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8 Cynthia-oj-the-M inute Copyright 1911 By Louis Joseph Vance (Coitlnuitioa of Chapter XU.) - •'Get out of mj room, d’ye hear?” With a swift movement madarne Sav aran wised a coloane bottle from her dressing table. “And If you ever dare speak to me again ” Perea incautiously opened his mouth, and then ducked alertly. The heavy rut glass bottle struck a metal coat book on the partition beside his head, broke and drenched him with its pun gent contents. For a second he stood coughing and strangling, his eyes and face smarting with the potent stuff, then turned and stumbled blindly out into the alleyway and so away, mopping his countenance wih a handkerchief and swearing fluently to himself In mixed English. French and Spanish "i’lrago!" he asserted, among other printable designations. ‘Termagant* Vixen?" As he disappeared and the sound ■«? his lamentations gryw less deafening, Madame Savaran with an abrupt shift of manner turned to Cynthia "Go quickly.” she said with a soft laugh. “Thry won't trouble me again tonight. I promise you. . . And here—take thia" She throat a little pearl-handled re volver into Cynthia’s unwilling band. "I have another, in case of need. Give this to your young man. my dear. He’ll need It" “But Madame.” stammered Cynthia Ts it true—-about the jeweler’ True? My dear, of course It’s true They have inexplicably disappeared.” "But—” "Not another ‘but’ tonight. It is nothing. I am rich; I can buy more, if I wish to. But they will come back, never fear. -Now go, before they think to get a guard and stop you from see ing him." She grasped Cynthia’s arm and. half affectionately, pushed her out of «~»® stateroom. Acklln was waiting patiently In the alley way. With a different gesture he plucked at the sleeve of the dazed girl. This w*y. ma m. please.” said ha There’s a service companlonw’y up for'ard ’ere. They might ’old us up if we was to try to pass through the saloon. They're all w’yltln’ thera ‘ArK to that, now* - ’ A burst of laughter, deep and hear ty. rolled up from the main deck. “Perea ’ exclaimed tne steward. tf»ou«r>t tTall jr relievinur Cynthia of part of Pteer- ytoek <»F wm medica menta. artin' *.<. 'lra. they wwtefx sa gg-rwraat racket of lock sarxl bolts. w«r« left izx darknees tempered only tay kJEx® frovgi ksa« saloon &.X ft»sy =~. «x writ?* ws«» *-In mas ■Hßjay Ainx ww®—-- tnterter corny ■ nton CZyrxtti i*. found hereelf In xkx® lower atl leywhy and moved arX®*X Ytxily' forwa,. sIC X*»® wrrjc® of the steward, who dance*? impatiently *€ h«r heels, alarmed t>e cause of the commotion of voices aft. ’“TtsJt liljy fedfci* a.l>aJxt ’im.” explained the man in a stage whisper. 7 “Only they was •to catch me at this, my Kame would t>® about xip a.rxl no mlfftyke. A. 11 I'm afryde of io momelxMly ’ll remember ’e is n’t locked in. 'K’s ’ere, miss." He stbpped before the door of the stateroom farthest forward, on the starboard side. "None of the other rooms is occupied,” said he, groping in the darkness for the knob. ’They *re ‘ mostly dismantled. ’E’s really 'ardly what you might call comfortable.” He touched a switch and flooded the stateroom with light, then stood aside. Cynthia brushed past him with a little cry of pity and concern. The room was bare of all save fixed furniture, such as the berths built in one above the other, and the ward robe. folding seat, and washstand. There was. however, a mattress on the lower berth, and on thia lay Crittenden, just sensible To an unnatural pallor was added the ghastly affect of a quantity of blood smeared over his countenance, its source a deep gash above his right tem ple. At first glance his appearance boded a far more serious pass than .* was actually the case with him. Not withstanding this. Cynthia had her emo tions well in hand. «■ "'Bra, ma’am.” said he. indicating a small tin pitcher with steaming spout on the floor by the head of the berth. "I was going to try to mend im up myself before I thought how as Tier’aps a woman's 'ands would make a tidier job of it." - Tas,” said Cynthia, absently. “Put those down here.” she added, pointing out a place for him to leave the sup plies for first aid to the injured. "And the water into tha. basin." Tea. miso.” Acklie obeyed. then hung for a moment in indecision Tm afryde 111 'ave to go now. miss. They're ringin’ for their whisky." “Very VrelL” - "And I m’y not ’ave a chance to get back." “Don’t worry. 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The real cause of Crittenden's period of unconscious ness—now some time past, although he was as yet by no means In full command of his faculties —resided In the merciless blow on his jaw. a clean knockout ad ministered with all the fbrce and weight and malicious brutality of intent that the Nova Scotian had at his command. But even of this the effects were rap idly’ wearing away. Crittenden's head was still ringing and aching badly; oth erwise he was resting without intolera ble discomfort, able to understand what was going on and to tell with his eyes, if not with his prohibited lips, of bis thankfulness and appreciation as Cyn thia with quick, deft hands first spong ed the bloodstains from his face, then cleansed the wound with hot water and peroxide, finally dusting it with an astringent antiseptic powder, and ban daging it with a soft pad of linen and adhesive plaster. As she was finishing, the click of a latch behind her Jirought her to her feet with a start A face looked in. dour and sardonic, at the open door—the face of Mr. Claret darkened by an open sneer. “Affecting.” he observed, with his air of the aloof cynic. Tn fact, touching. Sweetheart at bedside of lover-victim of manhandling. *O woman! In our hours of ease uncertain, coy’ ” Is there anything you want here?” de manded Cynthia, her face stained crim son to the edges of her hair. "And nice to squeeze,” misquoted Mr. Claret with a leer. "No," he replied; “we were just wondering where you were. I had a suspicion—though I can't imagine how you got here. However, it saves trouble. I bid you good night.” With this he shut the door and turned k®j- in tha lock. As the wgj-dff shot honw to tß«4r vodc®c® Cynthia «tx-suse>®<S tt»® txa.n<3<® B.nd twisted it Fxxtllwlir. Mr Claret! she cried in real d’-s --tress. •'.Mr. Claret!” But for answer she hea.r<l only a. low. hateful chuckle lax conjunction with the , notee oF tha key withdrawn Kx-om kkxe arwl goUo wed *>y m. wound deliber- aaffw. ra rwwm, P W »Uy Vo here with as. look oF dajred and Incomprehension. Ingtinctlvely Crittenden tried to rise. Tli® effort, however, only resulted in sun immediate return to his former position, mi dm. nt M rttimnlM m in voluntary groan. r > itlful. Cynthia went to him. “What !« ItT” ghe stelced gently, taking the seat by the head of the berth. "Pinwheels —” "What!” A sorry smile accompanied Critten den’s explanation: “Pinwheels goin’ round in my head; also long jagged streaks of red fire. Hurts plenty. I*on’t worry, though. Better presently.” He opened his eyes and regarded her, with a clearer intelligence In his ex pression. "Good of you to patch me up. Lobb bit me before I got a chance at him. How long ago was that?” She told him half an hour; whatever its actual length, the period of time had elapsed between the assault on Rhode and the recovery of Crittenden had been so filled with incident and emotion that to Cynthia half an hour seemed a con servative estimate of Its duration. Crittenden knitted his brows, perplex ed. "My light’s been out uncommonly long for a clean knockout Must’ve hit my head falling.” "You did." Cynthia told him, and ex plained in detail. "That accounts for it How about Rhode?” ‘ Cynthia quoted Acklin's report. “Lobb and Claret eb? I’m afraid that means Rhode will swing to the other side. They're strong, and they've got powerful methods of persuasion. My turn next I presume." Crittenden made a second and suc cessful effort to sit up, but at a cost of some minutes of splitting headache, during' which he had -perforce to sit In silence on the edge of the berth, holding his head in both handa In her distress, to see him so racked with pain, as naturally and without pre meditation as she would have sought to comfort a child, Cynthia touched with oom passionate fingers the dark disorder of hts hair, lifting the damp locks away from his forehead, brushing -them gent-' THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1912 By Louis Joseph, Vance Author of “The Brass Bowk “No Man's Land, ” Etc. ly back from his lean-well modeled tem ples. "I'm sorry,” said she. “very sorry, Bruce.” He knew what she did not, that thus Impulsively she called him by his given name for the first time. He looked up, disturbed, perplexing her with his smile, in which shone something else than grat itude and understanding—something veil ed and to her unfathomable. For some reason she withdrew her hand. He sat up straight, composing his features. Beneath the surface of her thoughts she wondered vaguely, sensitively to the fact that a nameless influence had sounded a discord in the concert of sym pathies. Less subjectively, in fugitive forgetfulness of present plight and im pending pass, she was all preoccupied with those intimations of contentment and security which association with him never failed to yield her; with an insen sible surrender to the attraction he held for her, with deep though unrecognized delight In the sight of him, in the strong lines and bold surfaces of features form ing the face of a man, innocent alike of prettiness and pettiness. ... A tran sient mood, a pause in the whirl ’and swirl of her excited senses and percep tions. having its conclusion almost in its beginning. . . . Abruptly Crittenden stood up, swaying momentarily, with a hand against the wall, then with a tremendous effort forc ing his limbs to support him without a tremor. "There!” he said with satisfaction in his tone that found no footing in his hu mor. “I’m all right now. You see . . . I musn't detain you longer. It must be late.” With recognition of her position thus brought home, Cynthia too found her self upon her feet. The light he feared died away from her eyes; alarm and dis may replaced it. "I don't know . , she stammered. "I'm afraid . . . we’ll have to be pa tient.” “Why?" she asked sharply. "We’re locked in . . .” Beneath his breath Crittenden exclaim ed inaudibly: “Oh, the devil!” Concern ■ and vexation colored his countenance. "How did that happen?” he demanded aloud, with a quick survey of their prison that suggested nothing hopeful. Cynthia worked her hands together. "Mr. Claret locked the door and took the key with him,'* she explained. “You see _ . She x~ecounte<l tersely the cix-cum- ctances wvkxkckx had brought Her- to Fit® wide and kept her there, a. prisoner with tiim. Me listened attentively, if with a. wan dering;. glance, alert to catch upon the wt promising material to facilitate their eecape or. rather, here; for himself was compara tl vely tndltrferent coval<fl rrva na ar® saomekaowr alone _ - TX»er-«e- were kw«» gxzrWJß. one in the slAe. t'ulkhead Tor-wr-mrvS. o-verl the maxln <2eclK to the k>ows; Xxofi-tx. of oourae. fter too small for paasage of airxy t»o<3y laxger TiiaLXi a, monkey’s; a.nd. equally of course, both open fox- the s&lce of ventila.- tioxx. Tlx® single door was as stout as its lock; moreover, it closed tight ir. At tin ton of tut roar wiiino c ventilating space four or five inches deep was filled in Yay an iron grill, on tfie un der side of the deck above. There were no other openings, and not a atick of detachable furniture that might serve as a lever to force the door. "Score a big black mark against Mr. Claret,” commented Crittenden as the girl stopped speaking. “There’s ‘no Ben»e in this anyway. Why keep you locked up? What could you do against them?” "Perhaps to get me out of the way while they rob Madame Savaran.” she suggested. ‘ - "But if her jewelry has already been rooked ” "Perhaps Perez didn’t believe her.” Crittenflen considered this with an In tent frown. "There may be something in that,” he conceded. "Still . . . . Do you believe her story?” "Don't you think It likely?” "It’s quite probable, at all events. Sldonie’s capable of it—or, for that mat tar, any one of this gang might have made up his mind to steal a march on the others. But that does not alter the &epselessn?ss of this outrage. If ever I get within arm’s length of Claret I’ll wring his scoundrelly neck. Pure ma licious mischief—! The cur!” "Don’t mind. I’ll try not to. It might be worse.” "Oh, something must be done about it.” Crittenden declared. He stopped by the push button for the annunciator in the main saloon, and putting his thumb upon, it, maintained a steady pressure during several minutes, trying to detect the faint, distant thrill of the elecric buxzer. But nothing an swer’ll it. and at length, discouraged and exasperated, he gave up the attempt. "Don’t worry ro,” Cynthia pleaded dif fidently. "We mast be patient.” Incredulous, he stared down at her. Was it possible she did not unerstand the true Inwardness of her predicament —the tacit inference therefrom in the minds of men, that battened on their dual sequestration, gaining weight and cruel significance with every minute they passed togetber? She met his look fairly, but be neath its insistence a color almost im perceptible dyed her face. . . . In that instance his frantic, help less rage against Claret congealed Into ice of hatred. ... 1 She sat on the edge of the berth, > head uplifted to meej his eyes; by which she was invested with an un speakable allure of youth and faith and transcendent beauty. She seemed to him then, and forever after, the most beautiful woman the world had ever known; lily-fair and radiantly flushed beneath her crowning gold, her eyes twin lakes of sombrous brown with the promise and the glamour of the all woman slumbering in their depths; a woman strong and good and wholesome, sand and clean of mind, sound and clean of body; a woman to worship and ’revere, to fight and live and die for. . . . He turned suddenly away, lest she knew, his pain and passion from his look, and presently, for lack of any think better to do, set himself to at tack the lock with a penknife. Os nickeled metal affixed to the In side of the panels, not mortised, it would have given little trouble to a screwdriver. But the small blades of the little pocket knife proved wholly ineffectual to move the solidly set screw heads; one after another they broke off short or twisted like tin un- Iler his manipulation. "I'm afraid it’s no use.’’ said the girl quietly. "Why not rest?” ’Tm not beaten yet," he asserted "It’s nothing,” he said: "I mean, no matter. I wasn’t accomplishing any thing. anyway. We must try to think of something else.” Noting this, he said aloud in his wonder: "Hel-lo!" Behind him he heard Cynthia rise. •What is it?” “Nothing—only Thurlow is apparent ly still on duty. I thought he’d shut up shop for the night. It means noth ing—to us, at least.” She failed to reply for a moment, then, standing beside him, closed her fingers in caption on hts hand. "Hush!” said she softly. "What— 7’ "Listen. . . Hg experienced tha inevitable re- awakened consciousness of the ship’s concordant sounds. Then instinctively pitching his auditory sense to a higher key, distinctly he heard the door of the next stateroom aft shut with an effect of stealth. Immediately there followed a noise of some one stumbling with less caution in the darkness, and then a loud squeak as some considerable weight strained tha slats of the berth. “Who’s there?” Crittenden demanded suddenly, aloud. His reply came apparently from the ceiling, in tones hushed and furtive: ”-sh! Not so loud, please, Mr. Critten den.” *■ “Acklln!” cried Cynthia incautiously. "You, Miss Gryce!”—with boundless amazement. "Quiet —steady’”. Crittenden caution ed. "What are you doing there, Acklln?” "Standin’ on the berth, sir, the better to talk quiet-like through the grytin’.” Cynthia stifled a nervous laugh. Crit ten leaving her to imitatw the example set by the steward. "What do you want?” he asked, when their heads were on a level. "Only to see if there was aught J could do for you, sir. I thought Miss Gryce’d be in her styteroom—” "She was locked in with me—by acci dent. Claret has the key. Can you get your hands on it any way?” After an instant: “I'm afr’ide not, sir. Mr. Claret’s standin’ is watch on the bridge just now. sir.” "Try some other key—” “I’ll see, sir.'" They’re kept, as you know, in the chief steward’s office. Mr. Griscom sleeps there. If he’s not—” "Then get me a screwdriver: I can take the lock off from this side. Tie a string to it and lower it over tne starboard port. Do you understand?” "Yes, sir. Very good. sir. I can manage that, I think. But you must be pytient They’re ’avin’ a conference tn the dining saloon and keepin’ me busy passin’ the drinks, sir. I just stole off for a minute to see 'ow you were. But I’ll get you the screwdriver, sir; never fear.” “One moment. What about Madame Savaran?”' ”1 believe she’s ’oldin’ the fort, as one might s’y, sir; she’s in her styte room, and I think she ’as barricyded the door.” ■ "At least, she’s in no immediate dan ger?” ’ u- “No, sir. There’s a bit of a row on about ’er jewels. They’ve ’ad the myde Sidonie up a-cro«s«-examinin’ ’er till she threatened to go into ’ysterlcs; but she wouldn’t own up to tyklh’ the jewels; and now they’re accusin’ each other. It’s a ticklish job all round, sir. ... But they’ll t>® misiin* me; I’ll t>e oft.” JHT® dropped down wvit.ts & llffrtxt eAxu<S oF Ye®t, and in another moment ha.<i let himself almost noiselessly out into the alleyway, while, encouraged, Crittenden himself cautiouely descended to share with Cynthia. Akxlm gleam off hope. •"He won’t <3i.ekeu>- eaxy more tYxa-xx he caun yxelg». X feel eaaa-e. So you won' t l»e oooXXxX og> here e. preset while longer.”’ She made no aunawer. "You will t>e able to fTxx«X your way back &XX rtakx-t ?• * he added nervously. said Cynthia, 1.0 a. listless tone. '•But you? 'VS’fiaLt you do?” •*l’ll k>e all right. They only locked me up to get me out of the -way for the time being. , If Rhode goes Over, as I think he must to save his skin, they’ll ut!4 IM II DM flt till lllKllffltll. so nt, be on hand, whatever happens, vmdLou'bt- 1 edly.” “But unharmed?” she quickly, q.'boar, etao Incmfw shrdluvbgk etao He was obliged to admit that. "Then take this: Madame Savaran . said it was for you.” Cynthia groped in the darkness until she recovered the pretty little revolver she had heedlessly put as|de on entering. Then finding his hand she pressed the weapon into it, as cribing to his overtaxed nerves the sharp movement with which ha, broke the con tact of her fingers. “What’s thlas’ he demanded brusque ly. "Oh! . .' , I presume one might have expected Madame to invest fn a trinket like this.” His laugh sounded briefly supercillious. "Is It—lsn’t Itr-?” "Calibre too light,” he answered in language cryptic to Cynthia “For real service you want a gun that throws a bullet heavy enough to stop a man com ing at you. This —well it might blind him by a happy.chance, or confuse him with pain—not if he were fighting mad, however. Otherwise,” he continued, talking rapidly to cover his feeling, “I’d make shift with It to blow the lock off that floor. At least I’ve heard of that sort of thing being accomplished—ln books. However, we may be able to knock a turn out of it.” ' “Yes,” said dully, silencing him with the discovery that she had not been attending. < He went to - the forward port and looked out. He had hardly guessed how precariously his emotions were balanced, that they should be so unsettled, thrust perilously out of poise, by the simple touch of Cynthials hand upon his own. He fought against himself, and was afrkid, knowing what she suspected only as one who dreams. She had returned to the folding seat against the after partition, on a sudden assailed by an Inexplicable sensation of helplessness and need, of weakness and distress, unrelated to any condition her mind acknowledged. Moveless, tense, she sat In undefined expectancy, brooding over the troubled depths of her soul. Something curious was happening: deep down in the pro found, unplumbed abyss of her being some change was in process, infusing her consciousness with exquisite pre monitions. And there, in the darkness that lay between them, she seemed to sense a presence alien yet strangely intimate to thera both; there something lived outside of life; there something rare and deli cately wonderful stirred and pulsed in the womb of nature. Whispered hints of a happiness pass ing the understanding bewildered with | their impalpable, elusive charm. She ex- i perienced confusio n.poignant inklings of something new and heretofore un- ’ dreamed of, something singular and con- l summate —as they were glimpses of the light of a world beyond human ken, a light blindly beautiful, penetrating, in tense, visible only to the elect. . . , Cynthta felt her self all trembling, beyond control. / At the port, against a plaque of pur- | pie sky strewn with the dust of stars, j Crittenden’s profile showed stark, en silhouette. Her gaze was held to this, because of this her lips were parted, and for this her heart was throbbing like the heart of a wild thing In a cage. Without presage this dangerous mur murous hush was broken by the ship’s belL Two strokes beautiful with brazen sor.ance, and then two more, with v scanty space between sang through the silent, sound-swept ship. Following, a manss voice rang out with an eyry, palintlve cadence; “Four bells, and all’s wel-1-1. . . The spell snapped like an over-taut string. Cynthia stirred restlessly, fuel ing the bounds of enchantment severed and falling irrevocably from her senses. In his place, Crittenden moved, with a low exclamation of impatience. “Good Lord!” he breathed, thinking of Aoklin. “Will he never come?” Down from the crow's nest dropped the lookout’s hail, wierdly resonant and stir ring: "Breakers ahead! Four ( points off the starboard bow! ’ ’ Some one responded from the bridge. Then a second cry from the eyry on foremast—‘land-bo I”—and again the I THEIS DENOUNCE COVEMI DIM'S VETO They Will Use Best Efforts to Secure Relief From Rail road Commission (Special Dispatch td The Journal.> WAYCROSS, Ga., Aug. 30. —Traveling men of this section are indignant over Governor Brown’s veto of the mileage bill and will use their best efforts to have favorable action taken by the state railroad commission. Many of the men on the road who have been supporting Governor Brown say they are done with a man who will so plainly show whose tool he is. Very strong expressions against the governor’s action are made throughout this section. curt acknowledgment of the officer in charge of the bridge. Almost immediately there was a stir and bustle audible on the deck overhead. A man came running forward, bootheels ringing loudly on the planks, and dart ed up to the bridge. Another shot down the companion ladder from the prome nade to the main deck and stumbled for ward to the bows, where others joined , him. A little later this maneuver was ac counted for by the tedious announce ments of the leadsmen. In the bowels of the vessel the bell of the engine room telegraph jangled and had echoes in- the Instrument of the bridge. The vibration of the ship at once lessened, and there was a notable diminution of speed. Somewhere overhead the voices of two men were heard in heated wrangling, presently to be silenced by the peremp tory accents of a third. Cynthia stole to Crittehden’s side. “What does it mean,” she breathed. "It can’t be possible we have made a harbor .hereabouts, ’can it?” He laughed uneasily. “I’m afraid we have, or soon will. It’s part of the game.” “But—” “Hush,” he Said gently. Footsteps were sounding immediately above. Some one began to let himself down the lad der l>qfore the port, with a catition in strong contrast to the Impetuosity of the seaman who had preceded him. As the man found footing at the bottom Crit tenden recognized the figure and habit of Perez. • “Wait.” he admonished the kAx*l a sec ond tlxxxe In a whisper. The Brazilian turned immediately to ward the wireless deckhouse and disap peared. They heard him speak, evident ly addressing sltx order to the opiCßXx».t:or. the dyrxsemo began to - nxxrr. its volume to a. windy r-osxr-. there was &. clicking ot sswltctxes easily audible. a.rxd the abrupt crackle and detonation or the «X>wr->c broke upon the quiet. mometxowc thi-illlng with its nxoxxotonous 1 nslstence. endlessly iterated its tcxrsirx <=x~y through nlgrht-bound or loneliness*. After the first dozen or so explosions .' Crittenden started and smothered an • exclamation. Cynthta studied his Face : as revealed tn. the diffused glimmer ol j starlight that penetrated the port. His ’ look was strained, she thought; and his j hand grasping: the brass-bound opening I ■was rigifi. and motionless. She divined ‘ that he -was Influ&nced by a. strong ex citement. * (Contixx-aed in XTexct Xs ana.) 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