Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 February 1910 — Untitled [ARTICLE]

sailed on arid on to the south, with Betty fast asleep and all unconscious of the world-wide search for her, now paralleling'jhe mystery of the murder of Cerisse Wayne. : A—...... CHAPTER XI. One day Betty, tired of watching the seascope slip monotonously by, sampled putting her foot to the deck. The touch of the timber wakened ambition Within her, so the second foot slowly followed the first. Then Betty made another try, and found that she could stand erect —rather tottery, it was true. Then she . tried to walk, but hardly had she gone half a dozen steps when Tyoga was with her. - “Careful, careful,” smiled the negress. “Don’t try too much, and be careful, mighty careful ’round this boat. This is a bad boat, Missy, it ought to fly the pirate flag.” Betty shivered. She had grown to like Tyoga, for the negress had been itself in the services she had given to the young American girl. Taciturn and commanding, Betty had never been able to evoke from her either the object or the direction of their Journey beyond what the negress had told her that first morning. That she had been very ill, Betty knew, and* that Le Malheureux was a physician of high skill she had shrewdly guessed. Betty rarely saw him, never in a bright light, though when he played on deck of nights, as he always did, the magic, mystery and misery in the music made her heart throb and her eyes fill with tears. It was the wail of a heart and of a soul in prison, and in despair. All endeavors to elicit any information from her surroundings having failed, Betty had resigned herself to the inevitable* postponed the finding of the answer and estimating her own enfeebled condition had got. down to taking things as she found them, reveling in the salt and sweep of Nature and the sea-air and the willy-nilly voyage that had fallen to her lot. Time and its reckoning had all been lost. Betty, - finding that the comptometer of the days bad slipped from her mind did not try to retain it She merely rested and waited. But there were times, occasions and remarks that Tyoga and Le Malheureux both would ofttimes make that caused' Betty to shiver, and forced her once more into a wonderment of the wherefore and the why. “Don’t, Tyoga!” she fretted now. You make me so unhappy when you speak like that. I’m restless, anyway, and I want to be amused. Take me some place!” •«- * “Do you want to go into my kitchen,” suggested Tyoga, humoring ber. “Most little girls like to mess in the kitchen. If you want to you may go down and make fudge.” “Tyoga,” asked Betty, “where did you get that wonderful education of yours? Tell me, do. Your English is perfection!” A shade of pain crossed the negress’ face, and her features set in immoblllp; “Do you want to go into the kitchen?” she repeated. “No.” replied Betty, imperiously, ‘T want to go see Le Malheureux. I don t like him, Tyoga, he repels me as much as (#• he were a horrid beast/ But I feel sorry for him. Take me where he is.” (To be continued.)