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vvâ€"_~_ While Olive finished his composition the girl watched in paralyzed anxiety. What did he write? What was in this message that meant more than life and death to her? She sprang up once to demand a sight. then remembered that she could not have understood. All too plainly the message the man- o‘war bird carried could have but one destination: Olive proclaimed his dar- ing: demanded that. his clansmen come to his aid. The brown man Olive was unaware «11 or unmoved by Palmyra s misery As soon as he had launched the bird be pulled down its perch. Then, with dsappointed in his mild appearance andtellshimso. Obeylnghisoom- unnd to glance at the door, she sees a hue, fierce. copper-lined man with a ten-inch knife between his lips, The stowaway, Burke. and the brown man. Olive, go up on deck and tell stories of adventure which are not behaved Palmyra. decides she loves Van. The night the engagement is announced the Rainbow hits a reef. John Thurs- ton rescues both Van and Palmyraâ€" ht Palmyra thinks Van saved her. A sail is. sighted after three days on an island. It is Ponape Burke, the stowaway! Burke abducts Palmyra. Burke .has to put her ashore on an mnd. as a Japanese man-ofâ€"war is dghted and it would be dangerous to have her aboard. Olive swims to the island and joins Palmyra. She is in fear of the brown man. Now read on:â€" From his countenance she could not guess whether he had expected to find a bird on the cross-bar, or Whether he was pleased. Nor were his actions i1- Iuminat 'z‘ Wzih the leisured velocity that wa :‘0 disturbing an attribute, he first cu‘ from a small cane-like growth a sectio‘ the length of a finger. Then he shaved another piece down to a point. She thought he might intend pinning something with it. But he turned to her stores and tore out some thin package paper. This he laid on a box. With the knife he pricked his left forearm so that the blood came. Then. with the blood and the skewer he began to write. presumably to make some sort 01' hieroglyphics. eyes sought to weather and to lee and then her gaze became fixed. For there. on the crossbar where Olive had fastened the fish. sat a large bird. It was the sound of the bird’s alight- ing that Palmyra had sought. The groust was now swaying under the im- yact. the newcomer shooting in and put its neck. in a somewhat serpent- lke concordance. The creature was black. its feet disportionately small.- and the beak. serongly hooked at the end, a good five inches long. The savage now folded his paper small. worked it into the hollow sec- tion of cane. closed the opening with a wad of leaf. He went to the gird. which seemed not to object, and tied the missive under one of its wings. Then he lifted if from the roost and tossed it into the air. Instantly as- sanishing piniczts flashed out, a spread at six or eight feet. ' Burke had sa;d this strange being's purpase was to demonstrate to all. by his courage that. he could live down the efieminate name of Olive. In despoiling Burke of the red-hair- ed goddess. Olive but reached the climax- of: his demonstration. He had outset: the one thing that would most M the white man; was. therefore. the most dangerous to attemptâ€"and the most convincing. fine. of the uprights. he marched to the lee beach and began marking on the tidal sands. The girl watched tragically. Until now there had seemed hardly a choice as to her fate. If she had. with the knife. succeeded in eliminating. Olive. Burke would have returned to possess her. Or if disaster had eliminated Burke. then terrible solitude. with death from thirst. But now. that messenger a mere speck in the sky. the highest thing as n seemed in the world. instinct within BErke was. he was at least better than this savage. A man of her own race. there was always the chance some ap- peal might ceach-thrcugh, _2_L-J 1.:- sleeper. The bird gazet. back at the girl with some defiance of manner, as if it thought she might claim the fish. Then it lumbcred along the pole and seized the victim. which managed a final flop. Could it be that Olive had known he could attract a bird down by baiting such a lighting place? News of the arrival had. in some manner. communicated itself to the At snapping tension Palmyra 5 ed to catch the sound again. PAGE 3 Liam: her perception, marked a semi-circle on his forehead. She was puzzled until she recalled the scar on Burke’s fore- head. Again she nodded. Once more Olive pointed to the scar to indicate that the white man was now the actor. As Burke, he yawned drowsily, lay down and began to snore. The girl took it that Ponape had gone Again. all was inexplicable. With the white brute hot upon the heels of the brown brute. there could be no such waiting as she assumed, while a bird irresponsibly delivered. its sum- mons and rescuing tribesmen came across the sea. Why then. the mes- withthemotionsofonewhoswlms. A sweeping gesture, a grimace, a stamping of the foot upon the sand; and he had said, as plain as words. that here Burke would step within an interval appallingly brief. A Burke. far away and beyond call, might seem the lesser of two evils, but a Burke. rising over the horizon, as fast as a storm, regained all his vile sig- nificance. , This much was plain: here stood Olive and here. within two hours, would stand Burke. And that being so, what about the bird and its mes- sage! to sleep for the night. The islander next got up, pointed to the place he had lain as the white man, and then to six other places in a row, snoring rein- forcingly as he made an inclusive gest- ure. All, she saw, had been asleep. Olive now indicated himself as the actor, by tapping his breast with a square forefinger. Cautiously, peering to this side and that, pausing to look back and listen, he tiptoed away. With a final. furtive glance, he raised him- He had sent that message as a for- lorn hape. Yet he was showing none of the strain which should have gone with so desperate a race. In- deed his very calm frightened her. It was unnatural. He must expect, with a Imiie, to fight for her possession against Burkc. with the deadly re- volvers. and backed by the crew. Fac- ing such terrible odds. no white man could have been so unemotional. indicate the flight of time. Following whichhem'ossedtotheleebeachand stood in the brine. He beckoned to Could it be that he had come here to await. Burke’s arrival and then, almost within Ponape’s grasp. to plunge the knife into her breastâ€"and he himself die? Was there that in his dark be- liefs. traditions. to make such an act exquisitely worth the sacrifice; a sup- reme manifestation. say, of hate for his tyrant; a degradation in this island world eternally to make of the white man a mock? Olive thrust out the square forefin- ger. toward the quarter whence the Pigeon of Noah would descend upon She held her ground. understanding that the enraged pursuit returned to her. Olive stopped. pointed to the sun and then to a spot somewhat further along in the luminary’s course. self, jumped as one going over the ves- sel‘s side into the water, simulated the movements of a swimmer. Palm- yra read that, as soon as Burke and the crew had. turned. in last night; Olive had eluded. the viligance of them on duty. dropped overboard and swum back to her. He went on with his drama. Mak- ing again the sign of the scar, he pretended to. awake. He looked around said “Olive?"; depicted surprise, ang~ er. Drawing his knife ferociously, he kicked the imaginary sleepers into life. bellowed an order. He blew into his cupped sand, which was now sufficient to indicate the sail. performed the evolution of coming about; walked to- ward the girl, blowing into his hand and. brandishing the knife. Next, Olive, grinning 311(3metu at She was clasped tight in a pair of great arms; held close against a naked breast. * * * It was the Beast! “Help! Abducted by Ponape Burke, Uhpe-a-Noa, from wrecked Yacht Rainbow, 4 days’ sail. His man Olive now steels me. Whichever gets meâ€" by a thin, transparent film. The appeal grew with tragic slow- ness. The pin work could not be hur- ried, the condensation of wording ,took Butâ€"what of paper? She paused, confronted by the stonewall of circum- stance. No need to cut her hand as the brown man had done, for bright drops of pirate gore were already available. As she sat, mosquitoes had been swarming around her. While she puzzled, she felt recon- noiteringly for the hostile foliage. It proved to be a stifi‘ sword-like leaf that thrust at her from the shadows. The leaf, she found, was surfaced One sharp struggle and those splen- did muscles had carried them, buffet~ ed and breathless, through a cauldron of cleft in the outer barrier. They came to rest in a shallow of spent surf on the reef between its higher rim and the nearby shore. How many, many miles had they come? She recollecte'd men had tried to swim the English channel. Was the channel twelve or twenty miles across? Something like that But it was cold northern water and the swimmers merely European. Olive must have brought her infinitely farther. The island, plainly. was inhabited. As Olive had written, why could not she? But the savage made plain that he did mean just that. He held out his hand toward her invitingly. He waved herâ€"at once an appeal and a com- mandâ€"into the sea. ,. ‘ .. Palmyra cowered before Olive. His meaning was plain, all too plain. But his purpose? There lay the terror. ' Olive swam briskly forward with her now. Exulting, she discovered that the sound which had mocked her, this time at last, was no cruel decep- tion. It was the trample of surf upon 2‘. reef. At first Palmyra was aware of no- thing beyond the fact that she was once more on land. That was all-sui- ficing. The island, by reason of her hours in the water, seemed to rise and fall giddily as the sea itself. But she could cling to a pandanus and feel For the first time his features offer- ed a readable ' expression. He was perplexed. He fetched his cocoanuts. He sat down before her, indicated that she was the object of the play. He bound two of the dry nuts by their thong of husk to his ankle. - Also others, as he showed,. about his waist. And then, then she understood. The girl stared. For the first time she was utterly at fault. By his in- dications he‘ and she were to swim away together into the thousand miles of ocean. That, however, could not be. He must have some other mean- The girl saw that Olive thus was saying “life preserver”. He meant to make her into a sort of raft. Her agitation diminished. This he- spoke lee, not death. The fanatic, about to drown one, did not provide a float. .With six of the nuts he buoyed her 11:95 and _‘ with four her shoulders. With a length of fibre, he wound her skirt tight round her knees. Then he fastened his knife securely but immed- iately at hind, in the thongs that bound her waist‘ For an interval he left her, lying with upturned face, her eyes closed against the glare. He threw into the sea, so it would drift clear or sink, the food and cask of water, the severed leaves. the opened nuts; everything that spoke of his activity. Then, pausing for a last careful inspection. his glance lighted on the pink silk parasol. He examined it thoughtfully, raised it; offered it, with pleased look, to the tug of the Wind. Olive had a Thus they departed into the thou- sand miles of empty ocean. body and mind collapsed. She dragâ€" ged back to the waiting place, but she was unaware of it. The sand warmed her, the earth rocked her as in a cradle, butâ€"she was asleep. For ages she must have laid in tor- por. Then, suddenly, she awoke with a cry. She was clasped tight in a pair of great arms; held close against a naked breast. No need for her to see that grinning face. It was the beast! Relieved of her apprehension, she began to patch together the incidents of their flight, into a revealing film. When the wind had revived to let Pon- ape Burke beat back to the first island since the white man imprisoned her there?)â€"he found the place abandon-,- ed. He had also found her supplies gone, a thing implying "a boat, and Olive’s forgery of a boat’s imprint on the sand, a counterfeit softened into greater verisimilitude by the placid tide. With the paddle, strong, noiseless, Olive drove the canoe out into the world of waters. in pursuit of Oliveâ€"(could it really be little more than twenty-four hours dos. nose up. snatch that precious mes- sage. her only hope. _ For an interval she hung on, wait- ing. Then, in th unexpected silence, It was inevitable he should think she continued in resistance. He took her firmly, laid her prone, made her grip the framework. She had just been struggling to free herself of the brown man, yet now. when she saw that success would have thrown her at once into the hands of the white, she was aghast. For with Burke present his timid creatures ceased. to offer any chance; it was again with Olive’s clansmen she felt her hope to lie. But there was the leaf letter. She strove to make Olive understand they must go back. She pointed land- ward, gesticulated.. fore Olive could see it. Withinflveorsixyardsthecover Desperately she put all her strength into a lunge. So unexpected this ef- fort to .get free that success was hers. with 5, strangling gasp, into water that rose above her head. . When Palmyra Tree thus flung her- self out of the arms of Olive, the brown man had been carrying her down again into the sea. The strong arms rescued her,- yet she fought desperate- ly. Ashore, she had been slow to trust those half seen figures about the fires. Having trusted, she could not bear to be snatched away before her appeal had been found. The moon was gone in a downpour of rain. Sky and sea and land had lost form, dissolved. And yet in this melt- ing world something had remained solid, for presently the girl received a sharp bump between the shoulders. Twisting, she found an unstable shape that intuition, rather than sight, iden- tified as a canoe. Olive sat her on the canoe, steadied her there, pointed. His hand seemed to fade into nothingness. He raised her own arm so she could feel the dir- ection. No need for Olive to thrust his face close to hers and make the sign of the scar. It was the pursuing Burke. afterwards, when the savage had again 'sunk into stupor, the explanation flash- ed into her mind. She could now re- construct the scene ashore, in part from what Olive had made clear, in part from what her intelligence told her what must have occurred. Ponape Burke, then, had felt that, if they. had not been rescued by some vessel, they must have a canoe. And to make sure they should nOt - get one in the dark hours he had had all the canoes on the island brought together A dentist says that he had an ab- sentminded motorist in his chair the other day. “Will you take gas?” he asked. “Yeah,” replied the absent ~minded patient, “and you’d better look at the oil, too.” Olive, she surmised, had expeCtealy secretly to obtain a canoe from a friend and so sail without destroying Burke’s possible belief in the fictitious ship. But the brown man, to his dis- may, had found this impossible. As daylight must not discover them a- shore, he had no alternative save to take a canoe by force. Jack Frost had fun with our window panes and he painted them treble- ply With solid ice he plugged our drains and the snow grew, six feet high. Oh, those were the days, says the old folks now, “the good old days of yore” ' But I think of the cares we used to know and I’m glad that they are no more. In the good old days. the good old days that our parents talk about, Oh. brother of mine, can you recall, the ashes we carried out? And the jolly times that we used to have after many a zero night When we woke to find that the water pipes were frozen good and tight. Under cover of the rain he had somehow managed to surprise, had bound the guards; and get away with- out an alarm. He had hoped to pre- vent the chase thus made certain, by cutting the rigging of the schooner; but, for some reason, had had to de- sist with little more than an hour or so of delay ensured. One detail of Olive’s pantomime ex- plained perhaps Why Burke had trust- ed the canoes to any guard but his own. He had been drinking heavily. And so it was she responded with a cry when Olive, at last, clicking his tongue in chagrin, pointed astern. No need for her eyes to seek out a tiny something against the sky to know that the Lupe-a-Noa was coming. (Continued next week.) In the good old days which the oldsters mourn and so vainly sigh to see The good old days that they boast about, the days that used to be. The coal was stored in a shed outside and oh, brother, wasn’t it grand To trudge out there through two feet of snow, with a scuttle in either hand. THE GOOD OLD DAYS Sam, impanelled for jury service at a murder trial, had seemed a little too Fashion F ancies The all-black costume, up to this moment the smartest in fashion's hor- izon, is giving way more and more to black with vivid accents. Paris uses touches of vivid red, and very effect- ively, too. was asked. “Yassuhâ€"dat is nossuh, ” he replied. realizing that if he made an afiirma- tive answer he would be debarred “Yassuh,” replied Sam, “leastways ez fair ez de ole scamp deserves: be more feminine. Whether this is so remains to be seen, for the simple, mannish little suit has its admirers. However, judge for yourself the mer- its of the new mode. Here is the “feminized” tailleur. 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