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SYNOPSIS
(i mT , rTFR i —Fishing, in idle sash-
CHA^J L private dock, Dick Van
S ion, f ™l” hes £ ship, the Pelican, which
Kess • ag the B eacon> his f._
vac" t before his death and
forced him to part with It.
;v a ' n whom he hears a girl who ac
£ mnanies him address as Mr. Blake,
laXtrcm the >acht. The grit]l drop,
her handbag In the stream, and Dick
‘ vprs it. Thanking him, she gives
W her visiting card. She is Alice
* ; irler niece of Stephen Cutler, suc
cessful business rival of the elder Van
&ess.
CHAPTER IT. —Pick overhears a con
versation between Blake and Captain
Brent of the Pelican which gives him
the impression that the yacht is bound
on a voyage of adventure to an Island
the name of which he does not hear.
CHAPTER lll.—Acting on impulse,
pick, footloose and ready for any sort
of adventure, remembers a hiding place
in the main cabin of the yacht and de
termines to conceal himself and sail—
a stowaway —with the party. Stephen
Cutler, Invalid, comes aboard, with his
niece, and the ship sails.
CHAPTER IV.—ln his retreat Dick
overhears conversations between Blake
and Captain Brent which appear to de
note something sinister. Believing the
cabin empty, Dick emerges from hid
ing and encounters Marie. Alice Cut
ler’s French maid. Getting back quick
ly, unrecognized, the girl insists she
has seen a “ghost,” and is ridiculed.
The yacht reaches its apparent destina
tion, an island. Dick swims ashore.
•
CHAPTER V. —On the island next
day Van Xess witnesses an exchange
of mysterious signals which he realizes
are between Blake, at Cutler’s house,
and Captain Brent, on the yacht. He
is present, unseen, while Blake arid
Marie speak in heated terms of things
which add t@ the mystery of the situa
tion. Sleeping in a boathouse near the
dock. Dick is dispovered by Alice. He
admits he was on the yacht, and she
reveals the fact that the servants who
should have been at the house are mys
teriously absent, only her uncle, Ste
phen Cutler, Doctor Alster, Blake and
herself being on the Island. Dick’*
presence is known only to Alice. The
iacht sails, leaviig the party.
NOTICE OF SALE OF LAND
Under and by virtue of a special
proceedings in the Superior Court of
Chatham County, before the. Clerk,
entitled. W. M. Burns, et als, vs Mary
Clark, et al, and the order obtained
therein tlie undersigned commissioner
will, on
MONDAY THE BTH DAY OF FEB
RUARY, 1926,
at 12 o’clock NOON, at the Court
House door in Pittsboro, N. C., sell
to the highest bidder for cash the
following described tract of land:
Beginning at a stake on Haywood
Road M. M. Small’s corner, now R. L.
Tysor’s running west with Vestal and
Hart’s line 185 poles to a pine, Jor
dan Tysor’s corner; thence S. 60 poles
to a Spanish Oak, Airis Bunn’s cor
ner; thence N. 86 poles to a dogwood
corner, Alvis Burn’s corner; thence
South with a valley with a drain 80
poles co a stake on the ditch, M. M.
Small's line; tnence eastwardly with
his line 95 poles to a pine M. M.
Small’s corner; thence north with
his line 128 poles to the beginning
containing 122 acres, more or less.
This 4th day of January, 1926.
J. A. McLEOD,
U9UOISSIUIUIO3
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dently had received hlu signul tram
Mi*. Blake, and was leaving with th*
yacht for Marsh inlet, there to wail
for further orders by wireless.
“I wonder what it all means,” Dicl*
mused. “I suppose I ought to arouse
old man Cutler, and tell him—”
He was suddenly cut short by two
shadows moving across the moonlit
way in his direction. He had barely
time to duck behind a clump of bushes
before they were upon him. Dick
caught sight of a man and womhn,
but their identity w r as uncertain until
they began to talk.
“I tell you, Marie,” Mr. Blake was
saying, a little irritably, “you must
be careful or you’ll spoil the whole
plan for us. If you (appear too familiar
with me, Miss Alice will take notice.
It was risky for you to call me out.
Suppose she’d caught you at my
door?”
hat difference does it make if
she did!” was the quick retort. “You
love me, don’t you? Then what else
matters? Miss Cutler has her levers.
I don’t see why I can’t have mine,
too.” , f
“Don’t talk that way, Marie,” in
terrupted Blake harshly. “We can’t
be ordinary lovers —not here!”
“Why not? We were, in the city. ,
Why is it different down here? Isn’t
the moonlight beautiful?”
“Yes,” replied Blake moodily. “It’s
a good night for sailing. Captain Brent
will be out of sight long before morn
ing.”
“Where is he going? —not back
home?”
“No, he’ll hang around until I want
him—out of sight, of course. I’ll In
struct him by He stopped
suddenly, and asked: “How does Miss
Alice take it? She doesn’t suspect
anything, of course, does she?”
“No. Why should she? But in the
morning”—shrugging her shoulders —
“it may be different She was furious
when she found the servants weren’t
here.”
“Os course. I expected that, but
;he’ll blame me, and not you. That’s
why I’m sending the yacht back—to
get the servants —taking the responsi
bility upon myself, you see. Mr. Cut
ler may rave and tear around, but he’ll
quiet down. How’s the medicine work
ing? Did Alster say?”
“No, he doesn’t tell me much. ]
don’t know. But Miss Alice is worried
about her uncle —more than about the
servants.”
“Too bad —for her sake.”
There was genuine sympathy in the
voice, and Marie turned quickly and
glanced at him.
“Why should you be sorry for her?’
she asked, with awakening jealousy.
“Why!—Oh, no reason whatever,”
Blake stammered. Then halting ab
ruptly, he added, “we must go back
now. You’re lucky if you can reach
your room without disturbing Miss
Alice.” ' - •
“Why go in?” Marie murmured. “The
moon is beautiful.” <
“Yes, but it’s getting late. Come
now, you must leave. I’ll see you to
the door. No, we’ll say good night
here.” . *.
It was a perfunctory kiss he gave
her, but it awakened slumbering emo
tions In the girl. She flung both arms
around his neck, and drawing his head
down lavished kiss after kiss on his
lips, cheeks and forehead.
“You’re my man,” she said emotion
ally. “You love me, and I love you. If
you ever love any other woman Pd
die. No, I’d kill her —kill you! I’m
that kind, Allan. You understand?”
“Don’t make a scene, Marie,” re
plied Blake, trying awkwardly to dis
engage the arms around his neck. “This
Is no time for such talk. Os course
we love each other.”
“Are you sure —quite sure?” she de
manded unexpectedly, looking him in
the eyes.
“What a question!” he said rebuk
ingly. “Why do you ask it?”
“Because,” she replied slowly,
"sometimes I think you—you care for
Miss Alice —and if you had the money
you would rather have her than me.”
“The moonlight must have affected
your brain, Marie,” he laughed* un
easily. “I can’t imagine what else put
a notion in your head. I have to
be pleasant and companionable to Miss
Alice. I owe it to her because of my
.position with- her uncle.'- That’s all
there is to it.”
Either satisfied by this explanation
or unwilling to pursue the subject
further, Marie nodded, and they re
traced their steps, to the front door of
the gloomy house. Dick waited until
they had disappeared, and then drew
a long breath of surprise.
, “Things are getting as muggy, and
thick as the weather,’* ~ he* reflected
alopd, “and that’s saying a good deal,
for there’ll be a storm before morn
ing.”
This prediction proved true, and
within half an hour the rain fell. Dick
hurried down to the dock and found
shelter in a boathouse filled with ca
noes and catamarans. In one of the
former he curled up and fell asleep.
It was morning when he woke. The
sun was shining directly in his eyes,
pouring through an open doorway in
which stood a figure that he did not
instantly recognize. It was apparent
from her eyes and face that she had
seen him first, and had been dubiously
watching him as he slept.
“Hello!” he said, sitting up with a
grin and blinking at the strong rays of
sunlight. “You got the surprise on me.
I was out late last night. What time
is it?” . .
“It’s early ” was the calm reply, “so
you needn’t *apologlze. The sun’s just
up.”
“You rise with it?” he added, retfpfe
njjzing th,e speaker for the first time.
dressed in an athletic outing nuiVWien 1
ner hair confined in a jaunty cap.
“Yes,” she replied, “I generally rise
with the ST-.n when down here, aisd
take a paddle before breakfast.”
Dick intercepted her glance, ami
smiled. “And Tm in your canoe.” he
said. “It’s the one you wanted, isn't
kt?”
"Yes,” she replied gravely when he ■
attempted to climb out. “But never j
mind. I don’t think I’ll take a paddle j
this morning.”
“I hope finding me here isn’t going
to spoil your morning’s sport. I’ll leave
right away.”
She sat down on an overturned row
boat, placing her feet squarely on the
fioor of the boathouse to give her body
support, and in this attitude she re
mained silent for a few moments while
Dick got to his feet and prepared to
leave.
“Wait, please!” she commanded.
“You’re the fisherman who rescued my
hag from the river three days ago,
aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Cutler,” he grinned, fish
ing in his pocket for her card; “and
here’s the reward you handed me.”
She glanced indifferently at it, but a
tiny frown creased her forehead. “Did
you come as one of the crew?” she
asked suddenly, and, as Dick thought,
hopefully. “I can’t imagine how else
i you got here.”
“No,” he answered frankly, “I smug
gled myself aboard the yacht and came
as a stowaway.”
“Why?”
Dick shrugged his shoulders. A slow
flush came into her cheeks. When he
When He Did Not Answer She Arose
From the Upturned Boat.
did not answer, she rose from the up
turned boat. “I won’t question you
further,” she added a little stiffly,
“but now that you’re on the island
I*ll see that you’re properly fed and
housed. I’ll see Mr. Blake and tell
him —”
Dick cut in with a laugh. “If you
don’t mind,” he said, “I’d rather he
didn’t know I was here. As for feed
ing and housing me, I won’t put you to
that trouble. I brought enough food
along to last several more days, and
I can sleep anywhere outdoors in this
climate.”
She was quiet again, watching him
closely.”
“That’s all,” he added, uneasy under
her scrutiny. “I’ll go new.”
“Where will you go?”
“Oh, anywhere. I want to explore
the island.”
“Suppose,” she began meaningly, “I
forbade that.”
“Why?” he asked in genuine sur
prise.
She did not answer for some time,
but studied him from head to foot with
slow, appraising eyes. Dick grew rest
less, and moved toward the door again.
“I suppose you know,” she began
quietly, “that we’re practically alone
on this island —that is, uncle, Doctor
Alster, Mr. Blake and my maid. The
servants aren’t here. It’s a little mys
terious to me. I don’t understand it.
They were supposed to have been here
a week ago to haye everything in
readiness for us.”
“If they were here how’d they get
away?” Dick asked. “They couldn’t
go on strike and just walk off tlie
island.”
“No, and they had no boat —noth-
ing but these canoes and rowboats,
and they’re all here.”
“Queer !” mused Diek, his mind busy
with the machinations of Mr. Blake
and Captain Brent. “I Can’t account
for it.”
“You don't know anything about it,
then?”
Dick turned a startled pair of eyes
at his fair questioner, the blood
mantling his cheeks at the expression
In her face. She suspected him of be
ing involved in some way with the \
mysterious disappearance of the serv
ants.
“I see,” he drawled affectedly, to
conceal his anger, “you believe I’m
mixed up in some plot to deprive you
or the services of your employees, and
fearing that I’ve hidden them some
where on the island you don’t want me
to get out of your sight.”
He hesitated a second, and then
added defiantly: “Suppose I am!
What would you do—attempt to hold
c?.e a prisoner?”
Again she refused to give him a
direct answer, but after a pause coun
tered with another question:
“Did you know the yacht left unex-
and very mysteriously in the
“Yes, I saw it go,” he replied, smil
ing. “At least I saw her light meving
*and I took it for
granted it was leaving. When will it
return?”
jnns CHATHAM nscosi)
“Perhaps you can answer tiist ques
tion/* she replied, “better than L
When will it return?”
Dick turned his back to her. All de
sire to confide in her, and tell'her the
I conversations he had overheard be
i tween Mr. Blake and Captain Brent,
j vanished. Her attitude of suspicion
piqued and angered him.
, “Ask Mr. Blake,” he said, turning
in the doorway. Then smiling mock
ingly, he added, “I’m going now; but
I’ll be somewhere on the island. With
the yacht gone even I can’t get off.”
CHAPTER VI
Walking unchallenged from the boat
house, leaving Alice Cutler white and
quiet behind, Dick made a complete
tour of the island before any of the
others were up.
It was a larger island than he had
been led to think. In all it comprised
at least several hundred acres, half of
it low and flat, and the rest rough and
rocky, with the south side ending in
a precipitous bluff. The rambling
house was built on the highest point,
commanding an unobstructed view ol
the ocean in all directions.
The west side was somewhat shel
tered, and a dock had been constructed
Inside an artificial stone breakwater,
that formed a safe basin for boats.
It was in this basin khat the Pelican
had landed its passengers the night
before.
In the early morning glow, the Island
was a shimmering jewel of rare beauty
rising abruptly from the sea, half trop
ical and half temperate’ in Its climate
and vegetation. The air was neither
sultry nor chilly, but of just the right
temperature to soothe jangled nerves
without enervating the owner.
Part of the flat side was under culti
vation, showing considerable expendi
ture of time and labor in* advanced ag- >
riculture. Gardens of fruits and vege
tables bloomed in the warm sunlight;
trees bearing flowers and buds of fu
ture crops—tulips, oranges and lemons
along with cypresses and oaks —were \
planted in orderly array along the
slope of the hills and on the lower
levels; buildings and runs for poultry,
game inclosures, pens sheep and
cows, and low, rambilii ■' ns and
sheds took up con r ‘ Urable space on
the west and south
But the north iukl which re
ceived the brum . .ue storms (and
pounding seas, were left almost un
touched by civilizing hands. Here was
a touch of primitive cature —wild,
rugged and untamed. The gray walls
of rocks beat back the wildest surges
of the sea, and the gnarled, twisted
trees that grew on their sides and
tops were mute testimony to their
long defiance of ,wind and waves.
Dick found this side of the island
more to his taste. It was possible
for one to seek shelter from the
storms at any time in the caves, fis
sures and depressions between the
rocks, and in an emergency one could
find a ?pare living there. Sea birds
had their rookeries in sheltered
places, screeching and squawking in
termittently the day long, and in the
pools below, left there by the receding
tide, whole schools of fish and crusta
ceans were caught.
Co rifcirmed next week!
EGYPTIAN MURDER MYSTERY
(From the St. Louis Post-Despatch.)
Sensational charges are expected
to follow a probe which is now being
made into the death of Pharaoh Tut
ankh-Amen, 18 years old, who lived
at 23 Pyramid Drive, one of the most
exclusive residential districts of
Egypt. The young man’s body, it is
recalled, was found some time ago in
a public garage, buried under a pile
of old chariots, fig cases, wine jars
and a lot of other junk.
A big date and fig man named
Horemheb is being mentioned at head
quarters as the possible murderer.
A post-mortem is now being conduct
ed to determine whether Tut, as he
was commonly called in the cabarets
of Cairo, died of tuberculosis or
poison.
Tut and Horemheb are said to have
quarreled over that red-hot mamma,
the Queen of Sheba,* whose dancing of
the Charleston has been the rage of
Alexandria. Miss Cleopatra Ptolemy,
now being sued by Calpurnia for
alienation o£ .affections, when inter
viewed today, said: “I don’t know a
thing about this case. I was in
Rome,” she blushingly admitted.
The Sphinx, as usual, had nothing to
say.
' There is widespread astonishment j
over the recent developments in the :
Tut case, which everyone thought j
was buried forever, but, as Isis mut- j
tered to Osiris, “Murder will out.”- ;
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signed on or before January 15, 1927 j
or this notice will be pleaded in bar ;
of their recovery. Those owing the ;
estate will please make immediate ;
payment. i
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Administrator.
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