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(l ‘1. 5 NQ’QéQQGQQQQQ‘QQEQfifiR CHAPTER XVII. I was not destined to improve my Matthew Mayfleld. I would give a good deal interview with the door locked and the key thrown that en- ough to be just as pleased with the end been with his reappearance in person. I am afraid I regarded him rather too . and though within limits 1 was right, I came nigh to paying dearly for my acquaintance with Mr. for a quiet halfâ€"hour’s with him now, in some room out: of the window ; but on eventful day I was ungrateful greasy note he sent me at the of the hour as I should have lightly as a means to an end, disrespect. The note was as follows :â€" "Dear Sir,â€"I have been the far end of thepleasure of waiting upon you. "But in the meanwhile I seen Captain .llicey of the Miranda, and he will be willing to oblige you on the terms :mentioned;~ The yacht is lying off the Little Mole, and will sail for. Cagliari punctually at six this evening. You should be On board in plenty of time, as Dicey says he can’t wait. The run will take about twenty-five hours, and you thus standa great chance finding the Queen of Night still the port. Wishing you a speedy pas- sage and a happy reunion with your friends, also assuring you of the privilege which I feel it to have been of service to you. “I remain, "Yours obediently, “MATTHEW MAYFIELD. "'P.S.â€"â€"Captain Dicey is an excel- lent fellow, and as honest as the day, but of course, as the master of a small steamâ€"yacht, is not a man of much culture and refinement.” "Culture and refinement be hanged, so long as he runs me across ,to Cagliari' before the Queen leaves 'thé' island,” I cried, and I hurried off to the hotel bureau to square my ac- count and give gage did not trouble me, since I had nothing but a few articles I had purchased 'for present requirinents, and these were comfortably stOWed in a. handbag. Having made my small preparations, I found that» I had still three hours to kill before the yacht sailed, and I decided: that a portion at least of the time might be profitably spent in the selection and purchase of a revolver, for I did not know what was before me when [ should again stand face to face with Zavertal and Vizard. I went for the purpose to the shops on the Strada Chiaja, , and after providing myself with a very good weapon, strolled along to the Little Mole to have a look at the Miranda. With my limited capabili- ties for asking my way, I had some little difficulty in finding her among the crowds of shipping, and when I did I can’t say that I thought much of her. She was very small, being under a hundred tons, and her apâ€" pearance did not suggest that the refit she had been undergoing had been very extensive. A couple of swarthy sailors, certainly not Eng- lishmen, were busy furbis-hing up her dingy brass-work, and a stream of smoke from a blach and rather rusty funnel showed being got up. mAfter €€€<¢E€€fi§afi€§€€§€€€€€€ 664% (éfiéééééfiéééfifiéééé6éééééé flan ark Arrow §§B§a§§B§999>EBBBB§DB§§SD38999}§§§§B§§B§§§§§§§BBBB§§§$ called away to visit a dying seamanâ€"poor fellow, I fear he is unrepentantâ€"at the Bay, and shall therefore not be able-to give myself have of putting on his hat previous to off parture. I vanished through the door near llllll up my room. MY. seafarer back to the Molc'in the hope the master of the Miranda had come that the fires ,aboard. The sailors had knocked oil were alight and steam in process of work all, the c‘apaâ€" bows, wherethey l A Tale of the §§§§9§9§B99 £§€té<§i$ Rolling . Wave a €€€€€€€6€€€€€€Q€€§€ bilities of her engine-room were what I was most interested in, and though the boat was anything but the small craft I had expected, there was no- was not thing to fast. By a frequent word “capitano” make one of the show that she repetition I managed in the neighborhood put in an appearance. a byâ€"street in the crowded part the back of the harbor, I was taurant that I had been too one of the small tables. The room was a long 'one,.'with a end forming a sce- street, hour was unoccupied save by the waiters,. and by a couple I OVOI‘ door at the far end entrance andâ€" =at that from another of customers seated together a bottle of wine at a distant table. The pair being separated from'mc by the length of the room, I (lid not on entering pay any attention to them, but after giving my order, and while my of and was hurriedly (leâ€" waiting to be served, I allowed eyes to stray their way. One them had risen, later he had A second into the street, but not before had intercepted a furtive glance cast at the myself, and had recognized in ' fugitive Mr. Matthew Maylield, the long-shore missionary who had pro- cured me passage in the Miranda, and who, according to his own statement, ought to have beeo soothing the last moments of a dy- ing seaman at the further side of the Bay. I attributed his hasty flight and evident desire to avoid me to a not unnatural dislike to have the dis- crepancy mdctected. I cannot say that the sight of him hobnobbing there in a restaurant, so far from his supposed sphere of duty, caused me actual uneasiness, but it certainâ€" Iy made me look at his companion with an interest I should not' otherâ€" wise have felt.- The now solitary oc- cupant of the distant table gsat still, steadily finishing the bottle-of wine, an-d,’" I suppose. Weiyfiél'd’s reason, evinced no cern in me or in my affairs. , He was a heavy, squatâ€"«built man of the bullâ€"dog type, and though he was too far off for me to note more than the outline of his features or to judge of his expression, he gave me the general idea of his being what is known as an "ugly cusâ€" tomer.” Not much was to be learned from his shabby, ill-fitting suit of blue serge, and from the unâ€" brai-ded cheeseâ€"cutter cap on the adjacent chair, except that he was a of not very exalted rank, and I ticked him off as the engineer or mate of a trump steamer. Having outstayed Mr. Matthew Mayiield by some five minutes, he slouched heavâ€" ily through ‘ the further doors and disappeared . By the time I had finished my refreshment and paid the score it was five oâ€"clock, and I made my way that COD- were- lounging in the had been joined am and The Broken Health of School Life Gloss Confinement, over Exertlon at Study and Worry over Examina-- tlens too great a strain for the Nervesâ€"Dr. Ghaae’s News Food. So many school girls and school boys, too, are pale, languid and run ,down in health, subject to weak 'spells and nervous headache, and .victims of sleeplessness, that We no longer realize the folly of- developing ‘the mind at the expense of the body. It is on the mothers and fathers that falls the responsibility of lookâ€" ing after the health of their children, and to them we suggest the wisdom of having the health of their chilâ€" 'dre~n kept at the high water mark by using Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food. . This great food cure is so gentle and natural in action as to be ad- mirably suited to the. requirements of children. The benefits to be deâ€" rived from its use are certain and Ilastin-g, as it goes to form new red lcorpuscles in the blood, and create {new nerve force. ' Mrs. T. Dalzell, 21 Charles street, Kingston, Ont. , states :â€"â€"' ‘My daughth suffered very much with headaches, caused no doubt from overâ€"study and a run down conâ€" dition of the nervous system. These attacks of headache Were very tryâ€" Ing on her and I noticed that she was gradually growing weaker and more nervous. About two months ,ago I got her a x of Dr. Chase’s \Hcrva Food, and' nce she has been using this preparation we are more than pleased with the improvement which has been made in her health. She looks one hundred per cent. betâ€" ter, her nerves are steamer, she is- not bothered with headaches and is gradually increasing in flesh and weight.” ' Mrs. R. Wareh‘amy267 Sherbrooko street, Petcrboro’, ~-Ont., states “One of my children' has suffered a. great deal with nervous headaches, dizziness and sleeplessness, and, in fact, was all run down, pale and languid. These troubles were at- tributed to overâ€"study and confine- ment at school. She began using Dr. Chase’s Nerve Food, and I can say that we have found this treatment exceedingly helpful. It has relieved her of headache, steadied her nerves, and built up her system wonderfully.- We can see a great change in her, as Iâ€" the color is returning to her face, and she is gaining in flesh and weight.” ' ' " Dr. Chase’s Nerve-Food, 56 cents. a. box, 6' boxes for $2.50, at all dealers, or Edmanson, Bates 19 00.. ‘Toronto. To protect you against. imitations, the portrait and signa- ture of Dr. A. W. Chase, the la.- mous receipt-book apthor, an on every box of hisremedies. , of the to sailors understand that I wanted the captain, and be- ing informed by gesture that he was on Shore, I decided to take a walk till he should Turning into at re- minded by the sight of a small rcs- oc- cupied to think of food since breakâ€" fast, and I went in and sat dowu at not havmg - by a third man, also an Italian, and, from his greasy, smoke-begrim- ed clothes, probably the combined engineer and fireman of this curious- ly manned and much-worn “yacht.” On this occasion my appearance at the gangâ€"plank seemed to excite some interest amoog the crew, and almost before I sang out my word of inquiry, “Capitano ?" one of them rose and shouted through a skylight, the others eyeing me strangely the while. The man’s sum- mons met with an answering hail from below, and immediately a head was protruded from the companionâ€" hatch that caused me something of a shock. The reason was this : the head belonged to the roughâ€"andâ€" ‘tumble individual whom I had seen half an hour before in the restaur- ant‘tete-aâ€"tete with Mayfield. "Cap’n Forrester ‘?” he sang out. “Y~s ; I am here by arrangement with Mr. Mayfield,” I replied. He turned arid put his head back into the companionâ€"hatch for two seconds, then came right out on deck and invited me to step aboard. “You won’t find no luxuries on this ’cre steam-yacht,” he added as I crossed the plank, “but she's a devil to go.” ' “You are Captain Dicey, T pose ‘2” I said, as he resolved with a rough handshake. “That’s incâ€"likewise not much to look at. but a. devil to go," was his reply. “You’re prepared to hand over the dibs, ’cording to‘conâ€" tract ?” I put thevsti-pulated amount in his grimy hand, and ,\vas proceeding to assure him that he should have the other twenty pounds on landing, provided I caught the Queen of Night, when he. cut me short with the remark that he made no bloom: ing doubt about hooking the balâ€" ance; it was as good as in his pocket already. “And now, seeing as the cargo’s aboard, there’s nothing to hinder us getting under weigh,” he added. “You just amuse yourself while I do the needful, and when we’re clear of port I’ll Show you your bunk and the saloon.” ‘ Going forward, he shouted to his crew in Italian, and when they were at their posts the mooring rope was cast off and we were soon steaming across the Bay towards the declin- ing sun. Dicey himself steered from the small erection, hardly to be called a bridge, for’ard of the funâ€" nel, and seating myself in the stern I paid critical attention to the steaming capacity of the vessel. The opinion I formed, as soon as we were at “full that the phrase “a good’un to go” as applied to the Miranda wash de- cided misnomer. l-Ier engines were better than might hav’e been expect- ed from her: dilapidated appearance, but she certainly was not fast, and I began to grow anxious as to the result of the attempt to head off my enemies. On other grounds, too, a. feeling of uneasiness stole over me, now that I had time to calmly consider the circumstances under which I found myself on this strange craft. I had not been much smitten with Mr. Matthew Mayfiel-d’s manners and appearance, and it had only been the service he came to render that reâ€" sup- inc conciled me to him. My confidence in him had received a rude shock in his desire to avoid me at the restaurant, and really, new that 1 came to think of it, had his account of himself been correct, there would have been no reason for such avoidâ€" ance. He Would, if everything had been aboveâ€"board, have made some excuse for his change of plans and have come forward to introduce me to Dicey. Again, the Miranda and her crew opened up a wide field of conjecture that was not very reassuring. The vessel might have been used as a yacht at some' early stage in her history, but there was certainly no- thing about her to show that one had been “in commission" lately. She gave me more the impression of a superannu-ated steamer that had been “laying up” for sale, and that she had been hurriedly prepared for sea at short notice. The hands, too, with the exception of the skipper, were all Italians, which, to say the least of it, was an incongruity in an Englishâ€"owned yacht, and was a good deal more in accordance with the theory that the boat had been hired or purchased for a, special purâ€" pose. If so, what was that purpose likely to be ? Was it possible‘that‘ Mayfield and Dicey' were emiss-aries of- Vizard and Zavertal, changed with the duty of luring me into anâ€" other tr,ap '2 These unpleasant reflections were interrupted by the approach of one of their subjects. We were now well clear of the land, and the lights of the port, just beginning to twinkle in the fastâ€"gathering twilight, would be soon left far "behind. Dicey gave the helm to one of the men, and came lurching aft, a figure far more suggestive of'a waterside bully or loafer than of a gentleman’s sailing- master. "Now, Cap’n, maybe you’d like to go below for a bite and a sup," he said. "I’m on board wages, and the steward is on leave, so there’s the steward is on leave. so there’s no table-sloths "nOr finger-gilasses, yow understand.’-’- *- ' ' I- should_._r_ather .think . there~,were no tableâ€"cloths and finger-glas’ses‘in the mouldy, evil-smelling den into which he ushered me, and probably never had been. The cuddy was not more than fifteen feet long, and the narrow, ladderâ€"like stair ran straight I . _'... .. 2.; ‘ “wry-Val...â€" speed ahead, ” was ' All v mothers » Tablets farms in America. dOWn into it. A couple of cabins onf either side blocked all source of day- light except such as filtered through the dusty skylight, and now that night was falling only the bare desolation of the place was visible. Dicey kicked open the door of one of the cabins, which, so far as I could] See, was devoid of all furniture save a bedâ€"place and a bench. ‘-‘-There’s your quarters,” he said. “Hold on while I light the cud-dy lamp, so as you can stow your bag.” There was a certain tremor, not exactly nervous, but rather of eagerness, in his voice that somehow put me on my guard against I knew not what. It was as though he had been working up to a. crisis which was now at hand, and he wished to be through with it. At least that was the way it took me in my susâ€" picious frame of mind, and it had the effect of making me follow him out of the cabin into the cuddy while he lit the lamp. I had already registered an intention to spend the nigh-t on deck. for the narrow cabin. barely five feet across. was much too much of a culâ€"deâ€"sac for a man laboring under my apprehensions to be left alone in, even for a minute. I had got the feeling that I wanted to see all that went on on board the Miranda, and above all to be ready. Dicey’s stumpy, grimeâ€"stained linâ€" gers fumbled with a matchâ€"box, and soon the- swingâ€"lamp over the centre table broke into a‘ brilliant «glow that for the moment daleed me, falling as it did full across my face. Then, while my eyes were still strugâ€" gling with theusudden glare, Dicey fstepped qruickly back from me, and a sternly melodious voice from the darkness of‘ the recess behind mast told me that the crisis had inâ€" deed come. “So, the well-remembered tones, “the next time I promised you has - arrived, you seeâ€"in spite of your clumsy efâ€" forts to postpone it.” And then my eyes, grown accusâ€" toned to the change of light, at last fastened on Vizard standing not eight feet away, his pistol levelled straight at my head, while Dicey flattened. himself against the wall to let the bullet pass. (To Be Continued.) â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"*¢.â€"-â€"â€"a_.â€"_. 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Even every picture and work of art of any considerable value is known to the German genâ€" eral staff; while the study of British topography, the mastery of our ord~ nance maps, the knowledge of the lords, smithies, obstacles, popula- tion, and high roads form the sub- ject of examination by German oiliâ€" cers who are told off to the duty of acquiring full knowledge of the coun- ties of the United Kingdom. The German agents in Britain, who are occupied in surveying the land with a view to contingencies, are generalâ€" ly to be found in couples in the guise of tourists. u+-\.-\__ m m “I hear you frequently. ages across the ocean?” go to Europe quit! Do you enjoy the Voy- "No. Something always comes up to mar my pleasure.” .___._._. .._+._.__. AN EXPLANATION. “The taxidermist has a paying business.” “Yes, the wolf never comes to his door for fear of being caught .and mounted.” ’ __ ~. THE DIFFICULT PART. 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