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Show ft ' ''!Zi'T7j'l Jules Mary Love -: Mystery -:- Adventure "Ahl land where I shall perhapa suffer again . . . !" She sought the eyes of Blancafort. He waa seated In a eanvaa chair beneath be-neath the awning that crackled In the breeae of the open sea. With arms crossed he seemed on guard over her. He seemed to say: "There or here, you shan't escape me!" Son la alghed. and to herself she repeated re-peated that anxious plaint, ao many times murmured already, "Why, oh IwhyT" Blanrefort had attracted the attention atten-tion of hi fellow passengsns from the very first hours of the voysge. He never spoke; he lived within himself; hi pale face was like the mask of Pate. Those who made an attempt to chat with him came away frightened. fright-ened. There was nothing of the trifling In the men's whole nature. He roused -no . thought of gaiety; he begot be-got fear. AN EXECUTIONER, A VICTIM ' It was off the Island of Saint Pol. The liner Vllls de Bordeaux on the Buenoe Aire service had picked up paangera at' Rio d Janlero, and had called at Bah la and Pernambuco: and now ah waa reeling off her. twenty knota on the quiet Atlantic. Everything Every-thing up to thla evening In July had given promise that the three weeks' oroealng would be delightful, without accident, without Incident. Everyone waa on deck as the pas-sengera pas-sengera came from dinner. . From the mtiale room came the lilt of waltses snd the whirl of ragtime, all the lateat dances from America and from Franc. And on deoR. before the red glob of th aun dipping gently to the sea, in th rays of th flaming -wy that seemed to caress th laughter and th happiness there, they dsnced. They danced with never a care of the morrow. mor-row. For these dancers, how could they dnuht but that . the morrow would corner How could they atop to think that th red glory of th sun waa the sinister color of fire, or that old ocean la never more the traitor than when he eeems most calm? People, on the other hand, weffe drawn to Bonis .with, her great vngue eye of clear gray, her Slav features, distinguished and pale, and her fine bmns hair shot with glint of burnished bur-nished gold. Despite her forty years and her motherhood, there remained ao much grace In her supple figure, there was atich an air of sorrow about her, ao much did she rem In need of consolation that everyone waa str traded to her. No one. however, bad ever seen her smile. Her life could be read In the dull depthe of her eyee the life of a victim of some horror. hor-ror. - The man'a face was a blank; the door of that mysterious and redoubtable re-doubtable eeul waa locked thla was the executioner. At Rio d Jsnlero but two passengers passen-gers had boarded th ship, a woman of forty and a man of from fifty to sixty year Nicolas Hlancafort and Bonla, his wife, h French, she a Russian. Ten year before they had landed at this port and bought themselves them-selves a Pretty cottage high-up oh the Caatet, well away from the ravages of the dread yellow fever. They seemed to be rich; yet they had es-tabllshsd es-tabllshsd no relationship with those about them. They lived by themeelvea, them-eelvea, for themselves. Isolated; the woman waa sweet, realg-nrd. sad; the man sinister and atern. Thos with whom they were forced to eome Into contact for the need of their -dally II f sometime aald that they surprised sur-prised on Bonla's feature a sort of look of entreaty, a glance that seemed to aay, "Why em I condemned to this life of Isolation?" . They thought 'they read In her xpreeln a suppressed cry of "Bring m bck to Franc; Put m again among th face that are dear to me! Olv ma again the two one I adore!" They wer dancing on deck, dancing very lale. when, auddenly, th wind rose with a ahriek. 8o happy, so carefree care-free had they been that none of them had given a glance at the aky. But now, at the eound of the wind, anxious anx-ious glanoea wer ' cast aloft. Night had fallen long tnce, but there were no stars. Above the ehip hung a gigantic cloud of Inky black. The sea waa still calm; It waa a great lake of still water; but, somehow, fright crept Into many a soul. The man on watch struck off 10 o'clock and th hell cut sharply acroe the sllenc fallen when the dancing had auddenly etopped. And It was thus that they heard th vole of a quartermaster, quar-termaster, trying to reassure an already al-ready disturbed woman passenger. "No, madnme." h aald heartily, "with a ahlp like thla there le no eauae for alarm. Two propeller and two engines! Why, no storm can do ua any harm! Fir Is th only danger dan-ger nowsday . . . and we take good care against that!" Many hd gone below to their rah- But th man seemed always Indifferent. Indif-ferent. Impenetrable, frosen. They exchanged ex-changed few word between them. He hunted much. 8h went through a long drawn out proeea of auiclde; ehe blinded herself to th many llttl woman's task ah might have done: and sometime ah spent whol days In sleep hoping perhaps that sleep might bring her forgetfulneee of this dreary life. And thus whole years had rolled by la thla, atrange establishment. ins, though aome stout eoul stayed on deck, and among these was Nicholas Blancafort. With them there remained but a single woman Spnla. And to her came Nicholas, apeaklng without alarm and without tender-nee tender-nee thla Strang phraee: "Whatever happens. I will save you." "Ah. I would rather you let me die!" she murmured. Tomorrow A Fire at ea. Tranelated from the "reach. repyrtsht, 131, fer the felted Stales and Great Britain y The vvaeeier Syaaicete. ne. Copyrighted in France by Le Tetlt Pa- On day, without warning, a hare fortnight before the time at which this story beglna, th man bad aald to her; "We are leaving , ... w are going back to France- "I shall see my two sona. my two great boy!" had burst Immediately from her Up. Fr thla mother, that waa everything. every-thing. For her there was nothing ae In life. So, feverishly, -Joyously fur the flrat time in an eternity, she made her preparation to leer. And. when the ahlp had cast off and waa making mak-ing out to aea. quivering with a ahip'a pride upon the conquered ocean, the woman watched without" regret th disappearance of their shady little retreat re-treat upon the hill. People there had called It "Lo Gloria" with its white and rose colored cottage. Dut now, little by little, the veil of distance, the thick veil of golden sunlight, intervened: inter-vened: eoftly It enveloped th Braxll-tan Braxll-tan coast, the Sugarloaf, Saint Thereee. th Cast el and the' Corco-vado, Corco-vado, whit with snow; and Bonis, left no pang of parting. . "Farewell!" aha ' sighed. "Farewell, land of my ill, land where hav suffered 'so!" - i Sh turned about then, and over The thousands of mile that art ill separated sepa-rated her from the end of her Journey, Jour-ney, her yearning vision soared ahead, to Franc, and eh murmuredaa(aln: |