Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 180, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 December 1931 — Page 13

I~>EC. 7, 1931.

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CHAPTER FORTY-SIX (Continued) TT seemed like hours that the i couple on the deck watched *nd It began to appear that the man was winning—at any rate, If he had survived that far, it was likely he could hold out until the heavy seas subsided and set his course again. Then they lost him. He seemed tn have vanished from the face of the sea, though they played the telescope carefully over the very spot where he had last been seen. Minutes went buy. Bates at last put the glass down and gave it up. “Well, he’s gone,” he said. And as one speaks of the dead he added, grudgingly, “It was a game fight he put up—the louse!” Mary pointed suddenly and cried, “Look, what's that?” “Where?" Excitedly Bates threw the glass up to his eye. “Over there. By the prison. Just at the point where the land and water meet.” It was merely a moving white speck to her eye, but Bates exclaimed: “ By George, he made it! He's tying up at the old pier! What do you know about that?” “But where has he been? Why didn’t we see him?” “I don’t know r —unless he—oh, I *ee. His back was toward us. We *ce his white shirt only when he’s facing us—the wind blows his coat open. From the back he looked all dark, the color of the water.” To Captain Hendricks they took their news. He received it absentmindedly, his whole mind on the dots and dashes he was sending over the repaired radio set—listening for reply that did not come. a a a ‘IT'S all right,” the captain told A them. “He’ll stay there till we go after him. Nothing there but the skeleton wall of the prison, abandoned long ago. Not a very cheerful port to put into, but,” he grinned and added one of his stale bits of humor, “any old port in a storm.” The Gypsy had stopped her insane jiggling now. The wind had died down, and Mary made her way down the deck without difficulty. She stopped at Bruce’s door long enough to see a tableau that sent a gush of happy tears to her eyes—old J. J. Jupiter, gaunt and pathetic In his striped bathrobe, seated by his son’s bunk, holding his hand as if he had been a child. Bruce’s eyes were closed; he was •leeping peacefully. She turned back to her own room, cold, weary and feeling more than a little forlorn. Her door was open and in it stood a strange figure—a ghostly, wild-eyed figure in white pajamas. “Mary!” Dirk cried, at sight of her, and reached for her with a long arm that drew her to him and held her there like a vise. “Mary, my love, I’ve been a fool! I heard shots and I though you were killed! I had to find you—l couldn’t stand it!” CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN THEY were sitting on the edge of Mary’s bed, arms about each other, grinning foolishly but happily at each other. Not all the dampness that glistened on their cheeks was caused by the rain. Mary found that sometimes it was harder to bear happiness than its absence. She plucked an infinitesimal handkerchief out of her pajama pccket and blew her nose vigorously. “Happy?” Dirk asked gently. “Terribly happy!” ‘'lt's been a long time!” It their old joke, but instead of laughing, they suddenly wpre more serious than they ever had been with each other. . . Quickly, breathlessly they kissed and clung as if they never would let go. “Oh, why were you so cruel?” Mary asked when she could manage to speak. “It, was awful—l thought I couldn’t live, and bear it, for you to think those things of me ” Dirk put his hand over her mouth. “Don't,!” he begged. “I was Just a Jealous fool, that's all! I never dreamed you could be right about that other terrible thing—a little sw r eet red-head like you—” He mussed her hair gently with his big hand. “You were right, though! I want you to know it. I’m eating humble pie, honey, and liking it.” “No, you mustn’t!” They both laughed at this feminine inconsistency, and then began to consider getting the invalid downstairs again. When this had been accomplished, with one of Dirk’s arms about Mary's shoulder and the other about Bates, they still found themselves loth to part. ‘T’ve got to be the papa here and look after you two brats,” Bates decided. “Mary, get along to your room or I’ll use the old slipper!” “But I couldn't sleep!” “Lie there and count sheep then. You don’t want to be asleep tomorrow when we bring back The Fly. do you?” “You're going over?” •■At sun-up.” “But—he may shoot you!” “We'll take the chance. If he knows what's good for him, he’ll come along peaceably. That’s a horrible hole he's taken refuge in. I doubt if there's a drop of fresh water. If the sun comes up hot again tomorrow, he'll know what hell is.” an* THERE did he get the gun— W and the chloroform?” “The gun was his own. I got it back from the ambassador's house detective who took it from him, and have been keeping it in my room till lately. But I've got my own and yesterday I persuaded Mr. Jupiter he ought to keep one handy. “He had it lying on his table, but some time yesterday it disappeared. The door was locked. Either De Loma had a skeleton key and walked in and filched it—he could see it plainly through the porthole—or he snagged it through the open porthole. It could be done easy enough, with a bent wire. “Anyway, Bruce has got a .38 slug in him. and the gun in question was a .38, so it's reasonable tn suppose it’s his own gun De Loma stole.” “But the chloroform? And where did Bruce get his gun? I didn’t know he had one.” “Neither did I. I must take a look at it. The chloroform came cut of the captain's medicine chest ” When the lovers had finally parted, Bates took Mary to her room. He confided that the radio had re- I

sponded to Captain Hendrick’s attentions, and that he had gotten through to Key West at last. A tug with a doctor aboard was speeding to their aid and should arrive before noon. “I haven’t seen Louise about. She couldn’t have been very anxious about Bruce or she would have stayed with him, wouldn’t she?” “She’s stading over by the port rail, staring at the prison,” Bates said. “She started crying, wanting to know if he was dead, and I told her no, he’d recover, “I thought she meant Bruce. She said it, was De Loma she meant. Well, you could knock me over with a feather! “He’s her husband,” Mary told him. “She hates him, but—she loves him, too. Once I wouldn’t have understood how such a thing could be. But these last weeks, I’ve learned a few things.” a m a THERE was little sleep for any cne on board the Gypsy the rest of the night. Dawn found them all dressed and roaming the deck, watching anxiously for the wisp of smoke on the horizon that would herald the arrival of the tug—and deliverance. Mindful of what had been told her about the old prison and its sorry state, Mary found it impossible not to speculate about The Fly and what had happened to him. The prison itself presented as blank and guarded a face as ever. There was no sign of life in any of its staring, sightless windows. It was possible The Fly had rested there a short time and then gotten back into his boat and rowed to the next key. The small jutting bits of land called the Florida keys are so close together that it is a fairly simple matter to row from one to another. Most of them are barren wastes, with only birds and lizards for inhabitants. There is not the ghost of a bit of shelter on any of them, and unless De Loma had thought to carry a can of fresh water with him he would be without any until he reached Key West. Louise had tried to bribe a sailor to lower the lifeboat and take her to the fort, but her haggard looks and coarse voice so alarmed him that he bolted without making any reply. Hooded in a great cape like a nun, she paced the deck like a hungry tigress . . ; and was avoided as such. Mary, with her own love warm and safe, felt pity for her, unwillingly. a a a SUDDENLY Mary heard her give a glad cry, and saw her train her glasses on the prison. The girl did likewise and saw a figure crawling along the top of the wall, waving something white. Word spread that The Fly had been sighted and every one rushed to that side of the deck. The man had risen to his feet and was stumbling along, waving his arms frantically. To whom was he signaling? At almost the same moment the quiet voice of the sailor on watch reported the smoke of the approaching tug on the eastern horizon. It must appear somewhat closer to De Loma than to them. It must be the tug; he was signalling, unaware that it was speeding to the aid of the “Gypsy.” The plume of smoke grew rapidly. It was like being the audience at a two-ring circus. The excited ones on board the yacht turned their glasses first on De Loma, then on the tug. Suddenly a cry went up from several throats at once—“ He's gone! My God, he's fallen!” a a a THOSE who were watching at the precise moment of the accident were divided in their stories of what had happened Bates stoutly maintained that the man’s foot had slipped; he had clung a moment trying to save himself, and dropped, unable to cling to the slippery stone. He also maintained, somewhat loudly, that the man was certainly dead. Something that might he his body lay at the foot of the gray walls on the rocks, half in and half out of the sea. Captain Hendricks advanced the Idea that hopeless of attracting the tug’s attention, De Loma had deliberately jumped. “He knew what was ahead of him in the way of thirst—he’s no stranger to this part of the country.” the captain surmised. Only one stood silent, tearless, offering no suggestion whatever, Louise. Slowly she put up her hands before her face, and stood with bent head. Mary, her hand fast in Dirk's as he sat. beside her in a deck chair, looked away from the sight of the other woman’s grief. It came to her how she would feel if it had been Dirk. Half an hour later the tug had come as close as possible to the stranded yacht and stopped just off the reef in the free channel. A small boat was lowered and a doctor sent over. While the medical man was with Bruce, Bates and a strong-armed sailor lad were dispatched in the tug’s dory to bring back The Fly, alive or dead. They rowed the half mile to Ft. Jefferson and soon returned with the crumpled body of The Fly in the body of the boat. Mary shrank away from the sight, and the sound of Bates’ cheerful voice sickened her, as he bellowed up to his employer, grim and whitefaced, leaning over the rail: “Here stje is, sir!” He held up the ruby necklace, gleaming like drops of heart’s blood in the early morning sun. Mr. Jupiter nodded, but there was no triumph or even pleasure in his face. “Does he live?” he asked in a low voice as De Loma was carried up the deck and laid on the bed in his room. Bates nodded. “Crazy in the head.” he said softly. “Keeps talking about the sun getting in his eyes. What does he mean by that? The sun wasn’t up till just a little while ago.” a a a THE doctor came out of Bruce’s cabin, and greeted the assemblage with the false cheerfulness of those who are not directly concerned in a tragedy. “Your son will live," he told Mr. Jupiter, “but he must be gotten to a hospital immediately. This heat —some .uing might happen to the wound

Mr. Jupiter looked like a man reprieved from death. “Here,’ he said, “here’s another job for you,” and led the surprised doctor to De Loma’s stateroom. This time the medical man did not even pretend with them. “The man’s all broken to pieces inside,” he said. “He’s got a bullet wound besides. My God, what happened to him? If he has any people here, call them. He's likely to go at any minute.” But it was not Louise who was called first. Bates, enlisting a white-lipped Mary with pad and pencil in hand to take down the dying mans words, was given a little time alone with him first. Half an hour later they came out. Mary was white and shaking, and Dirk, seated just outside, drew her down to him and put a strong arm about her just in time to prevent her collopsing. “He did it!” she sobbed. “He killed them both!” ‘•He made Eddie telephone me and say he was coming over, then he put on Eddie’s coat and came in his place. Eddie was locked in, with the other man guarding him, but he got away. “That was when he called you, and he hid somewhere. They looked for him in the car, but didn’t see him until just as he was crossing the street to meet me.” Dirk patted her shoulder reassuringly. Mr. Jupiter jerked about abruptly and walked to the rail, dropping his head in his hands. When she was quieter, Mary lifted her head and asked bashfully: “Do you think Eddie knows that we know he didn’t do it? I hope so! For, God forgive me, I’ve never been really sure until now!” She buried her head again for a moment, and this time it was the dry, hard sob of shame that shook her. “I’me a liar and a cheat. It wasn’t the world I was proving Eddie’s innocence to —it was myself! All the time I was blaming you, I was as bad as you were.” Dirk held her hands tightly, and said, “Listen. You’ve forgiven me a lot of stupidness because you love me. Don’t you think Eddie—might do the same for you?” Presently she dropped her head and kissed him. Both love and gratitude were in her kiss. (To Be Concluded) PENNSY TO GO ELECTRIC Announces New York-Philadelphia Conversion Next Summer. Complete electrification of its main lines for passenger service between New York and Philadelphia next summer is planned by the Pennsylvania railroad. Approximately three thousand passenger trains, operating bgtween the two cities, will bid farewell to the old steam engines.

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