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1 FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 21. 1906. CLIFF C. HATCHER INSURANCE AGENCY INSURANCE. =3HEHREPRESENTING==== Royal insurance Company, of England* New York Underwriters, of New York Organized. Aesete June 1, 1906. $13,076,842.92 8urplus Juno 1 f 1906. $4,180,083.19 ,...1845 11,207,849.43 1,669,813.87 2,060,700.49 « 825,005.74 ...1797 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 ...1864 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 ...1897 2,044,634.33 837,065.22 795,669.75 505,140.35 $88,192,404.38 $22,960,194.58 COMBINED ASSETS $88,192,404.38 COMBINED SURPLUS $22,960,194.58 We Invite Your Attention to the Above Financial Standing of Our Gomanles as of June 1,1906, After All Losses Have Been Provided tor, Including San Francisco Losses. We Solicit Your Business and Will Protect Your Interest. Information Concerning Insurance Gladly Furnished. Prompt 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, 2906, by Eden Fblllpotts And Arnold Bennett) CHAPTER XXIII. Th« Log. "What l» th© object of all thla?” rhlllp Inquired in a new voice, looking up suddenly and wiping his face. "The object of all what?" "All this butchery, theft, lying and general acoundrellstn?" Mr. Walter Pollexfen paused. “Let me read you something, shall 1?" 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 (lend, Josephine Gabriel, our inptaln and commander. Today being the 4th of March, 1654, did our gal lant caravel of the black flag and white vkull, once known as the Olive Branch, hut of late more widely feared under the name of ‘El Legato/ slip from the l**e 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 her company struggled to make her idilpshape. She was the 'Golconda,' and a golconda ahe proved. Our little hitch capered about her, like a mouse round a cheese, and she flred a big pun 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 (ailed 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 t'aribbee sharks fed full. So also did the sharks of 'El Legato.' At sunset two English privateers hove in sight, hut when they reached the 'Golconda' file was a golconda no more. They found a great ship biasing as the not her wood beacon of hell, und a sea r*d with blood and Are. A thousand coveted things went down In her, and 'tuns hard on Gabriel that providence suffered him not to mind bis affairs a little matter of the day more. We, however, had by no manner of means wasted the hours allotted unto us, and <re the Englishmen could come up we "ere snug In a favorite hiding place of Gabriel's—a cover only to be dared In fair weather and then by none but fninil 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 In a d p ep inlet. L'OUonais showed It to us, an.I that Prince of Devils hoped by so '! *ing. should we attempt It, to w reck ' ur midget and leave him a rival the but Gabriel Is as good as L'Ol- lunals, or Morgan himself, In deep "ntcr, though he can not cut out a live neart and eat It with such appetite as r *n they. Through the Mermaid's <% oinh we crept and, before another 'lay dawned, had carried our Immense booty to the sacred, secret, desolate fb°re of the Grand Etang, that Inland iak** of Grenada, where dwell all the West Indian devils of Obi and their queen, the Mother of the Rain. Tho pinch Is as safe from assault aa Davy Jones and his locker, for neither nigger nor Carlb would dare to walk beside those silent waters of horror, or touch a twig or pluck a fruit In the haunted glades of the Grand Etang. "The 'Golconda' was in verity 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 Hill of Palms. Then take fourteen paces forthright Into the lake, which there hath n 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 but remark the avari cious glitter In his eyes, "the thing la perfectly serious. What I have read to you is a translation from the Span ish of the log of ‘El Legato.' My broth er wus 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 *E1 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 dls turbed to this day and hour." "In a word," Philip commented, "you are after doubloons." "Doubloons is precisely the term," said Pollexfen. He then put the papers back In hlB pocket, and Consulted his watch. "Ah!" he ejaculated, as if in relief. "You turn me round your little Anger, 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 time the ship trem bled to the boat of her engines. "We are off/’ Pollexfen stated with a casual air. "I 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 ns soon keep you under my own eye. Your incarceration will only be for a few hours. All my excuses!” He departed, fastening the door on the outside. . ^ , l# "Well," Philip muttered to himself. I'm In for it." And he began to cal culate by what date he might hope to get back to England; and also to con would be overjoyed that he had saved his life on no matter what terms. "To think," he reflected, "that a man so extraordinary as this Pollexfen per son should be hoodwinked by a silly 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 bisarre In tbelr composition and he's*no exception." He could now feel the motion of the yacht. He was hungry. slder whnt 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. CHAPTER XXIV. A New World. Sir Anthony Dldrtng war looking at a map that billowed over hi, knee,. We've only got to turn Jurt a ahade to the left, Inatead of ,winging clean round to the right, and we go straight there," he ,ald. “Upon my aoul It', no distance at all." Mary Pollexfen leaned from her «eat, and, glancing at the map, gave a polite arrent to Tony', statement. Mrs. Ap pleby, without stirring, remarked that she never could understand maps, but that no douht Tony waa correct. They wero now approaching Plcca dllly Circus l In a barouche, and the question was now whether they should follow Shaftesbury avenue or turn down sharp towurd 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 tho West Indies. Sir Anthony's phraseology In discussing the matter might have been held to prove that the mnrltlme In stinct la 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 an amateur yachtaman he aatlsfled the eye tf not the car. The Wanderer wa* doing twelve out of her advertised thirteen knots through an ocean as 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 as 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 be alone In the endless universe. To Mary Pollexfen It. was as If the voyage had begun fnr bnck In the mists of time and as If the unceasing beat of those en- Kino* would continue forever into eternity. ,. ... "Sir Anthony." came a cold, polite voice from the brldKe 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. George Where are we then?" ,, ... The tone was merciless, and yet Irre proachably courteous. Sir Anthony had In truth made a surprising discovers; In regard to ocenn 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 bo yours and not s'ours at the same moment. Now at the commencement of the voyage Sir Anthony had committed the Indis cretion of mistaking, the captain for the chauffeur. Even Auchengray, the chief engineer, wns much more than a chauffeur, and Captain Chetwode was much more than Auchengray. Captain t'hetwode'a history was Slmpli. and tragic. Tho Wanderer, under another name (which we do not care to divulge), had once tieen the private yacht of a famous secretary of state for foreign affairs who happened to be an earl, and In those days Captain Cflelwode, who icckoned to have some gixid blood In his own liody, was a personage at Cowes and Uban. Then tb* earl had sold tho 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 nut at fancy prices to rich fools Ignorant of the sea. Cap tain Chetwode, not obtaining Instant ly another employer equally distin guished with the carl, 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 hnd 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 R. Y. S., ho Who once hod guided emperors and princes through the difficult tides of the Solent, ho who once hud been round the world with an earl, a grandduke nnd a grundduchess on board, was now In command of a floating thing that he regarded as a mere excursion steamer, “Auchehgray.” he had said one night after five whiskies, "It's no better than the blooming Midnight Bun." That he now hnd 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 Captotn Chetwode, though the Wunderer 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. He messed alone, and his principal Instrument of small talk waa 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 Gren ada, and that during the night the yacht did not "turn Just a shade to the left.” The coal argument was, o* course, unanswerable. Tony did not at. tempt to answer It, but he strongly ob jected to It. He wanted to get to Gre nada and the Grand Etang. He experi enced the aensatton of a person who le driving In a cab to an appointment for which he fears to be later—he had an absurd desire 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 waa 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 his plana. She was ready. The dinner was a brilliant success. Mr. and Mrs. A should— . Call Contract Dept M. 1300 BELL SERVICE was affecting hie nerves, as It was af fecting the nerves of Mary Pollexfen. Mrs. Appleby happily had no nerves, though she believed herself rich In them. Her son, while expecting “full" In Grenada of the highest posilbla 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 Ornnd Etang. The master bfttln, (he brain of Oxwlch, hnd gradually been simplified Into one overmastering Instinct—the In stinct to disembark, whose force is 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 not 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 had gone off to superintend the disposal of her darling In his bunk. 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 hnd meant to make love to Mary Pollexfen, but her atti tude had forced him to give up that enterprise In despair. Moreover, Jose phine Fire remained obstinately In hla 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 aky 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 gasing In the dark waters at his spoiled career. He turned nnd raised his hat. "Further," ho remarked, resuming ab ruptly the conveAiutton of threo hours earlier. "Your friend's yacht—the White Ilose, I fancy you said her namo was—Is pretty sure to have called at Barbadoes to coal. She may even be there.” And he walked away Into the dark ness, saluting again. He had throughout steadily pretend ed to have no curiosity as to the ob ject of the voyage. According to him the voyage, and not the object of the voyage, waa h|a affair. He kept Ills place and he managed to convey hts resolution that baronets should much to sit up all night for. Is It? You need to go further south to see it at Us 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. His hands fingered the wheel as they might have Angered a woman’s hair, and the electrio 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, ona red, one white. "What'a that?" she asked. "That's Barbadoes," said the skipper briefly. "That’s tho 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. Thla was q different world Into which.they were slipping. Shs perceived In the captain for the first time a fellow- creature. So they atood. Then, with amaxlng swiftness, the solemn but eager majesty of the dawn swallowed 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 stiver came the flushed radiant face of’ the young day. The moon withered to a dead aspen leaf In the Armament,.sgpd vanished; from pure white the dawn mellowed to tender saffron; then, a sudden change ■narked the approach of the sun. Great streaks and splashes of dassltng or ange broke up the east, and, quickly as one might tell It, the sun was above the sea and rolling his rapjd fire up the flaming stairs of the sky.' Tho bewil dering transition from darkness to light had taken place with equatorial ab ruptness. At the same moment, as though the risen sun waa the signal, the deck be came alive. The holystones began their harsh music and the hoses sent up glittering streams along the bright planks. It was the hour of the yacht'a toilet. Presently appeared among the bare footed sailors a swarthier figure deli cately balancing a bowl. He ascended to the bridge. "Dar, miss!” he said. "Coffee.'' ultous remark was therefore rather as tonlshing. 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. “ am, too. Good night. Tomorrow—" She shook hands limply and left him. He whistled and lit a cigarette. An hour later Mary, enveloped In an ulster, returned cautiously to the upper deck. Thero 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 chair abaft the chart room and gave 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? 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 tantalising 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 aware of a form at her elbow. It was the captain once more. You should come on to the bridge,” said he. "You can see the Southern Cross." She discerned sympathy In hts tone, . and It startled her. In a sort of dream | she obeyed the suggestion and followed him. He took the wheel silently from tjie 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, and the horizon of the south was dark. There, sparkling low on the cerge, Mary saw the legend ary constellation. The false Southern Cross shone brave and undimmed; the true rose but little above the sea. a nosiest pyrotochny. She confessed her feminine disappointment. “Yea," the skipper agreed. "Not It was Coco. Coco, after having been interviewed and cross-examined by 8lr 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 wae attached to tho Important culinary department of the Wanderer. Really, he had become Mary’s faithful and In defatigable servant. They often talked together of his dead master, and Coco had crucified hls opinion that Glralda was a hussy. He wept aa he served the coffee- wept freely. The right of hls natlvo land overpowered him. "Me Gard, mlssle," he whined, ‘dar'a my old Brin! Ebberythlng Jus' do same—Jus* de samel I specs darill bs some fun ashore when my frens see me In my best rig out. Dar Bridgetown— dar de caneflelda and de wind-mills, an'—" “Leave the bridge," ejaculated tho captain, who had evidently put on hls 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 8TUDENTS ARE IN VITED TO CALL AT THE HAND SOME NEW QUARTERS OF THE SOUTHERN COLLEGE OF PHAft MACV, CORNER LUCKIE AND BAR TOW STREETS. 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