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Illustrations by
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SYNOPSIS
CHAPTER X.—Thrown from his auto
in a Now York village, a man is car¬
ried unconscious into the home of a
aliss Edith Grant. A doctor discovers
he has been shot, fatally. Conscious¬
ness Morbach, returning, the man gives his name
as and babbies of "millions.”
He begs that Henry Archman, million¬
aire resident of the vicinity, be sent
for, declaring he has an important mes¬
sage for him. Archman cannot be
reached by 'phone, but word is sent
that his secretary is on the way. A
man announcing Akin, himself as Archman’s
secretary, arrives, talks with
Morbach, and leaves with a package
he gives him.
CHAPTER XI.—Morbach dies. Arch
man's arrival, with his secretary, re¬
veals that the man posing as Akin is
an impostor and has escaped with the
papers Morbach carried. Archman de¬
nounces Edith Grant as a girl endeavor¬
ing to snare his son Harry.
CHAPTER III.—Archman, his mil¬
lions made in Chicago, has yielded to
the importunities of his family—his
wife, daughters Nellie and Bessie (sev¬
enteen years old), and son Harry—and
moved to New York in an endeavor to
gain recognition by the Four Hundred.
They have not succeeded. Mrs. Arch¬
man is bitter over her failure, particu¬
larly mourning the fact that she has
not been "taken up” by a Mrs. Van
ICull.
CHAPTER IV.—Archman orders Nel¬
lie to get ready for a long journey with
him, "starting in an hour.” He refuses
to reveal their destination to ills wife,
declaring it Is “not his secret.” Nellie
tells Bess she is In love with James
Carr, a youth working on Arcliman’s
ship, El Rio. She gives Bess a message
for him. Archman and Nellie depart.
CHAPTER V.—Harry tells Bess of
his determination to marry Edith Grant.
Mrs. Archma-.i receives a map, with the
explanation that it was among Mor
bach’s papers, and suggesting she for¬
ward it to Mr. Archman. Ixird George
Curuthers, traveling Englishman, ar¬
rives at the Archman home, by invi¬
tation.
CHAPTER VI
Round South.
Lord George turned out to be a blue¬
eyed, ruddy-skinned, , Roman-nosed,
tft'OuX/y-rii us’ticb.'i’A h^g’dshrnAp perhaps
thirty years of age, who said, “Oh, I
say!” exactly as an Englishman
should, Though perhaps a little aston¬
ished for the moment, he seemed to
be delighted to visit the El Rio. “Oh,
I say!" he exclaimed, when Bess put
the question to him. “That’s perfectly
jolly now, don’t you know!” When,
on the way down to the city, Bess ex¬
plained the circumstances, or as much
of them as she understood, he seemed
more and more delighted. "Fancy
now!” he said. "It’s mighty exciting
—what?”
Bess agreed with him enthusiastical¬
ly. “Isn’t it?” she cried. "Here’s the
devoted subhero racing to bring the
dread tidings to the hero—dad’s the
hero, of course—and he’s murdered on
the way and robbed of his blood
bought dispatches. The hero guesses
what’s In them and races off to what
he thinks is the rendezvous, leaving
his faithful vassals to follow Then
the thief repents—or does he repent?
I reckon lie’s plotting something,
though I don’t know what it is. What
do you think, Lord George?”
“Really, I can’t guess. What could
he be plotting, now, Miss Archman?”
"I’m just trying to find out. You
see, there’s nothing to tell where the
Island is or what there is on it. We’re
just guessing what father may know.
Maybe—maybe the thief figures that
father has gone thefe and that we will
lead him to it somehow,"
“You’ll have to be jolly careful,
won’t you? What?” Lord George
spoke as if he were Interested. His
eyes never left Bess’ vivacious face.
Mrs. Archman noticed his interest
and smiled at Bess so warmly that
3hat young woman, after a moment’*
stare of Incomprehension, giggled out¬
right. “Not this time, mother,” she
said aloud, impatiently, trusting to
boldness to protect her. “I decline
to be a meal ticket” Then she spun
on their guest. “Mother is greatly
interested in charity work, Lord
George,” she explained. “She is a
member of a society that provides meal
tickets for the impecunious.”
1 Lord George looked bewildered, as
well he might “Ah, yes! .Quite so!”
he said blankly.
| Mrs. Archman looked scandalized,
and Bess, evidently fearing that she
had gone too far and that Lord George
might later guess her meaning, has¬
tily swung the conversation back to
what was, after all, the real topic at
issue.
The conversation ended only when
•the anto drew up beside tie entrance
to the Ontario docks, where &e P
was being put into fihgpfl fer
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The tide was in and the gangplank
was far from horizontal. Bess ran up
it hastily and looked about her, won¬
dering if by any chance she might
catch sight of the Adonis whom Nellie
had described. She did not do so,
however,, and before she could look
farther the others had followed her.
A tall man in an officer’s uniform
was moving about the deck, giving
orders now and then. He saw the
party and stepped forward. “Good
morning, Miss Archman,” he said, tak¬
ing off his cap to Bess.
Bess nodded. “Good morning, Mr.
Collins,” she returned. “This is my
mother, Mr. Collins; and Lord George
Caruthers. You know my brother
Harry, I believe. We want to see Cap¬
tain Bunker on particular business.”
Collins acknowledged the introduc¬
tions. “Captain Bunker isn’t on
board just now,” he said. “But I’m
expecting him back every minute. Per¬
haps”—he turned to the Englishman—
“perhaps if Lord George is a navy
man, he would like to go over the
ship.”
“Delighted, I’m sure,” remarked Lord
George.
Meanwhile Mrs. Archman had been
staring up and down the cluttered
deck. “Well,” she said, “I’ve heard all
my life about keeping things ship¬
shape. This is the first time I was
ever on a ship, and I must say I’ll
never put any faith in the expression
again. Are things usually this way or
are you—er—fail cleaning?”
Collins looked somewhat startled.
Then he glanced about him and a
■ slow smile curled his lips. “W T ell,” he
said, “you might call it that. Things
are badly torn up just now. But we’re
: all right below and we’ll be all right
up here in a couple of dayg, when we
sail. I’ll he delighted to show you
about,” he ended. “Come this way.”
He turned toward the companionway.
Mrs, Archman started down the
steps. Lord George stood aside to
let Bess follow. The girl, however,
stepped back. “I’ll be down in a min¬
ute, Lord George,” she said. “I’ll just
poke about a bit on deck first.”
When Mrs. Archman, Harry and
Lord George had reluctantly vanished
down the companionway, Bess turned
and picked her way forward over the
obstructed deck. Close by the cook’s
galley she noticed a young man who
was sitting on the deck laboriously
fitting a short piece of plank into a
break in the rail. He was by no
means an Adonis, but he seemed to
possess some of {he characteristics
that Nellie had described, and she
stopped and looked at him until he
raised his eyes and saw her. Hastily
lie scrambled to his feet and snatched
off his cap. “I beg pardon!” he ex¬
claimed.
Bess’ teeth flashed. “You needn’t,”
she answered. "You don’t know me.
You’re Mr. Carr, aren’t you?”
The young man nodded. “I can’t
deny it,’’ he laughed.
"Well, I’m little sister. Big sister
me a for And I’ve
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"I Like You,” She Said Suddenly.
“Shake!” She Held Out Her Hand.
i been wondering whether I ought to
give it to you or not.”
An expression of sudden intelli
’ gence swept over the young fellow’s
[ face. “Oh 1 Yo u’ re Miss Bess Arch¬
man,” he said. “I ought to have
guessed, though if you don’t mind my
saying so, you don’t look a bit like
your sister.” His face changed. “You
will give me the message, won’t you?”
he begged. “If you knew how hard
these three days have been to me you
wouldn’t hesitate.”
Bess had been staring at him frank¬
ly. “I like you,” she said suddenly,
‘“Shake!” She held out her hand.
The young mad! grasped it ardently,
“Thank you! Thank you!” he cried
gratefully.
Bess’ eyes twinkled. “Nellie said to
tell you that she was sorry she couldn’t
come to the ship as she had promised.
She said you seemed to have some¬
thing particular to tell her, and that,
if you had, for you to tell it to me and
I would send it on.”
The young man was evidently think¬
ing rapidly. “I can’t say all I would
like, even to you.” He laughed, with
a sudden brilliant smile. “But I will
say this: I love your sister and I
wanted to ask her to marry me. Just
as I was about to speak, she met in
my sister’s house—”
“Your sister’s house?”
“Edith Grant is my sister. That’s
her stage name. And now your sister
has gone, thinking all sorts of things
about me, and I can’t get to her to
tell her, and I don’t know where to
write.”
Bess hesitated. The young man’s
very apparent misery went to her
heart. “Just between you and me,”
she said, at last, “Captain Bunker has
orders to meet father and Nellie some¬
where. You might send a letter by
him. But remember, it’s a dead se¬
cret.”
“Oh!” Carr’s eyes widened. “So
that’s where—” He broke off, and
stared over the girl’s shoulder. “Who
Is that standing with the lady by the
companion way?” he asked.
Bess’ eyes followed the direction of
his. “That’s Lord George Caruthers,”
she said. “Do you know him?”
Carr’s eyes grew introspective. “I
am not sure,” he skid. “He looks to
me like—er—” He broke off. “Well,
maybe I’m wrong,” lie said. “But he
certainly looks like—somebody I
know.” His expression showed plainly
that his thoughts, whatever they were,
were not pleasant.
Mrs. Archman’s glance, roving about
the deck, settled on her daughter and
Carr. She flushed, and started in¬
stantly toward the two, over the clut¬
tered deck. “Bess!” she called, as she
drew nearer.
Bess faced her calmly. “I’m so glad
you’ve come, mother,” she said. “I
want you to meet Mr. Carr. He’s su¬
perintending the repairs on . father’s
ship. Mr. Carr, this is my mother,
and Lord George Caruthers."
Lord George nuuufen - iti
fashion. Mrs. Archman, however,
glared icily. The temperature had
dropped. “Oh, yes!” she said, witli a
very slight inclination of her head.
“You’re the carpenter, I believe, Mr.
Carr.” She glanced at the chips on
the deck.
Carr smiled. If he was abashed he
did not show It. “I’m trying to be
one," he answered coolly, “but I’m not
making very much of a fist at It. I’m
always smashing my thumb,” he ended
confidentially.
“All!” Mrs. Archman raised her
brows. Then she turned her back de¬
liberately. “Come, Bess,” she said.
"Captain Bunker Is just coming on
board.”
Bess nodded. "All right, mother,”
she said. Then she turned to the
young man. “Good morning, Mr.
Carr.”
Carr’s eyes were perplexed as he
stared after the three. Particularly
did his eyes follow the broad back of
Lord George. “So that’s mother’s plan,
is it,” he murmured disgustedly. “Con¬
found the fellow. I know I’ve seen
him before, and it wasn't in England,
either. Where the dickens was it?”
As the four reached the gangplank
Captain Bunker came up it. "I’m
sorry I wasn’t on hoard when you
came,” he said. “I hope Mr. Collins
made you at home.”
“Mr. Collins was very nice,” re¬
sponded Mrs. Archman. “But I want¬
ed to see you particularly, captain.”
“Certainly. Will you come into the
chart house, madam?”
Mrs. Archman nodded and followed.
“Captain,” she said, as she took her
seat, “where are you to meet my hus¬
band?”
If Captain Bunker was surprised he
did not show It. “I don’t know,
madam,” he said. “I’m sailing under
sealed orders.”
“What does that mean?’
“I have a sealed letter, which I am
not to open till I get out to sea, I
can’t tell you where I am going, be¬
cause I don’t know myselt”
“Then you don’t know whether you
are to meet him on an Island? It Is
important that I should know.”
Captain Bunker shook his head. “I
know absolutely nothing,” he pro¬
“Very well; then listen to me.” Mrs.
recounted the events that
started Archman southward, and
of the arrival of the map. “I’m
this map was part of the stolen
and I am very anxious to get
to my husband. I came down here
ask you to take It and give It to
when you saw^him. But I have
changed my mind since I came.”
“Ye-es.” The captain did not know
was coming.
“Yes! For reasons of my own, I
want to get my son and daughter awaj
from New York. How many state¬
rooms can you have ready for passen¬
gers by the time you are ready to
sail?”
The captain counted up on his fin¬
gers. “Six,” he said.
“That will be enough, captain. We
will all go south with you.”
“But—my dear madam!” Captain
Bunker caught his breath. “I can’t
take you. I have no orders.”
“I’m giving them to you now. Mr.
Archman did not forbid it, did he?"
“No; but—”
“Very well, then; it’s settled. I
will take all the responsibility. It will
really solve a lot of difficulties, cap¬
tain. Besides, I’m not easy about
Henry. I want to see him and give
him that map myself. Yes! We’ll
join you, captain.”
Captain Bunker shook his head.
be delighted to have you, Mrs.
Archman,” he said. “But I can’t take
without orders from the head of
the firm. I can’t really. If you’ll tele¬
graph to Chicago and get them to in¬
me—”
“Very well! I’ll do it. Meanwhile,
ready for us.”
Captain Bunker nodded. He knew
when to make a virtue of necessity,
did Captain Bunker. “Of course,” he
'Til be delighted to have you
all on board, you know. I just couldn’t
take the responsibility’myself.”
“I understand. By the way, cap¬
tain—do all the workmen on the ship
go with us?”
“Oh, no! Most of them are carpen¬
ters connected with the docks. Young
Carr is in charge of them.”
“Who?”
“Young Carr. Yonder he is.” The
captain pointed. “Most of the men
are in his charge. We are shipping a
new crew, you know, but none of them
are on board yet.”
“Er—who is Mr. Carr? What do
you know about him?”
Captain Bunker looked surprised.
"Nothing much,” he answered. “He’s
attached to the yards here. He seems
a pleasant young fellow, though a
little close-mouthed and inclined to be
“He doesn’t go with you, you say?”
"No.”
“I’m very glad to hear it.” Mrs.
stared out on the deck.
“Would you mind calling the young
people in?” she asked. “I want to tell
them.”
The three tramped merrily Into the
chart house. “Hello, mumsy,” called
Bess. “What’s up? You’re plotting
tvm&tobt. 1 It in your eye.
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Mrs. Archman smiled. “Right,” she
said. “I’ve somethihg to tell you. I’ve
decided to take you ail with me on
the siiip to meet your father.”
“Wha-a-at? You’re joking, mumsy!”
It was Bess who cried out.
Mrs. Archman kept her eyes on her
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daughter. “No; it’s true,” she said.
“Your father needs us and we must
go.”
Bess showed none of the dejection
for which the older woman was look¬
ing. Instead, her eyes twinkled.
“Good!” she exclaimed. “No more
school for yours truly!”
“School!” Mrs. Archman hesitated.
Evidently she had forgotten school.
“I must take along a governess,” she
decided.
“A governess!” Bess shrieked.
“Yes! So, captain, there’ll be five
of us—myself, my son, my daugiiter, a
governess, and at least one maid. Oh!
And of course there’ll be Mr. Akin.
You’ll make preparations?’"
“Yes, madam.”
Mrs. Archman got up. “It will he
quite a rush to get ready,” she said.
“We’d better he about it.” She turned
to the Englishman. “Lord George,”
she said, “I’m very sorry to rescind my
invitation to you. But you can see
how it is. Unless you would like to
go with us on the ship—”
“On the ship? Really? How posi¬
tively ripping! I’ll be delighted to go!”
Mrs. Archman colored and caught
her breath. She had not had the
slightest idea that Lord George would
accept. However, she swiftly decided
that it was all for the best. She
could see the paragraphs in the society
news: “Lord George Caruthers is
yachting with Mrs. Henry, Archman
and party—” She turned quickly to
him. “Will you come, really?” she ex¬
claimed. “I’m very glad.”
“Well, rather! it’ll be awfully jolly
and all that, you know. Er—where
are we going?”
“I don’t know. Captain Bunker has
sealed orders.”
“Sealed orders! Oh, by Jove! I
say! That’s ripping, you know—posi¬
tively ripping!”
In various stages of pleasure and
dejection, the visitors left the ship.
Bess looked about for Mr. Carr, but
she did not see him. As a matter of
fact, he was on his way to Captain
Bunker’s cabin, where he had been
summoned to receive orders in regard
to new fittings for the extra cabins
that would he brought into use by the
new passengers.
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