The Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, GA.) 1906-1907, September 22, 1906, Image 5

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    THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN.
CUFF C. HATCHER INSURANCE AGENCY
INSURANCE.
=HSSREPRESENTING^====
Royal Insurance Company, of England
Organized.
....1792
Assets June 1, 1906.
$13,076,842.92
Surplus June 1, 1906.
$4,180,083.19
....1845
11,207,849.43
1,669,813.87
2,060,700.49
825,005.74
2,874,140.29
, 994,739.58
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
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
2,044,634.33
837,065.22
....1892
795,669.75
$88,192,404.38
505,140.35
$22,960,194.58
COMBINED ASSETS
COMBINED SURPLUS
$88,192,404.38
$22,960,194.58
We Me Your Attention te the Mote Financial Staniling nf Oar Cnmanles as of Jane 1, 1906, titer til Losses Hare Dean Provided for,
We Solicit Your Business and Will Protect Your Interest. Information , Concerning Insurance Gladly Furnished. Prompt
Including San Francisco Losses.
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, 1906, by Eden Phlllpotts and Arnold Utnnctt.l
CHAPTER XXIII.
Tha Log.
"What Is the object of all this?"
Philip Inquired In n new voice, looking
up suddenly and wiping his face.
"The object of all what?"
"All this butchery, theft, lying and
general scoundrellsm?” •
.Mr. Walter Pollexfen paused.
"Let me read you* something; shall
I?" 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 fiend, Josephine Gabriel, our
captain and commahder. Today being
the 4th of March, 1654, did our gal
lant caravel of the black P.ag and white
skull, once known as the Olive Branch,
but of latef more widely feared under
the name of 'El Legato/ slip from the
lee 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
hf*r company struggled to make her
shipshape. She was the 'Golconda/-
ami a golconda she proved. Our little
bitch capered about her, like a mouse
round 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
butchery, not battle, for the poor fools
called 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
Carlhbee sharks fed full. So also did
the sharks of *El Legato/ At sunset
two English privateers hove In sight,
but when they Reached the ‘Golconda*
she was a golconda jio more. They
found a great ship biasing as the
netherwood beacon of hell, and a Bea
red with blood and Are. A thousand
coveted things went down In her. and
'tuns hard on Gabriel that providence
differed him not to mind his affairs a
Httle matter of the day more. Wo,
however, had by no manner of means
wasted the hours allotted unto us. and
•re 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
email 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 la a
d*ep inlet. L’Ollonals showed It to us,
ami that Prince of Devils hoped by so
doing, should we attempt It, to wreck
•nir midget and leave him a rival the
*/■*»; but Gabriel 4b an good as L’Ol-
lonals, or Morgan himself, in deep
a«ter, though he can not cut out a live
heart and eat it with such appetite ns
fan they. Through the Mermaid's
c’omb we crept and, before another
Jay dawned, had carried-our Immense
booty to the sacred, secret, desolate
fjmrc of the Grand Ktang, that Inland
lake of Grenada, where dwell all the
West Indian devils of Obi and their
queen, the Mother of the Rain. The
ones and his locker, for neither nigger
nor Carlb would dare to walk beside
those silent waters of horror, or to
touch a twig or pluck a fruit In the
haunted glndes of the Grand Etang.
"The ’Golconda' was In verity a
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 HIM
of PAlms. Then take fourteen paces
forthright Into the lake, which there
hath a 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 hut 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 'E4 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 were 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
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 dis
turbed to this day and hour."
"In a word," Philip commented, "you
are after doubloons."
"Doubloons is precisely the term,”
said Pollexfen. Ho then put the papers
hack in his pocket, and consulted his
watch. “Ah!” he ejaculated, as If In
relief. "You turn me round your little
finger, 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 tlmo the ship trem
bled to the beat of her engines.
We are off," Pollexfen stated with
a casual air. ”1 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 as Boon keep you under my
own eye. Your Incarceration will only
he for a few hours. All my excuses!"
He departed, fastening the door on
the outside. . „ .. 1#
"Well,” Philip muttered to himself.
I’m In for it.” And he began to cal
culate by what date he might hope to
get hack to England; and also to con
sider what 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.
would be overloyed that he had saved
his life on no (natter what terms.
•'To think.” ho reflected, "that a man
so extraordinary as this Pollexfen per
son should be hoodwinked by a silty
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.
CHAPTER~XXIV.
A Ntw World.
Sir Anthony DlUrlng 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 we go straight
there,” he .aid. “Upon my soul It'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-m&pa, but
that no doubt Tony was correct.
They were now approaching Picca
dilly Circus In a barouche, and the
question was now whether they should
follow Shaftesbury avenue or turn
down sharp toward 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 the West
Indies. Sir Anthony's phraseology In
discussing the matter might have been
held to prove 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 dress Sir
Anthony showed sublime evidences of
a true and deep feeling for the sea
As nn amateur yachtsman he eatlsfled
the eye If not the car.
The Wanderer was doing twelve out
of her advertised thirteen knots
through an ocean os 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 ns 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 he
alone In the endless universe. To Mary
Pollexfen It was as If the voyage had
begun far back In the mists of time and
as If the unceasing bent of those en
gines would continue forever Into
eternity. ...
“Sir Anthony." came a cold, polite
voice from the bridge 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. Oeorgc Where are
p then?"
The tone was merciless, and yet Irre
proachably courteous. Sir Anthony had
In truth made a surprising discovery
In regard to ocean 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 be yours and
not yours at the same moment. Now
at the commencement of the voyage
Sir Anthony had committed the Indis
cretion nf mistaking the captain for the
chauffeur. i
Kven Auehengray. the chief engineer,
was much more than a chauffeur, and
Captain Chetwode was much more
than Auehengray. Captain Chetwode'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 happened to he an earl, anti In
those /lays Captain Chetw/sle, who
icekoned to have some good blood in
his own body, was a personage at
Cowes atul Oban. Then the earl had
sold the 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 out at fancy 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 his own terrible disgust he had 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 B. Y. S., he
who once had guided emperors and
princes through the difficult tides of the
Solent, he who once had been round
the world with an earl, a grandduke
and a grandducheds on board, was now
In command of a floating thing that be
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 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 Captain Chetwode, though
the Wanderer 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. Hs, messed alone,
and his prlnclpni Instrument of small
talk was 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 Gten-
adn, and that during the night the
yacht did not "turn Just a shade to the
left." The coal argument was, of
course, unanswerable. Tony did not at
tempt to answer It, but he strongly ob
Jectcd to It. He wanted to get to Ore
nada and the Grand Etang. He experl
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 deidre 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 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 hi* plans. She was
ready. The dinner was
a brilliant success.
Mr. and Mr*. A should—
Gill Contract Dept. M. 1300
BELL
SERVICE
IS SATIS
FACTORY
was affecting his nerves, os It was af
fecting the nerves of Mary Pollexfen.
Mrs. Appleby happily had no hervee,
though she believed herself rich In
them. Her son, while expecting “fun"
In Grenada of the highest possible
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 Grand
Etang. The master brain, the brain of
Oxwlch, had gradually been simplified
Into one overmastering Instinct—the In
stinct to disembark, whose force ts 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 nqt 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 hnd gone
off to superintend the disposal of her
darling In his hunk. 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 had meant to make
love to Mary Pollexfen, but her atti
tude hud forced him to give up that
enterprise In despair. .Moreover, Jose
phine Fire remained obstinately In his
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 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 and gaslng In the
dark waters at his spoiled career. He
turned and raised his 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
Barbadoes to coal. She may even be
there."
And he walked away Into the dark-
ness, ealutlng again.
He had throughout steadily pretend
ed to have no curiosity as to the ob
ject of the voyage. According to him
the voyuge, and not the object nf the
voyage, was his affair. He kept Ills
pluce and he managed to convey his
resolution that baronets should be I
forced to keep theirs. His present grat
uitous remark was therefore rather us-
tonlshlng. 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. "1
am, too. Good night. Tomorrow—’
She shook hands limply and left him.
He whlBtled and lit n cigarette.
An hour later Mary, 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 chnir
abaft the chart room and gavo 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 7
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 tantalizing 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 uware of a
form at her elbow. It was the captain
once more.
'You should come on to the bridge,”
said he. “You can sec the Southern
Cross.”
She discerned sympathy In his tone,
nn/i 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 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, an/l the horizon of
the south was dark. There, sparkling
low on the cerge, Mary saw the legend
ary constellation. The false Southern
shone brave an/I undlmmed; the
true rose but little above the sea. a
modest pyrotechny. She confessed her'
feminine disappointment.
"Yes," th« skipper agreed. "Not
much to sit up all night for, Is It? You
need to go farther south to see It at
Its 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. Hla-
hands Angered the wheel ns they might
have Angered a woman’s hair, and the
electric 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, 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 the 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 amaslng swiftness, the
solemn but eager majesty of the dawn
■wallowed 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 silver come the
flushed radiant face of the young day.
The moon withered to u dead aspen
leaf In the Armament and vanished;
from pure white the dawn mellowed to
tender saffron; then, a sudden change
marked the approach of the sun. Great
streaks and splashes of dazzling or
ange broke up the east, and, quickly as
onu might tell It, the sun was above
the sea and rolling his rapid fire up the
flaming stalrs'of the sky. The bewil
dering transition from darkness to light
hud taken place with equatorial ah
ruptness.
At the same moment, as though the
risen sun was the signal, the deck be
came alive. The holystones began
their harsh music and the hoses sent
up glittering streams along the bright
plunks. It was the hour of the yacht's
toilet.
Presently appeared among the bnre-
footed sailors a swarthier figure deli
cately balancing a bowl. He ascended
to the bridge.
"Dor, miss!" he said. "Coffee."
It was Coco. Coco, after having
been Interviewed and cross-examined
by Hlr 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
was attached to the Important culinary
department of the Wanderer. Really,
he hud become Mary's faithful and In
defatigable servant. They often talked
together of his dead master, and Coco
had crucified his opinion that Glralda
was a hussy.
He wept ps he served the coffee— i
wept freely. The right of his native
land overpowered him.
"Me Gard, missis," he whined. Mar's,
my old Brin! Ebberything Ju«’ de /
same—Jus' de samel I specs dor’ll ba
some fun ashore when my frens see mo
In my best rig out. Dar Bridgetown—
dar de caneflelda and de wind-mills,
an’—”
"Leave the bridge,” ejaculated tho
captain, whd had evidently put on his
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.
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