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CLIFF C. HATCHER INSURANCE AGENCY
INSURANCE.
srepresenting;
Organized.
Assets June 1, 1906.
Surplus June' 1, 1906.
$13,076,842.92
$4,180,083.19
1845
11,207,849.43
1,669,813.87
2,060,700.49
825,005.74
2,874,140.29
, 994,739.68
8,325,402.43
2,032,693.94
6,061,760.17
1,712,626.08
6,973,404.18
1,010,423.47
1864
21,411,439.43
4,303,931.08
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
....1892
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
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DOUBLOONS
A THRILLING NOVEL OF MYSTERY,
TRAGEDY AND A STOLEN FORTUNE
By EDEN" PHILLPOTTS AND ARNOLD BENNETT
(Copyright, 3906, bj Eden Fhlltpotte and Arnold Benoett.1
CHAPTER XXIII.
Thn Log.
"What In the object of all thin?"
Philip Inquired In a new voice, looking
up suddenly and wiping hln face.
"The object of all what?"
"All ihln butchery, theft, lying and
general acoundrellam?"
Mr. Walter Pollexfen pauaed.
"Let me read you aomethlng, ahall
I?” he aald. ,
"It you will anawer my question.” ’
Pollexfen, tor reply, opened hla Jack
et and drew from the Inner pocket a
large leather caae, and from the case
lie 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 Bend. Josephine Gabriel, our
inptaln and commander. Today being
the 4th of March, 1654, did our gal
lant caravel of the black flag and white
skull, oace known oa the Olive Branch,
but of late more widely feared under
the name of 'El Legato,' slip from the
b<e of Monkey Island, nigh Grenada,
and accost a certain Spaniard, who
hud 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
shipshape. She was the 'Golconda,'
and a golconda she proved. Our little
hitch capered about her. like a mouse
nund a cheese, and she fired a big
gun once or twice, but whether to do us
hurt or summon rescue I know not.
Then Gabriel led us on. and ’twas
Imtrhery, not battle, for the poor fools
lulled 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
I’urlbbee sharks fed full. So also did
the sharks of 'El Legato.' At sunset
two English privateers hove In sight,
but when they reached the 'Golcortdn'
she was a golconda no more. They
I >und a great ship blazing as the
netherwood beacon of hell, and a sea
red with blood nnd Are. A thousand
coveted things went down In her, and
'twas hard on Gabriel that providence
suffered him not to mind his affairs a
little matter of the day more. We,
however, hed by no manner of means
wasted the hours allotted unto us, and
ere the Englishmen could come up we
were snug In a favorite hiding place
of Gabriel’s—a cover only to be dared
In fair weather and then by none but
small ships and brave navigators.
"tin the north side of Grenada stand
a grinning row of rocks, known as the
Mermaid’s Comb,’ and behind them Isa
tleep inlet. L’Ollonals showed It to us,
and that Prince of Devils hoped by so
'Inlng, should we attempt It, to wreck
n ur midget and leave him a rival the
less; hut Gabriel Is aa good as L’Ol-
I mals, or Morgan himself, In deep
water, though he can not cut out a live
heart and eat It with such appetite as
‘an they. Through the Mermaid's
' einb we crept and. before another
'lay dawned, bad carried our Immense
booty to the sacred, secret, desolate
shore Of the Grand Etang, that Inland
lake of Grenada, where dwell all the
West Indian devils of Obt and their
queen, the Mother of the Rain. The
place Is as safe from assault as 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 a
treasure ship and briefly we had nigh
one hundred thousand pleres 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 thnt thrusts
a yard above the water on the west
shore. Take paces two hundred to the
East. Pace 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 a depth of live 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
find the sunk treasure theme equally
surprising."
"Nevertheless," said Pollexfen, and
Philip eould not but remark the avari
cious glitter In his eyes, "the thing Is
perfectly serious. What I have read
to you Is a translation from the Span
ish of the log of 'El Legato.’ My broth
er was in possession of the whole his
tory of the log. I need not read the
rest to you. It relates how Master
Gabriel and his crew wero called sud
denly away by circumstances over
which they had no control, leaving their
treasure where they had sunk It. Two
days later 'El Legato’ was captured
anil 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 die
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
bark In his pocket, anil consulted his
watch. "Ah!" he ejaculated, as If In
relief. "You turn me round your little
linger, 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 beat of her engines.
We arc 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 nil Jump
overboard and swim ashore, and so I
would Just as soon keep you under my
own eye. Your Incarceration will only
bo for a few hours. All my excuses!"
He departed, fastening the door on
the outside.
"Well.” Philip muttered to himself.
I'm In for It.” And he began to cal
culate by what dute he might hope to
get back to England; and also to con
sider whnt explanation of his conduct
he should give to Mary Pollexfen. He
decided, however, with the remarkable
complacence of masculinity, that she
would be overjoyed that he had saved
bla life on no matter what terms.
“To think," ho reflected, "that a man
so extraordinary as this Pollexfen per
son should be hoodwinked by u 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 bizarre In their
composition and he's no exception.”
He could now feel the motion of the
yacht. He was 'hungry.
CHAPTEffxxiV.
A Ntw World.
Sir Anthony Didrtng was looking at
a map that billowed over his knees.
"We've only got to turn Just a shade
to the left, Instead of swinging clean
round to the right, and tve go straight
there," he said. "Upon my soul tt’s
no distance at all."
Mary Pollexfen leaned from her seat,
and, glancing at the map, gave a polite
assent to Tony's statement. Mrs. Ap
pleby, without stirring, remarked that
she never could understand maps, but
that no doubt Tony was correct.
They wero now approaching PIcca
dllly Circus in a barouche, and the
question wns now whether they should
follow Shaftesbury avenue or turn
down sharp toward Waterloo place.
They wero on the promenade deck of
the steam yacht Wanderer, thirteen
days out from London, and the ques
tlon was whether they should pro
ceed direct to Grenada or call at
Bridgetown, Barbndoes, which Is about
half a day's sail nearer Charing Cross
than any other Island of the West
Indies. Sir Anthony’s phraseology In
discussing the matter might have been
held to provo that the maritime In
stinct Is not born In all Englishmen,
had It not been for the fact that In
every minute detail of his dresB Sir
Anthony showed sublime evidences of
a true and deep feeling for the sea.
As an amateur yachtsman he satisfied
the eye If not the ear.
Heaven In Atlanta, a cool
veranda and a Tampa Custom
House Cigar.
AT ALL DEALERS.
R. F. WYNNE, Distributor.
The Wanderer waa doing twelve out
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 dnd 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 wns as If the voyage had
begun far back In the ndsts of time and
as If the unceasing beat of those en
gines would continue forever Into
eternity.
"Sir Anthony," came a cold, polite
voice from the bridge above.
'Well, captain?"
We ahall 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
e then?"
The tone wae mercllees. and yet Irre
proachably courteous. Sir Anthony had
In truth made a surprising discovery
In ftftfd to ocean travel. He had
found that nothing la easier than to
hire a yacht. You go Into an office,
sign some papers, write out checks,
and the yacht Is yours for three
months. But the surprising discovery
was that the yacht can be yours and
not yours at the same moment. Now
at the commencement of the voyage
Sir Anthony had committed the Indis
cretion of mistaking the captain for the
chauffeur.
Kvim Auchengray, the chief engineer,
was much more than a chauffeur, and
aptaln Chetwode was much more
than Auchengray. Captain Chetwodc's
history was simple and tragic. The
Wanderer, under another name (which
we do not care to divulge), had once
been the private yacht of a famous
secretary of state for foreign affairs
who hnppened to be an earl, and In
.those days Captain Chetwode, who
i reckoned to have some good blood In
I ills own body, was a personage at
Cowes and Oban. Then the eurl had
sold the yacht In order to devote him
self exclusively to motor cars and
motor boats. Worse, he had sold her
to a Arm of brokers who fell Into the
habit of hiring her out at fanoy prices
to rich fools Ignorant of the sea. Cap
tain Chetwode, not obtaining Instant
ly another employer equally distin
guished with the earl, had accepted pro
tempore, an offer from the brokers, and
to hla own terrible disgust he bad re
mained In command of the Wan
derer ever since. He had slipped Into
a rut, and he felt that he could never
get out of It. He who once had the
right to condescend to any owner who
was not a member of the R. Y. 8., he
who once had guided emperors and
princes through the difficult tides of the
Solent, ho who once had been round
the world with an earl, a grandduke
nnd a grandduchesa on board, waa now
In command of a floating thing that he
regarded as a mere excursion steamer,
“Auchehgray," he had said one night
after live whiskies, “It's no better than
the blooming Midnight Sun."
That he now had charge of a leading
London Bandy with an historic tltta
and one of the most celebrated and
beautiful womemln England, was ap
parently nothing to Captain Chetwode.
They were not real yachting people.
They were not of the elect. They had
not moved In yachting circles; yachts
were not their sole passion. They were
trippers for Captain Chetwode, though
the Wanderer was costing Tony over
fifteen hundred a month. Consequently
Captain Chetwode treated them with
the politest disdain. Ho would not be
wooed, and he would not suffer his
crow to be wooed. He messed alone,
and his principal Instrument'of small
-talk wns 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 hnd learnt that a cap
tain la always a captain, and not less
so because you are paying his wages.
Ho had also learnt that a ship Is Its
captain's.
Hence It was that Tony waa being
compelled to taka hla passage to Bar-
badoea 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 waa, of
course, unanswerable. Tony did not at
tempt to answer It, but he strongly ob
jected to It. He wanted to gat to Gre
nada and the Grand Etang. He expert,
enced the sensation of a person who Is
driving In a cab to an appointment for
which he fears to be later—he had an
absurd 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 tete-
S hone In the house.
trs. A was surprised
and unprepared. The
dinner was not a suc
cess.
IN THE MEANTIME
Mr. B Invited two
friends to dinner. He
called Mrs. B over the
Bell telephone and told
her his plans. She was
ready. The dinner was
a brilliant success.
Mr. and Airs. A should—
Call Contract Dept M. 1300
BELL
SERVICE
was affecting his nerves, as It was af
fecting the nervsa of Mary Pollexfen.
Mrs. Appleby happily had no nerves,
though she believed herself rloh In
them. Her son, while expecting "fun"
In Grenada of the highest possible
quality, hod created such multifarious
Interests In the engine room and the
second officers cabin that he could af
ford to watt for the Island of the Grand
Etang. The master brain, the brain of
Oxwlch, had gradually been simplified
Into one overmastering instinct—tub 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 Alary were sitting to
gether In the drawing room, silent and
self-consclouH. 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. Aforeover, Jose
phine Fire remained obstinately In his
mind.
'I wonder if It's till) raining," he
said.
"I wonder,” answered Mary.
With a simultaneous movement they
rose, Mary throwing a white shawl over
her white drees, ond went to the Star
board door of the saloon. It was not
raining. The sky had cleared, though
the promenade deck was wet. Near
the door stood the tall, angular, beard
ed figure of Captain Chetwode, lean
ing over the rail und gazing In the
dark waters at his spoiled career. Hi
turned and raised hla hat.
"Further," he remarked, resuming ab
ruptly the conversation of three hours
earlier. "Your friend's yacht—the
White Rose, I fancy you said her name
was—Is pretty sure to have called at
Barbadocs 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, was his affair. Ho kept his
place and he managed to convey hla
resolution that baronets should bo
forced to keep theirs. His present grat
uitous remark waa therefore rather as
tonishing. 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
rious pause.
"Going to bed?” he questioned. "I
am. too. Good night. Tomorrow—”
She shook hands limply and left him.
He whistled and lit a cigarette.
An hour later Afary. enveloped In
an ulster, returned cautiously to the
upper deck. There was no sign of
Tony, who had retired to the dream
less slumber which he always enjoyed.
She could not sleep. She could not
think of sleep. She found a 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 moro
than ever like a fantastic escapade.
Assuming that they encountered the
Whlto Rose—what then? The under
taking was wild, consider) d calmly
thus under the majestic equatorial
heaven. And yet she would not wish
uneommenced. She had hopes—
hopes that refused to be analysed. The
Imminence of great events hung over
her brooding spirit, a tantalizing cur
tain which she could not rend.
Then, after a long while, a bell softly
broke the silence of the throbbing
yacht, nnd she became aware ot a
form at her elbow. It was the captain
once more.
"You should come on to the bridge,”
said he. "You enn see the Southern
Cross.”
She discerned sympathy In his tone,
and It startled her. In a sort of dream
she obeyed the suggestion and followed
him. He took the wheel silently from
the officer of the watch, and In an
other Instant ATary and the captain
ere alone together.
A glorious trqplc 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 undlmmed; the
true rose but little above the sea, a
modest pyrotechny. She confessed her
feminine dlsaprsilntment.
"Yes," the skipper agreed. "Not
much lo 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 Angered the wheel as they might
have Angered a woman's hair, and the
etoctrio lamp cast queer shadows of
them across his figure.
Ahead under the setting moon, lay a
long low black object stretched be
tween two great lights, one red,- one
white.
"What's that?" she asked.
"That's Barbadoes," said the skipper
briefly. “That's the West Indies, that
Is!"
A strange emotion possessed her as
her Imagination dwelt on tho flying
yacht, with Its unconscious - souls,
speeding relentlessly toward the an
cient Island, and toward fate. This
was a different world Into which they
were slipping. She perceived In the
captain ' for the first time a fellow
creature. So they stood.
Then, with amazing 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 odd
morning first wove the birth-robe, and
out of their rose and silver cam* the
flushed radiant face of the young day.
The moon withered to a dead aspen
leaf In the Armament and vanished;
from pure white the dawn mellowed to
tender saffron; then, a sudden change
marked the approach ot the sun. Great
streaks and splashes of dassllng or
ange broke up tho east, and, quickly as
one might tell It, the sun was above
the sea and rolling his rapid Are up the
flaming stairs of the sky. The bewil
dering transition from darkness to light
had taken place with equatorial ab
ruptness.
At the asms moment, os though the
risen sun was the signal, the deck be
came alive. The holystones begnn
their harsh music anti the hoses sent
up glittering streams along the bright
planks. It was the hour of the yacht’s
ollet.
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.”
t was Coco. Coco, after having
been Interviewed and cross-examined
by Sir Anthony nnd Oxwlch, hnd en
treated leave to accompany the expedi
tion, and, as It seemed more than prob
able that he might be useful, hla re
quest had been granted. Nominally he
was attached to the Important culinary
department of the Wanderer. Really,
he hod become Mary's faithful and In
defatigable aervnnt. They often talked
together of his dead master, and Coco
had crucified his opinion that Glralda
was a hussy.
He wept as he served tho coffee-
wept freely. .The sight of his native
land overpowered him.
“Me Card, missis," he whined, ‘dor’s
my old Brin! Ebbcrythlng Jus' de
same—Jus* de samel I epees dor'll bo
some fun ashore when my Irene see mo
In my best rig out. Dar Bridgetown—
dar de canefletde and de wind-mills,
an’—"
“Leave the bridge," ejaculated the
captain, who had evidently put on his
normal eetf after the emotional aban
donment of the night.
“When shall we be In?" Alary In
quired, later.
“In on hour or to," the captain re
plied.
"Thank you for Inviting me up here,*
she said, and then descended.
Continued In Tomorrow’s Georgian.
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