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8 Cynthia-of-the-M inute Copyright 1911 By Louis Joseph I a nee ' ( Cob tisaatioß of Chapter XXXX.) "No! Hoar me out. I‘ve got to say j it. . .’. I love you. 1 de|ir. 1 1 love you-; with every breath and thought and in r-lnet I’ve been loring •you from the first—l. too. know it ttvw. an® know bow< desperately I’ve ben loving you. AU • -long I >n»w that thia was hi n» strug ’ ‘ gttn* for expreasion,, but . . 1 touidn t let It co*h* out. I dared not. for fear of—just thh. what we-ve come to face now. 4»ere. Anally. ..el don t’doubt it was my fault; meet are so made: though I did what I cooM to hide m$ feeting. I see now that alL.along.l ve been court ing you Cynthia. making fov< tw you. insensibly to mySelf «nd perhaj* to you. j but npne the less actually wooing you. dear, because I loved you. -. But .- . •. ’**! His will was weaker than his neces sity He had need tn pdpe and Sum mon more strength to' pause and sum bare the truth to her. •» .. - .J • "Then." the sirTsaid. wondering, hurt and since you lov* me. why—?" I "Becadse.' he said In voice (hat she hardly -recognised. It has pleased God so to order my affairs that I have al- 1 ready a wife. . I may not love you nor lang for you nor even worship your sweetness and dearness from a distance— because 1 am married " His hands left her shoulders: free, she tottered, turned, and reeled toward the forward port, blindly seeking air. Crit tenden saw the shadow -of her head against the opening, then with a sense of suffocation bred of his futile rage against himself, his hatred and contempt and de spair of himself, he turned as instinctive ly to the sole outlet for his feelings— the lock that held them in this heart rending Intimacy, the lock that was re £ appnsible for all this needless pain and suffering; needless, at least, this night. He fell to his knees before the door, struck a match, found the screwdriver, and attacked the lock with a concentrat ed ferocity, as though he held it a malig nant foe. * While he worked he could hear Cyn thia behind him fighting to restrain sobs that were shaking her in great, stormy gusts, torturing and exhausting her with demoniac strength. For all that, few were audible—short, dry. painful jests of sound that stretched him no less than ' her upon a rack of anguish. ... With a final, frantic wrench he tore the lock away. thrust the shank of the screwdriver through the keyhole and pried the door open. <' Then, rising. "Cynthia." he called soft ly. shivering. He heard her shift and move toward him. and he stood out of her path. f A faint glimmer of light shifting down the alleyway from the illumination In 'the dining saloon showed him her face, set and drawn and white with a ghostly pallor. Her eyes were fixed and steady, seeing only what lay ahead. She moved with the intent, unconscious air of a somnambulist. -* ’Cynthia . . She paused, just perceptibly, her Pale lips moving, "Tee?" “Cynthia." he said. “I—l’m sorry. Cyn thia." \ She nodded automatically, meeting his eyes with the same stunned stare “Yes.” «he assented wearily; "you must be. I know that. We are both sorry. But * Her sweet, lips softened and quivered "Good night.” she said in a . choking breath; and so went from him. finding her way by some subliminal sense' since she could not see its turnings for her, blinding tears. >( » ft > X AITERMATH With but little hesitation, worked upon imperatively by his solicitude. Critten den quietly followed Cymhia. He might not rest until he knew that she was safe in, her. stateroom in the company and care of Madame Savgran—for whose cap abilities he shared profbund respect with al! who came within the bounds of her sphere of influence and activity. With Madame, he felt. Cynthia would be more safe than anywhere else, under the con ditions—still somewhat nebulous tn bls intelligence— then obtaining aboard the vessel. Whether oriot’ the attack upon Rhode and his downfall spelled anarchy, a reign of misrule on the Cynthia, re mained »Ib question. Os one thing alone couM Crittenden be sure; that the ship was not large enough to shelter both himself and Claret . . . Captain Lobb he could regard without corrosive animosity. Crittenden bore the man no good will, but was reason able. His attitude when discovered by Lobb—with pistol poised apparently <m a point of choice alone—had been suffi cient warrant for Kis‘ prompt disarma ment by the handiest method. So with Ixtbb he could rest content to settle at any opportune time. But Claret—a rattle snake or scorpion could share with him thine 9 a lE%rWPW BTmRFH* 1 ! 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The wrong that ‘he had done* her Jtankled like cor |ruptlon Ip his thought*, blighting every , normal instinct, not ewsn second in his 'estimation to foul injury conceived in the vfctousnese of f’larei’s imaging I'On. From' the very beginning. Crittenden told himtelf. he had played the cur In all i)!q association with her. He loathed himself for the readiness with which he had made place for her image in his ! heart, fsr the fondness with which he I had in secret dwelt upon the thought of her. for the love of her that he had appre | hended without a quiv*r of resistance. : telling himself What he knew in his heart to be false, that she should never dream of It; for the eagerness which had marked his anticipations of thglr meetings and <he sweetness he had tast ed of her naive acceptance Os him in the guise -of friend and. confidant. Through these things .glone. which he could have averted and rendered as noth ing by the least show of Indifference (he fancied), had love grown up between them. . . , And even within the hour he had prove himself the egotist be yopd pardon or redemption, through the weakness with which he had yielded to .the temptation to justify himself in her eyes by the declaration of his love. True, he had spoken simple truth but a. a denial, a brutally contemptuous attitude would have quenched her passion in.its inception; whereas his course bad |>een calculated solely to feed fuel to its flamg Though through som* such false cruelty on his part, she had learned to despise the thought of him. and wpuld so all her days, still would he have earned the right to hold his head up with the highest among men, have proven himself more kind and true.to her by playing traitor to their love. \ Before him. in the alley way, the shad-1 owy shape of white .faltered. He too paused. He heard her try the knob of her stateroom door, then Iter uncertain Spock, and an Instant later the inar ticulate, mellow tones of Madame Sa vgran’s voice. Cynthia said. in a breath: “It is I, Cynthia- .„ There was a sound of something heavy being dragged away from the door, followed by a rattle of yielding wards and bolts. An oblong of- light fell across the alleyway, showing Cyn thia like a gifost. madame <a figure for laughter, mature charms too candidly displayed in the too-youthful revelation of her nightdress, wig and cap disposed at conflicting but mutually impossible angles. Then, again the passage was darkened. Crittenden stole softly aft. The upper saloon resejnbled what was visible to him of the lower, in its empti ness. He swung lightly down the- com panionway, rage like a fire burning in his and surprised Acklin In the business of away a litter of pottles and glasses at the end of one of the tables. The little Londoner showed < fab* of care and anxiety, when he looked tip at the sound of' footsteps. Seeing Critten den, he put aside his fray and cam* to meet him midway in the saloon. With a finger to’ his lips admonishing caution.' “Miss Br’yce, sir?” he asked quickly. "She’s in ’et sty teroom. .syfe?" "Yea” Crittenden answered, pausing. “Thanks to you. Where’s, ha pursued without-a break. rvf’ Acklin threw a quick glance at the clock on the after transverse. “ ”Ardly six bells, sir." he commented. "He’ll be on-the bridge, still.” ’ i'’ • "AH right,” said Crittenden brusquely. He swung on his heel to gi back up the 'companion, at the same timtf feel ing in his pocket for Madame Sa varan’s revolver. ‘Beg pardon? sir—” ' • •’* "Later-e-rh talk to you l*ter."i ’ “No, sir, now—if you’ll pardon,’-’ In sisted the" steward, darting forward and' catcfiing his sleeve as Crittenden put foot on the lowest step. “Just a word of advice —you must ’ear me. sir. You’re thinkin' of shuttln’ ‘is mouth. I tyke it?” “I am," said Crittenden grimly*. “Has he been talking, do you know,?" K “I think not, sir. ,’E's been too busy ever since; .’e’s navigatin' officer ' and pilot in one. as you might say. That's what 1 wanted to tell you. sir. ’E’s the only .man that knows .these waters well enough to tyke the ship syfely through THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 10. 1912. By Louis Joseph. Vance Author of'*l he Brass Bou)l, ” “No Man’s Land,” Etc. them, and if 'e’s interfered with before we come ’to anchor the chawnces are she’ll pile up on a sunken reef. She’s in the thick of them now. sir. I ’ope ypu'll overlook the liberty, but ’ad’nt you better wyte tillf'e comes off the bridge, rather than risk the lives of all of us?” Scowling with Impatience, Crittenden shook his arm free. "You’re right,” he agreed reluctantly. ”1 didn't know about our position—or rather, I’d forgot ten what it ought to be just now. "Make yoyr mind easy; I’ll hold off till she makes her anchoYage.” "Thankee, sir. That’s all I wanted to s’y,” Humbly the steward turned to his interrup'ted task. c For a few moments Crittenden lingered, watching him curiously. Then abruptly: “Acklin—?” said he. The man hesitated inquiringly. “What's your interest in oqr side of this business, Acklin?” demanded Crit tenden, coming closer. “Why are you so concerned for us, rather than for side of the biggest guns?” A strange look, unintelligible, crossed the steward's/face: then, when, he seemed on the point of some impulsive disclos ure,- reticence clouded his eyes like a palpable film. • ; *’ “I don’t ‘old with such goin’s-on,” he said a thought sullently; /‘that is, not where women’s concerned. ,I’ve always tried to be as decent as most men—aver age honest and square; It was only ’ard 'luck made me turn me 'and to this sort of thing. And there wasn’t a word about women in the articles I signed on to, sir much less about robbery and worse.” “Worse—” “I’ve picked up a word or two, 'ere and there, sir; they don't p’y much ‘eed to the likes of me, you know; nothin’ defi nite, so to speak; just ’lnts that they’d like to get rid of the old lydy—beg par don. Madame Savaran.” “And Miss Grayce?” “They ‘aven’t said much about ’er while I was in ’earin’, sir,” said the man obliquely. “What about Rhode? Have they won him over?” Acklip shook a dubious head. “I wouldn’t like to s’y, sir. 'E ’olds out strong and per’aps it'.s only my suspi ciousness makes me think ’e’s weak enin'.” * “Oh . i - ” said Crittenden thought fully. “Is .that, all, sir?'* Acklin made as if to take up a heavily, laden tray. "I wouldn't like, to be caught ’talkin—’’ “Os course. ""Yes, that's all, just now. Gpod-night—and if y*e get out of this alive, Acklin. and I have the chance,. I’ll do what I can (or you.” . “Thankee, air. I’ll s’y the syme, if I m’y tyke the liberty. ’ Good-night ” His mood shadowed with profound dis quiet, Crittenden turned and slowly reas cepded the companionway. Stepping quietly out pn deck, he found It quite deserted: the only figures visible .were overhea.d, on the bridge, where a knot of heads arid shoulders bulked back against the shimmering heavens. Severa! men were there, in consultation over and more or less tense attendance upon the ticklish (ask of navigation. In their .number Crittenden thought to distinguish Lobb and Claret, but without surety. At all events, he considered Acklin’s coun sel had been that of supererogation: only a madman would have dreamed of bearding the first officer against such overwhelming odds. None the less, the hour would strike •• j ■ He feet his teeth upon his purpose neither tq forget nor yet to weaken, and moved noiselessly forward, placing him feelf it . the rail directly beneath -the bridge., - ‘,. .’. ! Here he foSmd himself in ' Close ac quaintance with every phase of their position. The Cynthia was approaching | the conclusion of her voyage; the omin -1 ous finis to her story was imminent. Some distance ahead, insensibly gain ing breadth and ,the seeming of sub stantiality, an island of fair site loomed dark and dense in the midst of the im mense glimmering spaces of sea and sky; like the pendant of a necklace, a great stone In a chain of lesser stones, or like the parent of a brood of tiny, nameless little Islands, mere outcrop pings sf ’sand and coral—pin-prick dots ■upon the charts. \ Crittenden had scant doubt about the identity of the larger shape of land: it Coffin Cay, as Rhode called it. Toward it at snail’s pace the Cynthia shouldered on. seeming with an effect of sentience to pick and choose its peril ous channel, forging sullenly through a pale, ’ glamorous,' Incredibly- fathomless vault of night. On either hand a multi tude of dangers veined the burnished ebofiy of the sea With a network of threads of dim, smouldering,' phosphores cent greens and purples, or splashed it with wide areas of milky fire where the waters In their Imperceptible swell creamed over submerged lellge and reef awash or along the pale shining beaches of the congregation of islets. Old, livid, and deformed, the wrath of a world long cold, a late moon hung a little ways above the eastern horison. its spectral rays tempering With wan pallor the starlit shades, manufacturing in the vast, calm, night-enfolded void a simulacrum of false dawn- -The waters glassed In darkly An affection of suspense hung in the atmosphere as if it w*re impregnated with some strange, stimulating gas. Crittenden himself was sensitive to it. He found his'nerves tense with expec tancy. as though he hung upon the issue of some terrible succession of events, his every sense and, instinct alert to probe the meaning of each common but weirdly significant incident and sound.*. From the bows came the canorous drone of the leadsmen; from the bridge a soft .scuffle of feet, the, whine of a steering quadrant wanting grease, laconic directions (Claret’s w>ice) — “Sta’boardr”—"So!” —“Steady!” “Keep her off!”—ntiphonafc the ”Aye-aye, sir!” of the fellow at the wheel, occasionally a brief, subdued', mutter of comment from the bystanders; constantly from the interioj- of the ship the hasteless heave and rumble of machinery checked to half-speed and less, obedient to the jangle and clanking of the engine-room telegraph, as incessantly from under the bows a guggling, down the sides a sibi lant swash'-. After some time, wearying and grow ing restive under thre s(r*in of waiting, Crittenden took a turn down the deck. Soft-stepping, he came to the rail abaft the smoking-room, and stopped to analyze the discovery that the ves sel was being followed by another; astern and far, a cluster of lights flanked by green and red dogged the wake of the Cynthia, turning and twist ing to the convolutions of the tortuous trail she blazed—a way visible long after she had passed, in the smoking phosphorescence of the waterST . . “The Orion.” he surmised. Later, attracted by a mumble of voices behind him, he turned and him self unseen, acquired a vivid mental sketch of a scene revealed by the open door of the smoking' room; of three men grouped round a table, with a bot tle and glasses before them; on the one hand fhurlow, indolently smoking, in differently amused; Perez on the other, leaning forward, his stout person ani mated ano his hands vivacious with a vehemence of argument and exposition; Rhoda between the two sitting with folded ar/ns in stony mutiny-, like an incarnate j bldsh of humiliation due to the ignomy of the pass to which lack of foresight and confidence misplaced had brought him. So, apparently, he was not yet rene gade—won over, like sardonic Provi dence, to-the side with the heaviest ar tillery! . .' . Thoughtful. Crittenden moved forward again. ’Ob the way he was passed by an exhilarated person, one of the ship’s officers—Greenaway—without attracting his notice. Then he heard the mans voice at the smoking room window. ‘ThurtoW? Shay, Lobb wansh you— wansh ' send I wireless’s message to Orion.” “AU right. Coming.” Crittenden drew back into the shad ow of an . angle; the wireless operator passed him, unseeing and heedless: Greenaway unquestionably yielded to the allure of tire bottle and joined the par ty in the smoking-room. Watching Thurlow clamber to the bridge, slip hastily down again and. turning, descend the companion ladder to his box on the main deck, a sugges tion stirred in Crittenden’s thoughts and was instantly forgotten in the dis covery that Claret, too, was leaving the bridge. Coffin Cay was now enfolding the Cynthia in wideSprekding arms; the first officer had been relieved of his onerodj^uties as pilot, Lobb resuming supreme authority; and as Crittenden paugtytjsight. of Claret the ship awaken ed to a volley of orders and commands, the scurrying footsteps of seamen on the for.ward deck, the expiring groan of the engines as they ceased to turn the screw, and the rattle and clank of the lower chains. Within five minutes the ship swung at anchor, still and peaceful save for the spirting crackle of wireless and the jubilant voices of those gathered in the smoking room for a final toast to suc cess before seeking their berths. To both circumstances Crittenden was equally indifferent. He had pursued Claret down the main companionway Ind halted him as he turned to go aft > his cabin. "Claret!” he cried in an arresting voice as his feet found the deck of the dining saloon. Start Jed, the first officer wheeled; and recognising that they were alone, lost a little of the color beneath hts iallow, brownish skin. . z “Well?” he demanded, with an ag gressive feint. “What do you want?” His giance traveled from Crittenden’s dark and immobile face to the hand that presented to him the muzzle of Madame Savaran’s beautiful little re volver? Still more alkrmed, he made art instinctive gesture toward his coat pocket, but thought better of it. “Ysu*fe armed?” demanded Critten den. "No,** said the other, transparently. "Turn round,” Crittenden commanded. “Now-iLbands above head.” He walked up to the man, thrust the nose of hiy weapon Ihto the back of his neck, and coolly explored the pocket Claret’s, motion had betrayed. It con tained a heavy navy revolver. “Liar,” observed Crittenden reflective ly. He threw both weapons, his own as well as the first officer’s, across the saloon table. “Now,” he pursued In a level voice, “we’re on even terms. Why did you lock Miss Grayce in the state room with me?” “What’s that to you?” Claret tried io bluster, turning. "Answer my question! Why—?’ “I didn't mean—” Claret stammered, his face ashen. “Joke—” "Whom have you told about it? Tell the trqth, you contemptible hound!” Plainly Claret meditated mendacity, but from a shifty glance at Critten den’s blazing eyes found reason to change his mind. "Captain Lobb,” he said sullenly; "Mr. Perez . . . ” ■ "No One else?” "Greenaway, mean any harm. It was simply a joke—” "Very well,” Crittenden snapped. "Your sense of humor needs revision. Put up your hands.” "Wha-what do you mean?” faltered Claret, staring. “I warn you to guard yourself. T intend to knock you down. You’re said to be a fighter, a bully, a bucko mate; prove* it. Do you hear? 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He noted Httl e change in the aspect t. of the ship since fie had followed f Claret below; the decks were as be- ■ fore, deserted; only from the direction ■ of the smoking room, aft, were audible . sounds of animated celebration; ana i below on the foredeck Thurlow was still disturbing the peaceful hour wun ; the spiteful crepitation of the wireless r spark. . . L That sound resurrected and revici- • fled the fialf-t'irmc.d plan Crittenden ’ had conceived at sight of Thurlow an* then had set aside, without consldera -1 tion, to follow and punish Claret. Ana ' it found him apt, fallow to a hint, in , his desperate extremity. H e took a stride forward, then dr. ! prudent reconsideration reconnoitered ’ aft. The view framed by the smoklng -1 room window reassured him. There ! wer e assembled all involved tn the ploi and the workings of the ship. Thur low and Claret excepted—Rhode fit ting rebelliously apart, apathetic to • everything save the bottle and glass at his elbow. A gratulatory, spirit in the ’ habits cf th a others indicated a sense of dangers passed. success assure;!, Crittenden reviewed the acene, smil ing grimly, hijs expression hardening. Then without permitting hlmscu time to weigh his risks he turoed back to the forward companion-ladder ana slipped down to the main deck. Thurlow, having apparently concluded 1 his communication to the Orion, was standing in the doorway of the wirs less house lighting a cigarette prepar atory to rejoining his associates. Sur prised by the thud of Crittenden's feet , as they left the ladder, he looked .up and into the mouth of Claret’s re volver. . . ' - Unperturbed and impasdn . he bl-iw out the match, tossed it from him. 1 ejected twin clouds of smoke from his nostrils and removed the cigarete from . his mouth only, long enough to inquire; •‘Well, what’s eating you, Crittenden 7 ” “Back suggested the other, fall ing in with his cool humor without modifying Oie poise of his weapon. "eGt inside there, and I’ll explain. No harm 1 , | intended —but if you yell or kick up a j row of any kind. I’ll have to threat you I l uukindly. Thurlow looked him over with a less passionate eye, stepped negligently back into the cabin and dropped into a chair before his operating table, his attention concentrated. Crittenden, following him over the threshold, shut the door and with his unengaged hand shot the bolts. "Now,” he said In a level tone, "we will ploceed to put a severe crimp in this gay swindle. Please it unpleasant by trying to object or put up ■ a scrap; I’m deadly serious, and this thing is going to go through the way I. plan it. Do you understand me?”. i "Qlyearly.” Thurlow lifted his brows and laughed quietly. “What’s the mat ter?" I “The matter is personal.” continued i Crittenden in the same manner. "I won’t bother you with the story of hOw they made me sore. But this game is up, so far as Perez et gl. are concerned. I Please turn round, switch on your juice, and call Key West.” * ~ "Why?” asked Thurlow, without mov ing. i "Because I want to send a message, and you can send, it a bit easier than ' I —though I’m enough of a dab at send-. : ing, myself—as ybu know—to put it through without your assistance. -Jn fact, you can claim I did it, if you want to, when the storm breaks.” •*I suppose you know what this means if they find it out —to you?” '- ■ *• “Call Key West.” insisted Crittenden. "And hurry up about it.’’ His manner was instant, peremptory; i Thurlow appraised it with a tolerar half-smile, and good-naturedly gave in. l “You certainly havw, got the moi persuadingest ways,” he drawled humoi . ously; “and wben it comes to arguin the question, you’ve got a considerabl advantage over me"—this with a nod t< ward the pistol. “So I reckon I may' i well let you have your own way. Onl you can put that gun up, if you’re tire holding it. You might just as well. It function of moral suasion has been ac comptlshed, and it’ll make me a neal sight less nervous if you quit polntim it this way.” - “Thank you; I prefer to have It handy Call Key West” ;-y " *• “Oh, all right.” Thurlow kicked th dynamo switch shut and swung round t< face the array of apparatus, whife th transformer began its deep, sonorou humming that presently settled into i resounding, wind} - rohr. Fitting on the-telephone headpiece, h threw the current In slowly through th starting-box, cloeed’ I dne switch after an other, and carefully’ attuned the instru ments for the. approximate distance. J little later his deft manipulatidn of th key was filling the little cabin with i deafening clarfior, while the anchor-gaj spluttered with its bluish spark and pah violet lightnings flashed and fiekerei within the helix. 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