions will keep it
from gaining a flrm basis. When the
leaders cease advising conflicting meth
ods, China will go forward with giant
strides.”
