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Show ,STORY45pP i I III 1 1 I'' Mr. Barnes, American Dr Archibald Clavering Gunter A Sequel to Mr. Barnes of New York Author of "Mr. Btrnu of N. York," "Mr. Potior of Tout." "That Frenchman." Etc I 1 GoprMitht, WOT. Dodd Moid A Co.. N T. 8YN0PSIS. llurton II. Harries, a wealthy American touring Corsica, rescues tlio young English Eng-lish llcutcnnnt, Kdwnrd Qernrd Anstruth-or, Anstruth-or, mill his CorHlcnn bride, Morlnn, daughter of the I'nolls, from the rnur-dorous rnur-dorous vendetta, understanding that lit" rewnrd Is to bo the hand of tho Klrl ho loves, Enid Anstruther, sister of the Ens-IrIi Ens-IrIi llcutcnnnt. The four lly from AJac-clo AJac-clo to Marseilles on board tho French learner Constantino. Tho vendetta pur-uos pur-uos and as tho quartet nro about to board the trnln for lxmiloti nt Marseilles, Marina Is handed n mysterious note which cnuses her to collapse and necessitates necessi-tates a postponement of tho Journey, thirties gets part of tho mysterious note and receives letters which Inform him thnt ho Is marked by tho vendetta. lie employs an American dctectlvo and plans to beat tho vendetta at their own game. For tho purposn of securing tho safety of the women Hurries nrrunKes to havo Lady Chartrln leaBo a secluded villa at Nice to which tho party Is to be taken In a yacht. Suspicion Is created that Mariim Is In leugue with tho Corslcans. A man, behoved to bo Correitlo Danelln, Is seen pnsslriK tho houso and Marina Is thought to havo given him a sign. Marina Ma-rina refuses to explain to Humes which fnct adds to bis latent suspicions, Homes' plans for tho safety of the purty nro learned by the Corslcans. The cnrrliiRo carrying their party to the local Inndlng Is followed by two men. Ono of tho horsemen Is supposed to be CorreKlo, Thoy try to murder tho Arnerlcnn. Tho cook on tho yacht a Frenchman Is bus. peeled of complicity In tho plot. Tho party anchors at St. Tropez. The yacht is followed by a small bout. Tho cook Is detected giving slKnnls to the boat. Hnrnes attempts to throw him overboard, but Is prevented by Murlna and Knld. CHAPTEH VI. Continued. "And why, to night, against tho regulations reg-ulations of my vessels," adds An-struthor, An-struthor, "ho kept this galley flro un-banked un-banked so that tho light Bhtnlng through his open portholo Indicates to tho felucca what craft It Is to pursue" Marina puts theso questions to tho cook and translates tho following answer. an-swer. "Tho Ico was necessary. After I am on shoro to get It, I sent a telegram, tele-gram, as I promised, to Monsieur Deu-pez, Deu-pez, who had como to mo In Mnrselllos and said: 'You go on the Seagull. Tho Cufo Vcfleur will want you as soon n3 their grand chef Mcudon goes to Pnris. To engage you, thoy must know whore you are. To miss your services would bo a blow for tho great restaurant. So thoy can communicate with you, telo-graph telo-graph mo Immediately on landing from each port tho yacht stops, that they can got you tho Instant Mcudon leaves.' Ho gavo mo money for this. Therefore tho moment I am on shore, I telegraph simply: 'St. Tropez. I am hero. Loboouf.' Soon I received a ro-turn ro-turn message: 'Hold tho yacht threo hours.' I havo vegetables to buy, also dowers. That takos time, after the market Is closod. I don't hurry. What matters If a pleasure yacht leavo a llttlo llt-tlo later? From Marseilles I receive no further answor. Tho chef of the Voflour has not yet gono, so I como on board. This nlghr, tho morning watch want coffee; Monsieur Graham say give It to thorn, so I leavo my flro un-banked. un-banked. It was very hot; I open tho porthole of my galley. That's all. Void, what I havo done is simply business. busi-ness. I am a great cook. Tho Cafo Veflour wishes to engago mo; that is nil." "Aha," cries Enid generously; "you seo tho chef simply expected to get a good position in tho kitchen of a leading lead-ing Marseilles rostaurant." Listening to this, Edwin and Barnes go Into consultation. Probably the memory of his magnificent culslno makes them lenient to tho artist. "I bollove tho llttlo beggar Is Innocont," says tho sailor. "Simply a matter of vanity," remarks re-marks Burton. "Ho thought thoy wanted him very much for tho Cafo Vollour." "If wo don't put tho llttlo chap on shoro, wo must trust him," remarks tho Amorlcan. Then ho says briefly to Marina: "Pleaso show Loboeuf what danger he has placed uppu us by his telegram," " And this being explained to him by tho beautiful women, both fair ones nlmost speaking together, Loboeuf beginning be-ginning to comprehend tho plot against ovon their lives, tho llttlo Frenchman breaks out excitedly and gallantly In a mixture of polyglot: "Millo. ton-norros, ton-norros, murder you, angels of morcy? Nevalro! I, Felix Loboeuf, vlll defond you both vlth my llfo." Ho solzoa nnd kisses their hands. "Zcso assassins shall answer to mo for making mo zelr Instrument. No moro telegrams whllo 1 am a Seagull. Zat I swoar to you," and tho llttlo follow's oyos glow with gratltudo as thoy rost upon tho gcntlo creaturos who, as they have stood bo-twecn bo-twecn him and marllnsplko and pistol, havo seemed divine In morcy. Hut desplto the Innocenco and fealty of Monsieur Loboouf, Edwin and Uarnes leave his galley dismayed. "Wo must settle exactly how we proceed," whispers Ilnrncs to Edwin, the two ladles having retreated to tho stern. "What do yoti propose?" "Why, as not only n sailor but a man of common sense, I proposo to got away from these sneaky devils ns far ns posslblo; crack on everything, round Sardinia, dilvc for the Strntt ot Gibraltar and up the Atlantic nnd Hay of Biscay to England." Hnrnes glances over the stem far away In the gloom of tho coining morning morn-ing is tho felucca. "There's practical proof that tho vendetta is over following follow-ing us," ho says, Blmply. "That cruel craft is sent to dog us to nny port where we mny land. In England, you will be too prominent to cscnpo notice. Besides, do you or I want to live our lives always looking over our shoulders shoul-ders for some enemy behind us? No, thoro Is ono wny my original plan. "Oct tho Indies conccnled nnd guarded guard-ed as carefully ns posslblo with Lady Chartrls at Vlllcfranchc, then you nnd I turn about and meet theso dovlls, nnd, If necessary, destroy them; nt nil events, destroy tho mnn who has tho money, tl'.nt permits theso assassins to follow us to the ends of tho earth." "By heaven, you nro right," answers Edwin. "Now tho best wny to do It?" Over this thoy hold consultation, nnd tho result Is that next morning when they nro off Porto Ferrajo, still finding tho foluccn In sight, they tako the following fol-lowing action: That day, Balling well beyond tho famed iBland of Monto Crlstu, tho night coming on dark and heavy, Anstruthor put out every light on tho vessel and turns about, nnd tho next morning, piloted by Graham, who knows this sea, they nro nlono nt an-chor an-chor In a llttlo cove, sheltered by tho sterile rocks of Gorgonn. Hero tho English officer changes tho nppenrnnco of tho Seagull nlmost entirely. en-tirely. Paint pots nro got out nnd she soon has a black hull; Miss Anstru-ther, Anstru-ther, who Is now interested in tho matter, painting n new name, tho Wildfowl, on n piece of ennvas, that Is tneked ovr tho stem. Then both topmnsts of tho vessel nro sent down on deck nnd a leg-of-mutton nmlnsall that Graham reports In tho vessel's sail locker, is bent on tho main boom, tho gaff bolng removed. In nddltlon, tho rigging Is overhauled nnd mado ttOBsMsHHsisBp Miss Anstruther Who Is Now Interested Interest-ed In the Matter, Painting a New Name, the Wildfowl on a Piece of Canvas. moro slack and slouchy llko that of sumo careless merchant trading schooner. So tho next day, beating out upon tho sea between Elba and Corsica, Is a very different vessel to tho brilliant ploasuro craft that left Marseilles. Upon Its deck aro people also changed. The Intimacy of a yachting excursion excur-sion to young men and young women who lovo each other, generally makes tho deck of tho craft under soft suns fanned by refreshing breezes, nigh onto a heaven, but haunted by tho supposed sup-posed deft letters of Clprlano Danolla, tho Seagull Is an Inforno. "Tho deck of this vessel has bo-como," bo-como," Edwin muttered gloomily to Harnes, "nigh unto hell. Can't you see," ho whispers despairingly, "that every day Marina grows moro anxious and moro nervous? My God, It Is for mo." This remark is mado to tho American Ameri-can as tho two men sit smoking between be-tween tho main and tho foremast lato the next ovcnlng. "Did you notlco," adds Anstruther, with a sigh, "she had no appetite?" "You mean your sister?" says the American. "Certnlnly not; Marina! My wlfo didn't eat n mouthful." "Neither did Miss Anstruther!" "Nonsense! Enid was enthusiastic ovor our parlez-vous cook's culinary triumphs." "Yes, with hor Hps, but not with hor teeth," mutters Burton, grimly. "Womanlike, sho cried out about filet mlgnon and omoletto soullle and affected af-fected to cat but " "But stored away no cargo," suggests sug-gests Anstruther. "So much tho bettor bet-tor for you, old man; when a girl gets off her food she's hard hit In somo other part of her anatomy than her stomach. My sister's a good sailor, bo It Isn't sea sickness affects her." "Sea sickness!" Jeers Barnes, savagely. sav-agely. "Can't you soo that overy hour Enid grows moro cold nnd moro haughty to me, punishing mo becauso I dldu't wed her that day In Marseilles, when even Emory, tho cold blooded Ynnkoo dctectlvo, shuddcrod and snld It would be a crlmo for mo to marry with this dovlllsh thrent I carry In my pocket against nny woman who Is unfortunate un-fortunate enough to become my wlfo." , "It concerns my sister; supposing you show It to mo!" suggests Edwin. "Supposing you show It to me!" comes io them In n clear votco from tho neighboring cutter, "My God, you overheard?" Barnos fnccB his beautiful llancce ns sho stop from tho lnrge boat that, after tho mor-chant mor-chant fashion, has now been stowed on tho deck amldshlp. "Certainly! Hoping I hnd donoyour lovo nn Injustice, I havo been trying to ovorhoar some such ibv elation ns this for the lust few days." Tho girl's eyes aro beaming now, tender with lovo and hope. Then sho breaks forth almost passionately, pas-sionately, "You owe this to my lovo for you. Slnco you seemed roluctnnt to wenr mo ns your brldo, to accept niy wifely dovotlon, my prldo haB suffered suf-fered so much that you, Burton, cannot can-not deny mo tho sight of that letter bo that I may ngnln trust tho nrdency ot ypur desire to mnko mo yours." "Best glvo It to her," rcmnrka hor sailor brother, grimly, "You ndvlBo It, then?" "Yos, sho will novor rest without It now, If I know Enid of old." Barnes silently places tho accursed thrent against tho woman whom he dares to marry and her offspring in tho hand of his botrothud. Sho carries It to tho binnacle light and reads it carefully twlco ovor. Then bIio returns to them, hor eyes brilliant with determined dovotlon, yot swimming with tonderost lovo. "You let such n chimera as this llttlo piece of paper, tho ravings of somo maniac on rovengo, stand between you and my lovo." "No, no; this threat you havo had proof enough Is a mcnaco all our llvos. I doslro to put Its author whoro' ho can do no harm to you boforo I wed you." "Beforo? After you wed mo!" cries his fiancee, in exalted mood. "Lot us together faco and annihilate this fiend." "But rcmcmbor this Is nn undying feud. Think whnt my self-reproach would bo If I let your lovo for mo bring mlscrnblo death to you, my adored," whispers Barnes. ".My death couldn't happen, sweot-heart, sweot-heart, unless you died also, Burton," sho says simply. "I demand of this gentleman," sho continued, "who Bays ho loves me, that ho weds me tho moment wo go on shoro nt Nice oven If it brings mo Into tho unhnppy feud proclaimed ngnlnst htm. No, no; don't rofuso mo, Bur-1 ton," Bho whispers, determinedly, " 'tis tho Inst chance. You wed mo then or novor wed mo! If you cannot trust mo with your woes, I'll not tako part of your Joys." Moro enamored than ever with tho charming girl who will risk death to bo his bride, Bnrnes silently extends his arms, nnd sho falling Into them, tho yacht's deck becomes a heaven to theso lovers. Tho next day the sun again rises bright over tho Mediterranean. Tho foluccn Is never sighted. Monslour Leboeut servos meals lit for n fairy princess In tho salon, nnd Enid nnd Barnes havo such appetites tho cook Is delighted. A fow days later tho Seagull, under tho name of tho Wildfowl, dlops her anchor In tho llttlo bay nt Vlllofrancho, coming In, not llko a sprightly yacht, but like n slow, lumbering, carelessly sailed and Inadequately handled merchant mer-chant craft. (TO HE CONTINUED.) |