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“I have only to look in the glass for that," retorted Kettle. "Most people’s kicks come to me when I am anywhere within hail. And you’ll kindly observe. Iir, that I’ve nothing but your bare word to go on for Mr. Clare's inno- cence. The French courts and the French people, by your own admitting. took a very different view of the mat- ter. They said with clearness that he did sell those plans of Iortresses to the Germans, and, knowing their way I! looking at such a matter, it only sur- ges me he wasn't guillotined out of d... “It is my daughter who is sure of his [niltlessness in the matter." said Carb logic with a. flush. “And.” he added, ‘1 may say that she is the chief per- Ion who wishes for his escape.” venue vaguely for a. seafaring man rho had got daring and the $111, to “asiivKéttle bo‘VEVed, and fifigered tho finished badge on his cap. He had a Immrous respect for_ the other sag _ vâ€"‘l vâ€"â€" v, one else has committed: and unless he is rescued he will die there horribly. I am appealing to your humanity, cap- tain. Would you see a fellow-country- man wronged ?” “He is unjustly condemned." Carne- gie repeated, as though he were quot- ing from a. lesson. “He is suffering im- prisonment In this pestilential placeâ€"â€" Cayenne, for a. fault which some _,_1-_.. ._ .___ “But what you propose is different; It's out of my line; it’s jail-breaking. no less; with a. spell of seven years in the jug it I don’t succeed, and no kind of credit to wear, or dollars to jingle, if I do carry it through as you wish. And may I ask. sir, why I should in- terest myself in this Mr. Clare? I never heard of him till I came in this room half an hour ago in answer to your ndvertisement." â€"v v â€".,â€"â€" _ “You were told right,” said Kettle. "But those that spoke about me should have added that I'm not a man who'll take a ticket to land myself in an ugly mess unless some one pays my train (are and gives me something to spend at the other end. I'm a. sailor, sir, by trade or profession, whichever you like to name it. and on a. steamboat, when 3 row has been started, I’ll not say but what I've seen it through more than once out of sheer delight in wrestling with an ugly scrape. Yes, sir, that’s the kind of brute I am at sea. 'You’vo struck the wrong man,” said Capt. Kettle. “I’m most kinds of idiot, hut I'm not the sort to go ramming my head against the French government tor the mere sport of the thing." “I was told,” said Carnegie wearily, “that you were a. man that feared nothing on this earth, or I would not have asked you to call upon me." . . v'_AA1- fie Adventures of Captain Kettle You can get These at Cost Price Now IN SASKATCHEWAN nanmsmnn [NEH] SdSKdKflQWflfl [MI (0. limited IRADIRS’ BANK BlLlDlNG, IOROMO BY CUTCLIFFE HYNE m ‘1 an. Kym.) 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Write at once for Full Particulm nuv vv -- ...w v The little sailor coughed again, and reddened slightly under the tan. “I’m afraid, miss,” he said. “I am useless. As I was explaining to your-â€"to Mr. Carnegie, before you came in, the job is a hit outside my weight. You see, when I answered that advertisement, I thought it was something with a steam- boat that was wanted, and for that sort of things, with any kind of crew that signs on. I am fitted, and no man better. But thisâ€"” “0, do not say it is beyond you. Other prisoners have escaped from the French penal settlements. It only re quires a. strong. determined man to a!" range matters from the outside, and the thing is done." Kettle fldgeted with the badge on his cap. “With respect, miss," said be, “what any other man could do, I would not shy at; but the thing you've got here's impossible; and the gentleman will just have to stay where he is and serve out the time he’s earned.” luugcn. L Jug. uuu vv v-._v you for myself. I knew yaxnviveuld be the man to help us in our trouble. I knew it from your lettelf.” _ “But, sir,” the girl broke out pas- sionately, “he has not earned it. He was accused unjustly. He was con- demned as a scapegoat to shield others. They were powerfulâ€"he was without interestLand gill Fiance was shrieking “our ...â€"â€"._- “Capt. Kettle,” she said, “I could not leave you alone with my father any longer. I just had to come in and thank “ " ‘ , -â€"â€"___1.I L- v- Wâ€"vv “Then there’s getting out of French Guiana. and getting back, and steamer fare for the pair of us would come to more than a couple of postage stamps. And then where do I come in? You say I can pocket the balance. But I‘m hanged if I see where the balance is going to be squeezed from. No, sir; a hundred pounds is mere foolishness, and the kindest thing I can do is to go away without further talk. By James, sir, I can say that if you’d given me this precious scheme of your own. there’s a man in this room who would have had a smashed face for his im- pudence; but, as you tell me there’s a lady in the case. I'll say no more." Capt. Kettle stood up, thrust out his chin aggressively, and swung on his cap. Then he took it on? again and coughed with politeness. The door opened, and the girl they had been speaking about came into the room. She stepped quickly across and took his hand. a. man can’t collect much of an army for twenty 5-pun’ notes; and as for bribery, why, it's hardly enough to buy up a deputy customs inspector in the ordinary way of business. let alone a whole squad of Cayenne warders with a big idea of their own value and im- portance. _ - ... AA ,. 1-1___A‘_ “Easily," said Kettle. “I am not the only poor devil of a. skipper who’s out of a job. But £100 is not enough, and that’s the beginning and the end of it. There's two ways of doing this busi- ness, I guess, and one of them’s fight. ing, and the otyer's bribery..Well, sir, As a residence the place In singular- ly undesirable. and it is probable that. until Capt. Owen Kettle scraped for himself a shelter-trench In the middle of the turtle back of sand. the llle had been left,‘ Beyetely alone by man “I know they did," his daughter said; “and I read their letters, and I read Capt. Kettle's and if there is one man who could help us out of all those that answered. he is here now in this room. My heart went out to him at once when I saw his application. I had never heard of him before, but. when I read the few pages he sent, it came to me that I knew him intimately from then onwards, and that he and no other in all the world could do the service which we want Sir," she said. address- ing the little sailor directly, “I learned from that letter that you made poetry, and I felt that the romance of this mat- ter would carry you on where any other man with merely commercial in- stincts would fail." “Then you like poetry, miss?" “I write it," she said, “tor the maga- zines. and sometimes it gets into print." “Would you mind shaking hands with me?" asked Capt. Kettle. “I want to do so," she answered, “it you will let that mean the signing of our contract.” Turn now to another scene. There is a certain turtle-backed isle in the Caribbean sea sufficiently small and naked to be nameless on the charts. The admiralty hydrographers mark it merely by a tiny black dot. The Ameri- can chartmaker has gone further and branded it as “shoal," which seems to hint (and quite incorrectly) that there is water over it at least during spring tides. The patch of land, which is egg- shaped, measures some 180 Yards across its longer diameter, and, al- though no green seas can roll across its face, it is sufllciently low in the water for the spindrift to whip every inch of its surfaCe during even the mildest of gales. On these occasions the wind lifts great layers of sand from on! theroof of the isle, put over the sea spews up more sand against the beaches. and so the bulk of the place remains a constant quantity, al- though the material whereof it is built is not two months the same. “If I can only know you’re at home here, miss, doing that. I can set about this other matter with a cheerful heart. I don’t think the money will be of much good; but you may trust me to get out to French Guiana somehow, even if I have to work my way there before the mast: and I'll collar hold of Mr. Clare for you and deliver him on board a British ship in the best repair which circumstances will permit. You mustn’t expect me to do impossibilities, miss; but I'm working now for a lady who writes poetry for the magazines. and you'll see me go that near to them you'll probably be astonished.” Capt. Kettle held out his fist. "Put it there, miss," said he. “The French government is a lumping big concern, but I've bucked against a government before and come out top side, and, by James, I'll do it again. You stay at home, miss, and write poetry, and get the magazines to print it, instead of those rotten adventure yarns they’re so fond of. and you'll be doing Great Brit- ain a large service. What the people in this country need is nice rural poet- ry to tell them what sunsets are like, and how corn grows, and all that, and not cut-throat stories they might fill out for themselves from the morning newspapers if they only knew the men and the ground. Capt. Owen Kettle’s face wore a. look of pain. He was a man of chivalrous instincts; lt irked him to dlsoblige a lady; but the means they offered him were so terribly insufficient. He did not repeat his refusal aloud, but his face spoke with eloquent sympathy. Kettle turned away, still fingering the tarnished badge on his cap, and stared drearily through the grimy win- dowpanes. A silence filled the room. Carnegie broke it. ' vi‘gétâ€"fi'é; then answered the advertise- ment,” he suggested. fir‘né‘éi’r‘f sank ihtc; one of me shabby chairs despairingly. “If you fail me, sir." she said, “then I havgpo pope.'_' “I am not remembering for a. min- ute, miss,” he explained. “that I am a. fellow with a. wife and children de- pendent on my earnings. I am looking at the matter, as though I might be Mr. Clare's relative, and I have got nothing new to tell you. A hundred pounds will not do it, and that is the end of the matter." :**** “Well." said Carnegie with a heavy sigh, “I will scrape up £120, though that will force us to go hungry. And that is final, captain. if my own neck depended upon it. I could not lay hands on more.” The girl wrung her hands and looked pitifully acrqsis gt her (athgy: dv‘nllinjr Carné‘gie himself was a. faded man of 50. His daughter carried the recent traces of beauty, but anxiety had lined her face, and the pinch of res angustoe had frayed her gown. All went to ad- vertise the truth of what the girl had been saying, and Kettle’s heart warm- ed toward her. He knew right well It did not. They were in a grimy Newcastle lodging, au troisieme. and at one side of the room the flank of a bedstead showed itself in outline against a. curtain. The paper was torn and the carpet was absent, and from the shaft of the stairway came that mingled scent of clothes and fried onion. Waich is native to this type .f the nip of poverty himself. But still, he did not see his way to perform im- possibilities, and he lifted his voice and said so with glum frankness. Ivy- -â€" --, â€"â€"__ -.___ v ‘ “But it must ” she cried. “it must! You think us meanâ€"n2 ggardly. But if is not that; we can raise no more. We are at the end of our funds. Look around at this room; does this look like riches?” -vâ€".â€" ‘v v- _, Capt. Kettle coughed once more. “It was upon a question of money that Mr. Carnegie and I split, miss. I said to him a hundred pounds would not work it, and there's the naked truth." ,LI “A friend!" she repeated. “Has not my father told you? I am his promised wife. Fancy the irony of it. We were to have been married the very day he was condemned. It was my money and my father's which defended him at the trial, and it nearly beggared us. And now I will spend the last penny I can touch to get him free_again.” ‘11-; they shamed him horribly; and then they sent him on to those awful Isles de Salut for life. Yes. for lifeâ€"till use or the diseases of the place should tree him by death. Can you think of any nuns mere mam!" . “Mrféiiré 13 fortunate in having “Ch 8. friend." ushmm. 3nd no it was easy to also suspicion aunt him. They forged great sheaves of evidence: thev drew on :ttentlon from the red thieves: they sham_e_d h1g3 hor‘ribly; ind then Indium IL _.A.. -‘__ Lâ€" “l-- lf. M‘fit‘m man: ones through or tom-asset m gov plan: was by birth, which these fit“ mm: pausing To add to Capt. Kettle’ s tally of dan- gers. the phosphorescence that night was peculiarly vivid; the sea glowed where he breasted it: his wake was lit with streams of silver iire: his whole body stood out like a smolder of name on a cloth of black velvet His pres- ence moved upon the face of the wa- ters as an open advertisement. He was an illuminated target for every ride that chose to sight him. and. far worse. he was a her: belt en to draw an sharkin the Caribou. And sh’si- Warned there. His limbs iii-opt sshewsmyiththem. , And as a consequence the rim of the isle bristled with armed warden, :11 of them marksmen, who shot at any- thing that moved. and who had as lit- tle compunction in dropping a. prisoner as any other sportsman would have in knocking over a partridge. u un-v r-vâ€"vâ€"â€"â€"' _ A fortnight passed byâ€"he had given Clare a fortnight in the message he smuggled into the convict station for him to make certain preparationsâ€"and at the end of that space of time Capt. Kettle rolled his MSS inside an oilskin cover and addressed it to Miss Caro negieâ€"in case of accidents. He put beckets on the top of his cap, slipped his revolver into these, and put the cap on his head: and then. stripping to the buff, he left his form and got up on to the sand, and walked down its milk-warm surface to the water's edge. The ripples rang like a million of the tiniest bells upon the fine shingle, and the stars in the velvet nigh: above were reflected in the water. It was far too still a night for his purposeâ€"far too dangerously clear. He would have preferred rain, or even half a gale of wind. But he had fixed his appoint- ment, and he was not the man to let any detail of added danger make him break a tryst. So he waded down into the lonely sea, and struck out at a steady breast stroke for the isle do Salut, which loomed in low black out- line across the waters before him. A more hazardous business than this .part of the man's expedition it would be hard to conceive. There were no prisoners in the world more jealously guarded than those in the pestilential settlement ahead of him. They were forgers. murderers, or, what the French hate still more, traitors and foreign spies; and once they stepped ashore upon the beach they were there for always. They were all life-sentence men. Until ferocious labor or the bat- terings of the climate sent them to rest below the coil. they were doomed to pain with every breath they drew. -' râ€"-â€" H- , Desperate gaoling like this makes desperate men. and did any of the prisonersâ€"even the most cowardly of themâ€"see the glimmer of 0. chance to escape, he would leap to take it, even though he knew that e certain hall- storm ot lead would pelt glong his 91:11. uvun. By day the sun grilled him, by night the sea mists drenched him to the skin. and at times gales lifted the sur- face from the Caribbean and sent it whistling across the roof of the isle in volleys of stinging Spindrift. Moreover. he was constantly pestered by that lo- cal ailment. chills-and-fever, partly as a result of two or three trifling wounds bestowed by the gendarmerie, and part- ly as payment for residence in the mi- asmatic mangrove swamps; so that, on the whole, life was not very tolerable to him. and he might have been par- doned had he cursed Miss Carnegie for sending him on so troublesome an errand. But he did not do this. He re- membered that she was occupying her self at home in Newcastle with the cre- ation of poetry for the British maga- zines according to their agreement, and he forgot his discomforts in the glow of a Mecenas. It was the first time he had been a bona flde patron of letters, and the pleasure of it intoxicated him. , ,l _J_A_ He had a depot of tinned meats cached by one of his agents up a man- grove creek, and under cover of night he sailed up and got these on board. and built them in tightly under the thwarts of his boat so that they would not shift in the seaway. And finally. navy u----- .â€" again cloaked by friendly darkness, he ran on to the beach of the turtle- backed isle. hid his boat in a. gully of the sand. scooped out a personal resb dence where he would be visible only to God and the seafowl. and sat him- self down to wait for an appointed hour. , A _ vu u._â€"â€"_ - . V A cold-minded person might say that the taking of that boat was an act of glaring piracy; but Kettle told himself that, so far as the French of Cayenne were concerned, he was a “recognized belligerent," and so all the manoeuvres of war were candidly open to him. _He had no more qualms in capturing that Iugsail boat from a superior force than Nelson once had about taking large ships from the French In the bay 0! Abouklr. ' 'Hewm put to making temporary headquarters in g mangrovg swamp, and completing his preparations from there, and. to say the least of it, mat- ters went hardly with him. But at last he got his preliminaries settled, and left his bivouac among the maddening mosquitoes, and the slime and the unity tree roots, and took to the seas again in a lugsail boat, which he an nexed by force of arms from its four original owners: a ‘- __A‘_A (â€"v vâ€"' - .VULII ”spas, an“, u. .â€"v tire penal colony. from the governor down to the meanest convict, into 3 fever of unrest entirely on his el- pecial behalf. -. . ,,_.__ Sumce it to say, then, that he made his way out to French Guiana by way: best known to himself; pervaded Cay- enne under an alias, which the local sandal-maria laid bare; exchanged pis- tol shots with those in authority to avoid arrest; and, in tact. put the on- Fromlse worthf‘xvnzi, both Frenéh and English, who do not wish their male with Kettle to be pupliclydadyqrtisegh To even analogue the little scamp'e “ventures since his parting with Miss Carnegie in that Tyneside lodging, would be to write a. lengthy book; and they are omitted here in toto, because to detail them would of necgsslt}: com- Minimal” near «mu m dive. and nuke. and pm thdr » pointed occupuons. 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It was evident that the man had not seen him; the fellow neither glanced toward the cover nor searched the beach for toot tracks; and yet he But 'a sound revived him and sent full energy into his liAmbsAggaln witpout Med his rifle in the crook of his umready for g, snap_ shot‘ gnq‘flicker- CAUGHT COLD ON THE CPR PATERSON’S fig afghan, nyfi '61! he iith’e'r 1 hurry, or scurry, or splash. He m s ‘ prey to the most abominable arena: he i expended an hour and a. halt aver sn l hour’s swim, and it seemed to him s;- space of years; and when be grounded : on the beach of the isle de Saint hef was almost fainting from the strain of his emotions. and for a while lay on the sand sobbing like a hysterical schoolgirl. | a prelude. From the distance there came to him the noise of shod feet crunching with regulation tread along the shingle. He was lying in the track of a. semtry'e beat. PSYGHINE “Itismr-nd-e-P-rsfl-zuy 0. 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