The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 19, 1899, Page 22

THE SA FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1899. BY NAKED ARABS . ... Copyright, 1599, by Cutliffe Hyne. HE Parakeet had discharged the last of her coal into the lighters alongside, had cast off from the mooring buoys and was steaming out of the baking heat of Suez harbor on her way down toward the 'worse heat of the Red Sea beyond. S A passenger, a young man of eight or nine and twenty, lounged on a campstool under the upper bridge awning and watched the Parakeet's captain as he walked briskly across and across, and presently when the little satlor faced him he nodded as though he had de- clded something that was in his thoughts. Well, sir?” said Captain Kettle. “I wish you wouldn't look so anxious. We've started now, and may as our minds to go through it comfortably. sald Kettle. “I'm thinking out how we are to do this busi- mfort and safety,” and with that he resumed his walk. n Dbeside him had introduced himself when the black workers keet's cargo of coal in baskets from the holds to and Kettle had been rather startled to find that he ter of introduction from the steamboat's owners. The letter him no choice of procedure. It stated with clearness that Hugh ck, s had lald his wishes before them, and that they had to further these wishes (through the agency of their servant, Cap- :n Kettle) in consideration of the payment of £200 sterling. akeet was a cargo tramp, and carried no passenger certificate, of recommendation like this was equivalent to a direct order, ened Mr. Wenlock on to his crew list as “doctor,” and put to nxious mind. a while, watching squalid Suez sink into the sea be- he spoke again afn,” he said, “those South Arablan ports have got & on than they really deserve. The people down there sre a pack of pirates, I'll grant you, but nowadays .ar of the gunboat always handy, and that’s a wonderful tell you, captain, you needn't be frightened; that pirate loded for now and always. 1 hankerings of those South Arabian nig- nd I know what they can do and what they any man living. And I know also what I can do myself knowledge leaves me pretty comfortable. But, if you k me frightened, I'll own that I am. It's the navigation 1t gave me cold shivers the first moment you mentioned it.” it’s no worse than the Red Sea here, anyway.” ed Sea’s bad, but you can get good charts of it and rely on h Arak 15t is no better, and the charts aren’t worth the well make u I here, to wreck the steamer down there. It might be back.” Kettle. ““You're thinking of yourself, and I don’t I'm thinking of myself also. I'm a man that's met with a ‘T woul said ne, sir, and from one thing and another I've beefd regular command. I had the luck to bring in a dere- d pocket a good salvage out of her, and my present master of this steamer, just be- to pile up this steamboat on some and they put me I am not anxious en as you are not to get the steamer wrecked, and if there's e can be kept out of a dangerous area, and you can manage to p where T want in a boat, just you say, and I'll meet you all 1 can t the same time, skipper, if you don’t mind doing a swap you a good deal of help over my matter in return.” ird your business, yet, sir. All you've told he is that you down in this place, Dunkhot, and be taken off again after ayved there four and twenty hours. V't want it talked over beforehand. If the news- yarn and made a lot of fuss about it they might age that I've very much set my heart upon.” ooked puzzled. T don’t seem to quite follow you, sir.” the tale from the beginning. We have plenty of time fou remember the wreck of the Rangoon?” home from East Indian ports, wasn't she, and got on ape Guardafui? Only about ten of her people saved, fire somewhere if I remember.’ at's abi ut right,”” said Wenlock; “it's twenty-five years ago now. Among others lost was a Colonel Anderson and his wife and their child, \Y/ENLocK STARED AT THE GATE WITH ITS DRESSING oF HEAODS - Teresa, aged four, and what made thelr deaths all the more sad was the fact that Anderson’s elder brother died just a week before, and he would have come home to find a peerage and large estate waiting for him.” “T can feel for that mar aid Kettle. I can feel most for the daughter,” said Wenlock. “How do you 1 = “Well, Colonel Ande s dead and his wife's dead, but the daughter 2 te she was very much alive twelve months ago, that's The whole lot of them, with others, got into one of the Rangoon’ and after frizzling about at sea till they were nearly starved, got 1t South Arabian coast, which you say is so rocky and dan- ' 1 swere drowned. All, barring Teresa, that is. She was pulled gerous, out of the water by the local niggers and was brought up by them, and I've absolutely certain information that not a year ago she was living in Dunkhot as quite a big personage in her way.” And my lady' now, if she only knew?” . not that. The title doesn’t descend in the female line. But nderson made a will in her favor after she was born, and the 1, who's got the estates, would have to shell out if she turned + owners in their letter mentioned that you were a solicitor. Then you are employed by his lordship, sir?” Mr. Wenlock laughed. ‘“Not much,” said he, “I'm on my own hook, ‘Why, hang it . captain, you must see that no man of his own free will would be idiot e gh to resurrect a long-forgotten niece just to make himsel 0 a beggar. “I don’t see why not, sir, if he got to know she was allve. Some men have consciences, and even a Lord, I suppose, is a man.” “This present Earl has far too good a time of it to worry about run- ning a conscience. o, I bet he fignts like a thief for the plunder, how- ever clear a case we have to show him. And as he’s the man in possession and has plenty of ready cash for law expenses, the odds are he'll turn out 100 big:to W at through all the courts, and we shall compromise, I'd like that best myself. Cash down has a desirable feel about it.” “It has, sir,” said Kettle, with a reminiscent sigh. “But will the other relatives of the young lady, those that are employing you, I mean, agree to that? “Don’t T tell you, captain, I'm on my own hook? There are no other relatives—or at least none that would take a ha'p’oth of interest in Teresa's getting the estates. I've gone into the thing on sheer spec, and for what I can make out of it, and that, please the Lord, will be the whole lump.” ‘But how? The young lady may give you something in her gratitude, of course, but you can't expect it all.” “I do, though, and I tell you how I'm going to get it. fair Teresa. Simple as tumbling off a house.” Kettle drew himself up stifly and walked to'the other end of the bridge and began ostentatiously to look with a professional eye over his vessel. “I don’t like the idea of those sort of marriages,” said the little sallor acidly. Wenlock shrugged his shoulders good humoredly. ‘Neither do I, and 1 1T were a rich man 1 wouldn’t have dreamed of it. Just think of what the girl probably is; she's been withr those niggers since she was quite a kid. Of course you'll say there’s romance about the thing. But then I don’t tare tuppence about romance, and, anyway, it's beastly uncomforta- ble to live with.” *I was not looking at that point of view.” I shall marry the “Let me tell you how I was fixed,” said Wenlock with a burst of confl- dence. “¥'A 4 small capital. So I qualified as a solicitor and put up a doorplatz and waited for a practice. It didn’t come. When the news of this grl Teresa came I tell you I just jumped at the chance. I don’t want to marry her, of course: there are ten other girls I'd rather have as & wife; but there was no other way out of the difficulty, so I just swallowed my squeamishness for good and always. See “It was Miss Teresa Anderson I was pitving,” sald Kettle, pointedly. “Good Lord, man, why? Isn't it the finest thing in the world for her Tt might be fine to get away from where she is and land home to find a nice property waliting. But I dan’t care to see a woman have a husband forced on her. It would be nobler of you, Mr. Wenlock, to let the young lady get to England and look round her for a while and make her own choice.” “I'm too hard up to be noble,” sald Wenlock dryly. “I've not come here on philanthropy, and marrying that girl is part of my business. Besides, hang it all, man, think of what she is, and think of what I am.” He looked himself up and down with a half humorous smile. “Still,” said Kettle, doggedly, “I don’t like the ided of 1t.” “Fhen let me give you an inducement. I said I was not down here on philanthrophy, and I don’t suppose you are either. If you'll help this mar- riage on in the way I ask I'll give you £50.” “There’s no man living who could do more usefully with £50 if I saw my way to fingering it. I was wondering, sir, if I could earn it honorably. You must give me time to think this out, and I'll try and give you an answer after tea.” Captain Kettle had not seen necessary to mention the fact to Mr. Wen- lock, but while that young man was talking of the Miss Teresa Anderson, who at present was “quite a big personage in her way,” a memory had come to him that he had heard of tie lady befere in somewhat less prosaic terms. All sailormen who have done business on the great sea highway between the west and east during recent years have had the yarn given to them at one time or another, and most of them have regarded it as a gratuitous legend. Kettle was one of these. But he was beglnning to think there was something more in it than a mere sailor's yarn, and he was anxious to see if there was any variance in the telling. So he sent for Murray, his mate, made him sit, and commenced talk of a purely professional nature, Finally he said: *“And since I saw you last the schedule’s changed. We call in at Dunkhot for that passenger, Mr. Wenlock, to do some private business ashore before we go on to our Persian Gulf ports.” Murray repeated the name thoughtfu: “Dunkhot? Let's see, that's on the South Persian coast, about a day’s steam from Aden, and a beast of a place to get at, so I've heard. Oh, and of course that's the place Where that she Sultan, or Queen, or whatever she calls herself, is boss.” “'So there is really a woman of that kind there, is there? I'd heard of her, like everybody else has, but I thought she was only a yarn.” ©, she's there in the flesh, sir, right enough; lots of flesh, according to what I've gathered. A serang on one of the B. and I. boats, who'd been in Dunkhot, told me about her only last year. She makes war, leads her troops, cuts off heads, and does the eastern potentate up to the mark. The serang said she was English, too, though );[) didn’t belleve much in that. One-tenth English would probably be more near the truth. The odds are 8he’ll be Eurasian ,and those snuff and butter colored ladies, when they get among people blacker than themselves, always try to ignore their own lick of the tar brush. The ferang said she was a big buffalo bull of a woman, with a terror of a temper. business, sir, but he'd better make up his mind to square her' first and “That's the funny part of it; she isn't married. These Orientals always Eet husbands early as a general thing, and you'd have thought they'd have married her to some one about the town whether she liked it or not. But :hesye Tx?{ %he)‘l d}dx})flt. because éhe sa:g she’d certainly pofson any man if ier into S Zzenana. uess Vi L i o o ni senens, 2 ere wasn't any man about the place _ Kettle went out then under the awnings of the bridge deck and Wenlock that he would probably. be able to carn his e ot arriage, and Wen! el s;:(uatlon. lock confidently thought that he quite understood “Skipper’s a bit of a Methody.” thought Hugh Wenlock, “bs gets e DauEly misrvied 10 thae HEt16 Bitt he'll be thean Bt e peiger Dunkhot stood on an eminence, snugly walled, and filled with cool square houses. At one side the high minaret of a mosque stood up like a bayonet, and at the other, standing in a ring of garden, was a larger building, Which seemed to call itself palace. The Parakeet lay to, rolling outside iho entrance; fiving a pilot jack and waiting develo ments, oCaptain Kettle might have his disquieting thoughts, still outwardly ho was cool. But Hugh Wenlock was on deck fn the sprucest of his apparel visibly anxious an gety, as befitted a = ed to enter into the bonds of ‘matrimony. i Sy ecdt ouble-en oat came off presently, manned by nak steired by & whan In white Durnous. . SR SWeDE D Alonasge. raught = rope and maae fast, and the man in white introduced himself as a pilot. 1n (h0E Pllot Spoke some English. He could gulde them through the reefs mplete safety, he s: , an e coul e st complete Y, ould guarantee fine openings I don’t know what's Mr. Wenlock’s | Y, =N \\\\ \GET DowN (HiTe THE BoaT, You X YPUR CASE oF R(FLESY ™ “I dare say,” grunted Kettle, 3 b dncecHis g mrgmy e g under his breath, “but you're a heap too 4 ’I;‘hen he turned to Murray. “Now, look here, Mr. Mate, I'll leave you nhc arge. Don’t let any of these niggers come on board on any pretense %e‘rlxllz‘ém'-é mg'ggnghging_y gson (sll(mm Iout to sea. I'll get through Mr. ® uic o (Bwe? . tcflarg?‘ - Ourse]ve&'g as I can, and perhaps pick up a ton ow the pilot clamored that a ladder might be thrown to him, so that he !.nig'ht come on board and take the Parakeet forthwith into the anchor- age; and to him again Kettle turned and temporized. He must go ashore himself first, he said, and see what offer there was of trade, before he took }2%:’-‘,%2‘“" in. To which the pilot, though visibly disappointed, saw fit “Now, sir,” sald Kettle to Wenlock, “Into the boat with time that's wasted the better I shall be nleased.?‘ T T ¥ '‘All right.”” said Wenlock, pointing to a big package on the deck. ‘Just }?ll some of your men to shove that case down into the boat and I'm eady. K;ttt‘}'e’ eyed the bulky box with disfavor. “What's in it?" he asked; “a present? ““Well, if you must know, captain, it's occurred to me that Teresa is ONWILLING MARRY ™ME 20 EM an occupant of somebody’s,harem, and that I shall have to buy er off from her husband. Hence thé case of rifies.” A queer look came over Captain Kettle's face. “And you'd still marry this woman if she had another husband living? “Of course. Haven't I told you that I've thought the whole thing thoroughly over already and am not inclined to stick at trifles?” “Very well,” sald Kettle, ‘“Now let me-tell you, sir, for the last time, that I don’t like what you're going to do. To my mind it's a dirty thing, marrying a woman that you evidently despise. just for her money.” ‘Wenlock flushed. ‘‘Look here,” he said, ‘I refuse to be lectured, espe- cially by you. Aren't you under promise to get £50 from me the moment T'm safely married? And didn’t you fairly jump at the chance of finger- ing it?” Captain Kettle merely smiled grimly and said, “Get down into the boat, you and your case of rifles.” For the moment Wenlock started and hesitated: He seemed to detect something onminous in this order. But then he took a brace on his courage, and after a couple of deckhands had lowered the rifles into the dancing boat he clambered gingerly down after them, and sat himself beside the white-robed man in_the stern sheets. Kettle followed, and the boat headed off for the opening between the reefs. The boat passed between a cluster of ragged shipping, swaying at the anchorage, and Wenlock might have stared with curious eyes (had he been so minded) on real dhows which had even then got real slaves réady for market in their stuffy ‘tween decks. Over the arch of the water gate, for which they were heading, was what at first appeared to be a frieze of small rounded balls. But a nearer yi-~ resolved these into human heads in various stages of desiccation. Wenlou: stared at the gate, with its dressAln%xZ‘s heads, 1l‘:lshthuu h they fa.u}t‘:ma(ed ::!'.1'1“ ““And Teresa will have been orought up within sight of all this,” - lock murmured to hlmsfllg. "méd il be accusftohmed 1t anc‘ylmnr:;?xfg a woman who has spent twenty-four years of her life iz S s Svagersy £ hy ¥ the neighborhoo ey passed In through the gate, the sentries staring at ti % ously, and once inside in the full heat and smell of the Rartow 'Qimmf‘ifé. yond 'Wenlock said: ‘“Look here, skipper, you're resourceful and you know these out-of-the-way places. How had we better start to find the girl?” Kettle glanced coolly round at the grim buildings and the savage Arabs who jostled them and sald with fine sarcasm: “Well, sit, if you'll F'oLLow’E.o BY A INCREASING crowD oF Arams & NEGROES . B9 [ DUREpNE, ' take the tip from me, you'll crgwd back to my steamboat as fast as you can go. Youwll find it h=althier. 7 3 §n going on with it,” said Wenlock, doggedly. “And I ask you to earn your £50 and give me help.” = “Then, if you dgunctly sk me to help you on into trouble like that, of coél;"se tl\: best thlr;g to, dt:fllg t‘g‘yigo‘ sl;’{a gglt_é“n to the palace. “Show the way, then,” s enlock, ¢ Y. > Kettle gave the word to the white-robed pilot and together they set off down the narrow wlndlnf streets, with an ev(‘r—lncreaslng train of Arabs and negroes following in their wake. Wenlock said nothing as he walked, but it was evident from the working of his face that his mind was very full. But Kettle looked about him with open interest, flnd)(hm‘v‘g).(:! in verse about this eastern town came to him with pleasant rf'ar.lml\\ The royal residence was the large building encinctured with ;znrdenls which they had seen from the sea, and they entered with little fflrnvmvl[(_\, There was no trouble either about obtaining an audience. Armed guards to the mumber of some forty men were posted round the walls, and at the further end, apparently belonging to the civil population, wére some dozen other men squatted on the floor. In the center of the room Was a naked wretch in chains, but sentence was hurriedly pronounced on him and he was hustled away as the two Eenglishmen entered, and they found them- selves face to face with the only woman in the room, the supreme ruler of this savage South Arabian coast town. The was seated on a raised divan, propped by cushions, and in front of her was a huge water pipe at which she occasionally took a meditative pull. She was dressed guite in Oriental fashion, In trouser, Zouave ot, Bhsh and all the rest of it, but she was unmistakably English in features, though strongly suggestive of the Boadicea. She was a_large, heavily boned woman, enormously covered with flesh, and she dandled across her Enees that very unfeminine scepter, an English cavalryman's sword, =But the eye neglected these details, and was irresistibly drawn by the strong- ness of her face. Even Kettle was almost awed by it. But Captain Owen Kettle was not a man who could be kept in awe for long. He took off his helmet, marched briskly up toward the divan and bowed. ! “Good afternoon, your ladyship,” he said. “T trust I see you well. I'm Captain Kettle, master of that steamboat now lying in yeur roads, and this is Mr. Wenlock, a passenger of mine, who heard that you were Eng- lish, and has come to put you in the way of some property at home. ‘he lady sat more uptight. *I am English,” she said. “I was called In the Galour faith-Teresa Anderson.” «“That's the name,” said Kettle. ‘““Mr. Wenlock’s come to take you away to step into a nice thing at home.”" 3 T am Emir here. Am I asked to be Emir in your country ?" A «“Why, no,” said Kettle. “That job’s filled already, and we aren't thinking of making & change. Our present Emir in England (who, by the way, is a lady like yourself) seems to suit us yery well.” %I 'do not understand,” sald the woman. *I have not spoken your lan- guage since I was a child. Speak what you say again.”’ “1'I leave it to Mr. Wenlock, your Majesty, if you've no objections, he's the party mostly interested. I see you don’t mind smoke,” he ad h cheroot. anfpte T from the attitude of the guards and the civilians Now, it was clear ¢ present that Kettle was jostling heavily on court etiguette, and at t'!r'-', the lady Emir was very clearly inclined to_resent it, and had sharp orders for his repression ready upon her lips. But she evidently changed her mind. In the meanwhile Mr. Wenlock was stating his case with small P sic eloquence, The sight of Miss Teresa Anderson in the flesh awed him. The woman before him, whose actual age was 28, Jooked 50, and even for a desperate man like himself was impossible as a wife in England. He felt daunted before her already. ¥ ‘But the Lady Emir looked on Wenlock in a very different way to that in which she had regarded Kettle. Mr. ‘Wenlock possessed (as indeed he had himself pointed out on the Parakeet) a fine outward presence, and in fact anywhere he could have been remarked on_as a personable man, The Lady Emir had not remained unmarried all these years through sheer distaste for matrimony. She had been celibate through an unconquerabls pride of blood. Here now stood before her a male of her own race, - gome, upstanding and obviously impressed by her power and majes! Ha would not rule her; he would not even attempt a mastery; she would st be Emir—and a wife. The chance had never occurred to her before; might never occur again. She was quick to make her decision. Ruling potentates are not as other folk with their love affairs, and tha Lady Emir of Dunkhot unconsciously fell in with the rule of her caste. The English speech long disused came to her unhadily, but the purport of what she said was plain. She made proclamation that the Englishman Wenlock should there and then become her husband, and let slaves fetch the mullah to unite them before the sun had dropped below another bar of the windows. She did not ask her future husband’s wishes or his permission. She simply stated her sovereign will, and looked that it should be carried out forthwith. For long enough Wenlock stood wordless in front of the divan, far mors like a criminal than a prospective bridegroom. The lady, with the tube of the water pipe between her lips, puffed smoke and made no further speech. But at last Wenlock, as though wrenching himself inte wakeful- ness out of some horrid dream, turned wildly to Kettle, and in a torrent of ‘words implored for rescue. The little sailor heard him quite unmoved. “You asked my help” he gaid, “in a certain matter, and I've given it, and things have turned o just'as I've guessed they would. You maundered about your dear Tere: on my steamboat till I was nearly sick, and, by James, you've got her now, and_no error about it.” Now the Lady Emir was not listening to all this tirade by any means unmoved. Although she did not understand one word in ten of what was being spoken, she gathered the gist of it. She threw away the snaky stem of the water pipe and gripped both hands on the trooper’s sword till the muscles stood out in high relief. “Do vou say,” she demanded, “you unwilling marry me?"” “Yes,” saild Wenlock, with sullen emphasis. She turned her head and gave curt orders in Arabic. With marvelous readiness, as though it was one of the regular appointments of the place, a couple of the guards trundled a stained wooden block into the middle the floor, another took his station beside it with an ominous ax poised over his shoulders, and, almost before Wenlock knew what was happening he was pinned by a dozen more, pinioned at wrist and ankle, and thrust down to kneel with his neck over the block. “Do you say,” the Lady Emir refifizted. ou unwilling marry me?"" “I'm a British subject,” Wenlock shouted. “I've a foreign office pass- port in my pocket. I'll appeal to my, Government over this “My lad,” said Kettle, “you won’t have time to appeal. The lady isn't being funny She means square biz. If you don’t be sensible and see things in the same way she does it'll be one che—opp, and what happens afterward won't interest you.” “Those spikes,” sald Wenlock faintly. “Above the water gate?”’ sald Kettle. “Queer, but the same thing oc- curred to me, too. You'd feel a bit lonely stuck up there getting sun- as “I'll marry her."” ‘With this Wenlock store, and which he hax different circumstances. spouse back to England. She, t0o. when she graciously pardoned his ‘previous outburst. men- ,tioned her decision on this matter also. I am Emir here.” she said, “and 'Y could not be Emir in vour England without many fights So here I shall stay and you with me.” 3 oured out all the pretty speeches which he had In looked to use to this very woman under such very But he did not even suggest taking his future § The mullah had come in, and they were forthwith married, s G D O o tha riahts Aod bezemanies of the Moneonyy dan church, as 'practiced in the kingdom of Dunkhot. fortably tide to the lady of your choice. I'll trouble you for that fee you “And now, Mr. Wenlock, if you please,” said Kettle, ““as you're com- promised.” el “T'll see you in somewhere hotter than Arabla,” sald the bri mopping his pale face. fisEroom, “Now look,” sald Kettle, 1 don’t want to break up this happy home with domestic unpleasantness Ru; |r1 you don’t hand me over that £50 I shall ask your good lady to get or me."” “’I‘e},mofik suller}hi{handcd mtu ?{l?le. e 5 “Thank you. now you feel injured. If you don’t quite liki g been done you must remember that it's your own fault for ROt Wording the agreement a bit more carefully. And now, as I seem to have got through my business here, if it's agreeable to all parties I'll be going. Good-by, Mrg, Wenlack, madam. Let me call vou by your name for the first tme 5 e Lady Bmir set back her great shoulders. “‘That i v name,” she,sald. *Tam Emir, My name docs not change.” gy name, “Beg pardon,” said Kettle; “he takes yours, does he? Didn! was the custom of this country. Well, Euod afternoon.” on) oo that “But do you, want no presentz" said’the lady. “Thank you,’ said Kettle, with a cock of the head, * from no one. What bit of a 11ving I get, your ladvsnip, e o Disents c“g})_gp not understand. But you are sailor. You have sheep. You wish Captain Kettle snapped his fingers ecstatically. *“Now, ma‘'am, there you've hit it. Cargo’s what I do want. T'll have to tell you that freights are up a good deal fust now, and you'll have to pay for accommodation.” “{_)?o not undprs(‘xiandl » course you dont., vour Majesty. But just principal merchants in the town, saying that \'g):?d tons of their stuff, and that'll do.” ¥ “You wish me writ:? I will write. 1s banquet.” And so it came © Kettle returned to tie and relieved the anxious Murtay from his curlous to know whit had happened ashore. Let me get a gss of Christian beer to wash all their sticky nastiness from my neck and LI'll tell you,” sald Kettle. And he did with fine detail and circumstance. _ ““Well, Wenlocg's got his heiress anyway aid Murray with a sigh, when the tale wis over. “I suppose we may“as well get under way now, ive me a line to the ike me to have a few Now we will wash hands, and thers Sm that some twenty-four hours later Captain 'arakeet, sun scorched. and flushed with success, atch. The mate was naturally “Not much,”/sald Kettle, jubilantly. “Why, man. I've squeezed every * ton of carko-tigr have in the place, and stuck them for freights in a way that would suririse you. They daren’t say no to any rate. Oh, I tell you that Emir wonfn has a wonderful power over them. We'll open a market here and keep & all to ourselves. It'll be as good as a back vard gold mine. The bulk isn't much, of course, but you should see the freigl And mark sald Keitle, hitting the table. ““that or more'll be here waiting for me y time I ¢ome, and no other skipper need appl “H'm,” sgid the mate thoughtfully, “but will Wenlock be as civil and 1imp next tie you call, sir Captain Kittle winked pleasantly and put & £30 note in his lock drawer. ‘“That’s all right. my lad. No fear of Master Wenlock. If you'ts seen the.ged lady, his wife, you'd know why. That's the man that went guntlng 7 heiress, Mr. Murray, and by the holy James he's got her, and 0 error.’ v & b 1S A — e ———————————————————————————— -» “I'm not going to scrap with you here, andjy ' ¥ 4