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Show HBlsacelk Iflp9g :(GBIlaI .. - ' ; -: THE STORY On a pleaaure trio In eaetern waters, Philip Amory, English World war veteran, now a trader on the Inland of Papua, Naw . Guinea, pluncea overboard to aave the Ufa of a musical comedy actraaa, known a "Oln-Sllne." Amory become! Intereated in Pla Laurlar, member of a wealthy New South Wales family. Ha telle her of hie knowledge of a wonderful gold field on the la-land, la-land, though he doea not dleclone the name of the place. "Ola-Sling" "Ola-Sling" telle him Pla la engaged to Sir Richard Fanabew. Amory, however, la confident that the girl la not Indifferent to him. Hit holiday ended, ha arrlvea back at Darn. Ha meeta an Knglleh-man, Knglleh-man, Bplcer, there on develop-mnnt develop-mnnt bualneea for a ayndlcate of which Fanebaw la head. Pan. ahaw'a same recalla to Amory a lnn..rA,.nllAn In.li1nt In whlrli ' Beatrice Grfmshaw Illustration bg Irsclis Mgers Copyright by Hughs) VUaele St Co. .,.,!..,.. WW Serrie J: , J ! ' 1 crags of Prince of Wales snd Horn. I think, so looking, she saw none of these things, nor, yet the sky with galloping tradewind clouds, nor the near palm tree tops, that almost blew across the rail beside us. ( think that she saw only rough Phil Amory, called Black Sheep. Bud the day, for ber, ran filled with shlnlnjt gold. . . . There's time and time for thinking, In the lands where black sheep live. Sometimes, since then, I have wondered won-dered bow things might have gone; what my life, and that of another, might have been, had there been no I'la Laurler on the stenmer. If there , .. 1 one bnt goats to look on, and then jumped op and declared my intention of going out on business. What 1 mennt to do was to sail my boat over to Cape Vork, and sent my message now more than ever necessary by land line. The address of Pis Laurler's father was easily found; I knew where I could get a directory and year book of "Prominent Australians." Aus-tralians." ' . if-.. First, however, I went to the post office, on the off chance of mall. had to wall a little; somebody, Inside, was busy telephoning message to Cape Xork after the strange 'local fashion words spelt out letter by letter, let-ter, with a Christian name for each, to avoid blunders. Mechanically, as I leaned on the counter, 1 began taking tak-ing np the message, which seemed public for all the world to hear " . . P for Potar. T. tnr tanrl he wltneaaed the eecape of Fan ahaw from a leper colony. He tella his friend Baaeett about It and decldea to Inform Laurler. He goes to Thuraday Island to aend tba message. " CHAPTER IV Continued 9 I found my usual room, and dumped my gear In It; walked round the echoing veranda, with a wary eye for ant-eaten boards; peeped into the pilot's room, and bad about made up my mind that there was nobody here save myself and he, when I heard voices In the upstairs parlor. A man and e woman, talking. "Gln-Sllng, for a ducat," I said to myself. "Now what on earth J I did not mean to listen ; but standing stand-ing there in the dusk of the staircase, uncertain whether to go on or go back, I caught sentence or two, before It became clear to me that, up or down, I must move on. "... Off that Infernal ship. Of coarse you will, Jinny, tou don't expect me to believe you missed the boat by accident?" , ' "Missed it for s lark." "Yon didn't miss it for a lark Genevieve. If you didnt miss it for me, yon missed it for some one else." Jinny's reply was tuneful. Irrelevant, and chiefly concerned wltb the unluckily un-luckily comic love adventures of a "coon In Alabam." Then the other person, the man, E for Emily, A for Alice S for Samuel, El for Emily, D for Dora. . . . T for Thomas, O for Oliver. . . , H for Harry, A for Alice, V for Victoria, H for Emily. . . ." Somebody was "pleased to have" something. Waiting, I listened ; I was really not conscious of cvjsdropplng; what was chiefly in my mind at the time was the bare possibility of a letter let-ter from Pla. "Fleased to have you Join," the mes sage slowly ran. "Prospector failed us. See letter March." And then s word that waked me np like a shock from a live wire "Re Tatatata." If I had any scruples about listening listen-ing (and really, one doesn't or oughtn't to listen), I had none now. "Tatatata" "Tat-atata" the word so clearly Papuan, to any one who knew the country, the odd, distinctive word, not really for gotten, was the keyword to the secret that I had, for almost a year, been cherishing; the secret that 1 bad thought mine only. Where, In the name of everything that was Improbable, had Fanshaw got hold of that word, and the fact It connoted? Could a man keep nothing noth-ing to himself, even though he locked his lips snd reined in 1 his very thoughts? The clerk came forward, snd told me there were no letters. I hadn't expected any, so it was unreasonable for me to feel as 1 did exceedingly disappointed. I took myself and my Thert Setmed No Reason, Now, Why - I Should Not Kiss This Jinny, and I Old With Thoroughness. had been Just Jinny Trencher, Jinny whom I had saved at the near risk of my own life; Jinny who gave me 1 know that which she never gave to disappointment out Into the yellow sun and flying winds. ... I come to the conclusion that my telegram bad better go In any case and that after that the sooner I set sail for Duru again, the sooner I got my gear together, and started off on my trip to the Interior, the better. I hadn't money enough for all that was -wanted well, I would get Maidstone to "grubstake" me, much though It went against my pride, I hadn't a mate to no with me. Well, I would take the risks of going alone with my boys. Anything, sooner than let Fanshaw Fan-shaw get ahead of me with what 1 fancied to be the biggest And ever made In Papua. Mow that I raked my mind through and through, now that I squeezed the last drop out of every recollection that could help me, I was able to make a rough guess at the possible source of Fanshaw's Information, And, like most mysteries, It turned out to be simple enough when explained. The fiancee of the dead miner, Grace, had been, not a girl, but a widow. Her name, as I had heard It,, was Brown rlgg. Straining my memory, I seemed to recall something about her maiden name; and If I did not mistake, that name was the fairly common, but In this case, most significant one, of Fanshaw The miner perhaps had talked to Mrs. Brownrlgg more than one had supposed. Mrs. Brownrigg perhaps had talked to her relative (if indeed he was her relative), Sir Richard Fanshaw, the great man of a very mediocre family. I didn't see that 1 was ever likely to know the exact circumstances, cir-cumstances, and perhaps they did not matter. One thing did matter, and that was that a man who signed his telegrams "F," who was almost certainly cer-tainly Fanshaw himself, was Inviting some prospector to Join an exploring party ; using In the message, the name of the point where Grace's trip, yean ago, bad ended. (TO BB CONTINUED) said something that woke me up. "Where," be asked, s-ltb a sudden rasp In His voice, "Is fhe beachcomber fellow who picked you out of the sea?" ' "At the bottom of It, for all 1 know," ajiswered Gln-Sllng. "Jinny, you're enough to" That was all I beard. Conscious that I had already listened too long for decency, de-cency, I hurried down the rubber-enr-peted stairs, and out Into the desolate back street behind the hotel. I wanted to see who would come out I bad half guessed already, . . ; Yes. It was Sir Richard Fanshaw's figure, thin and tall, that stalked out presently from the dusky doorway, followed by that other tall, thin figure fig-ure that was Jinny. From what I bad beard, 1 guessed that Fanshaw had left the ship at some Intermediate port and that Jinny, at the same port, had accidentally, acci-dentally, or purposely abandoned her passage, and stayed behind. She and Fanshaw had returned Australia-wards In the same ship ; had disembarked at Thursday Island I didn't quite see why, but that could pass and were staying at the Cos-mopolls Cos-mopolls Grand. Fanshaw, clearly, was making light love to her; she did not favor bis suit, and be was Inclined In-clined to blame me for the rebuff. Thought slie wits "gone" on me. Imagined Im-agined (owing to the gossip he bad no doubt heard on the ship) that she bad abandoned her voyage and her contract and headed back toward Papua because of me. That was the situation, as I sized It up. While I was pondering these things, no less a person than olr Richard himself him-self came down the ste?a of the hotel. I was clear In his way, but he scatx' ly brushed me wltb his glance, as be passed. In that Instant I realized, what Indeed I might bavo known before, be-fore, that to I'ia's fiance, 1 was nothing noth-ing more than a name. I had seen him on the ship, but he had not anyone else, "What am I doing?" she answered tightly. "Missed me boat In Soura-baya, Soura-baya, stuffln' rice table at tho Orunje. Fanshaw was there gorgln' himself too; he was booked for Sourabaya oil business of some kind and be lent me my fare back to Sydney. There was a boat next day, and I thought I'd get away from him by taking It. but spare me days, that wasn't his Idea ; he saw his man and did his business and got away In twenty-four hours, along wltb me. And when 1 got off here, he got off, so that's that." "He got off,n' I- said, "because he's going across to Papua ; he has one of his exploring trips on." She nodded. "I know; he told me. He's heard something about It that he didn't like, this morning; he got fair snake-headed when bis letters came along In some little boat I wouldn't have bad a chance of this yarn wltb you, only that he went off, for the telegraph tele-graph office as soon as he'd read the letters." I answered her ' nothing at all-silenced all-silenced by a new and unpleasant thought I had brought over a government gov-ernment mall bag In the cutter, as one usually did when crossing to "T. I." What was In Itt Who from Para had been writing to Sir Richard Fan-shawl Fan-shawl Sptcer's cool Indifference to my departure de-parture was easily comprehensible, If he bad obtained, through that very circumstance, the chance of warning Sir Richard against Tiyself and my ugly knowledge. It was no news to him, I dared say; be seemed to be Sir Richard's creature through and through. Over these thoughts 1 sat glooming and worrying, till Jinny noticed the sudden drop In temperature, and began be-gan to tease. Then 1 rot sed myself. She must be In Fanshaw's confidence, more or less, I thought; It wouldn't do to set that keen mind of hers to work. I kissed her again, wltb no consciously seen me. -just as well, I thought, though I could not have told why. The sight of him. busy and purposeful pur-poseful about I knew not what, reminded re-minded roe that my telegram was still unsent I went op to my room to concoct It; but I bad scarcely got out pencil and paper, leaning over my sultcsse with back to the door, when I was suddenly and not disagreeably blinded by two long cool hands that closed, without warning, over my eyes. . "Guess who," said Jinny's voice, with Jinny's own unmistakable chuckle In t "The prettiest girl In the Pacific, I answered, pulling down ber hands, and twisting hf r face till It met mine. There seemed no reason now why I should not kiss this Jinny, and I did, with thoroughness. I had not wanted 'to kiss ber on the boat when the vision ot Pia Laurler as trill gilded wltb the light of not Impossible future fu-ture hopes. Now . . t What did It matter? Let Pla marry, or not marry, whom she listed ; there was always the mangrove man-grove rcll, and what It signified to stand between us two. . , . Jinny broke away from me; she was Bushed and laughing. I thought I bad never seen ber so pretty. "Tell me what It's .all about?" 1 said. "Why aren't you delighting the smart folk of Singapore, and why Isn't Sir Richard Fanshaw well, why Is be here, anyhow? I don't mean why Is he with you ; that's his luck-but luck-but what the deuce do the two of you want in this dead dustheap of a place?" Jinny settled herself purrlngly tn a hammock chair like a slim kitten that curls Itself on a pillow. Her eyes were half closed; she looked beneath be-neath long lushes, heavy with paint and across the plain ot seiUa-blut sea, and the far-out fairy Isli of Tuesday Tues-day and Wednesday, and the purple |