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[' •'YouTl never get to Apia, dartin',
you nor ’im. Especially you, wot'll
jsave me the blinkin’ trouble of look
in’ fer a gal.” He yanked her dose
|md kissed her—acli, that filthy
jnouth!—hopped with pain at the vic
ious impact of a sharply pointed shoe
and yelled out further orders in the
lingo. Brown hands ran through
Tony’s pockets. Another heave, an
other settling, another breathless
path, the booming of the sea.
1 “Nothing? All right, then, take a
dose of my legal medicin’ and ’ave a
jolly time.” He put his hand on the
{writhing Chrissie —God, how blue
Ithem eyes were, Wot a fine little bit
{she was—stowed under his massive
.arm, went to the door of his room
Jfor culprits and flung ft open wide.
“All together, boy*,” .he said, proud
of his ingenuity inside, and stood
■batik with a grin.
fer
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if flfllr©*.
They fell together—one insensible,
| the other in utter weakness and col
lapse.
“You dirty dog!” cried Tony, fight
ing like the very devil. By Jove,
these men of his were fit!—But it
(was no use. They pinned his arms
jo his sides, twisted their sinewy legs
hound his leg?, worked him jerk by
Jerk to the roo mand fell in in a
slithering brown cluster.
Whereupon Quex slammed the
door and with a yell of pain dropped
Chrissie. She had bitten one of his
fingers to the bone.
Rushing to the door and out into
the sunlight, she cried, “Help, Help,"
Imtil her voice broke like a crushed
bamboo and trailed away. “Oh, God,
oh, God, help Tony, my Tony, in his
trouble. Oh, please, please.”
1 No shrieks, like those of the pre
vious night, came from that closet of
torture, but a deep groan, and a long
intake of breath through clenched
teeth, again and yet again.
{ “That’s the stuff that makes ’em
(x a nice soft mood. Go on, mer
,rawny boys. I’ll give yer the tip
Lo stop.”
“Stop,” cried Chrissie. “Stop. He
hasn’t got the paper.” t
■ “Oh. wot a naxighty little liar, wiv
them blue eyes too.”
“I teil you he hasn’t got it. I have.
/ have.”
“’Ere, wot d’ yer take me for?
Give a tiling like that to a Winkin’
woman? ’E ain’t sich a silly ass as
that.”
Again those groans, and again. An
oath, and a scuttle of feet. The
booming of the sea.
Chrissie flung herself on the floor
with her arms round Quex’s knees.
'“Have mercy and I’ll give you the
Ipaper. I’ll give you anything. I’ll
Igive yt>u myself.”
1 “Oh, the lovsy-dovsy. Oh, dear
me, wot a wheedler! I’ll take yer
when I want ver, darlin’. Bet yer
(life on that.”
She couldn't stand it! It was aw
ful. Tony, her beautiful Tony, be
ing broken on the wheel. . . . She
threw herself at the door, hammered
,and hammered; ran about the room,
(distraught, agonising; seized the
'whip with the loaded handle and
tried to use it, and was pitched
against the sofa, where she lay.
And all in frpnt of the cottage
ther# were heads—thore and more
heads; pdd cries artd growing mur
murs, the patter of running feet like
heavy rain, the booming of the sea.
“Shove ’im art,” cried Quex.
“That’s enough for this time. ’E’s
agoitt’ ter be a good young feller
nar-” f
It Was Chrissie’s scream that refit
the sunshine as Tony, the immacu
late Tony, was helpei out of that
mimeyal room. His face was grey,,
tils forehead Beaded with globules of
pain. Hit effithes were tom and. dis
hevelled, his left arm hung limp,
broken at the Shoulder. He swayed
and tottered on his trembling legs.
But he turned towards Chrissie and
tried to cheer her-With his winning
i (smile. (’Didn’t I say he was a
• bloomin’ gent?) .
i ! “Ah, that’s the way," said Quex.
"*E’s blinkin’ well enjoyed ’isself. I
| «atd ’« would.”
“Ycm*re —you’re a very—charming
person,” gasped Tony, edging to the
blinkin’ error. Come, I like
yer mood. Ten me where ter find
1 (pier paper, and me and fixer missus’ll
tfifk yfir up In .bed, make, yer cosy
sntfia tot o’ whMty anditwlrte yer
Jflre ’arpfa^wigek^
0 £ fcAjmd first, add With his
his arms up, brought down the load
cd cud upon his bullet head, w*ih a
most magnificent crash.
They fell together—the one insen
sible, the other in utter weakness and
collapse. _ 1
And before Chrissie could stir a
finger, fixe six paid slaves of a brutal
master lifted Tony to the sofa, sig--
nailed to their fellow natives behind
the wall of the garden, and fell upon'
the prostrate form of the man they
so bitterly hated with loud and joy.y
ful cries.
In ar instant the room was
filled with dark-brown bodies that
swarmed upon the despot like birds
of prey,—plucking, rending, tearing,
and drowning the boom of the sea
with long-drawn yells of bliss |
VIII
Chrissie was • sitting by she bed,!
holding Tony’s quivering hand. The]
doctor from Apia had made him l
comfortable and he was sleeping onj
his back.
The gate clicked agaifi for the*
twentieth time that day. T’nc chant-,
ing in the village never ceased. Some
one wearing shoes entered the sitting,
room on tiptoe and opened the bed-;
room door. It was Pollock, gleam-'
ing with perspiration, a martyr to
mosquito bites. He raised his long
forefinger and whispered, “Can you
come ?”
Chrissie nodded, placed Tony’s un
broken arm on the bed with the ut
most tenderness, bent over his flaccid
body for a moment in love and ad
miration, crept into the sitting rooraj
and closed the bedroom door.
“My dear,” said Mortimer Pollock
to the tiny, devoted girl. “You look
as though you’d been through an'
earthquake.”
“It doesnt’ matter. Nothing mat-j
ters,” she answered. “Tony’s alive.’',
“It’s difficult to understand why!
He must have the constitution of an
ox. May I smoke?”
Chrissie’s gesture of permission
was not only eloquent hut humorous.;
To be asked such a civilised question:
after such a day—in that place
He led her to the wicker sofa and
sat with a sigh of relief. He could
have grumbled about the heat. He
dared not trust himself to speak
about the insects. All the same, he
had put in a most unusual and excit
ing day, the incidents of which he
would have held up to the most
, scathing ridicule if he had read of
•them in one of the current books.
“Well, I took the doctor hack to
Apia in the launch. A competent
man. He will be here again tomor
row and onwards. He told me to
say that he will have Tony on hit
legs by the end of the month. H«
understood the excellence of your
nursing abilities and nerve, when I
informed him of the way in which
you came by them. He will have a
far more difficult job with Quex
though, whom we took 'to the hos
pital in the most appalling mess.”
As Chrissie put a hand over her
eyes, the celebrations in the village
continued with undimned enthusi
asm. It seemed to have been taken
for granted that the tyrant’s reign
was over.
“Um,” said Pollock. "If Evan*
and I hadn't come upon those ghast
ly rejoicings at that very minute,
your friend Quex would have been
taken into the village like a picture
puzzle. He was almost in pieces as
it was. There would have been a
memento in every adobe on the isl
and. From your vivid description of
the affair and that man’s methods, l
can’t help, feeling sorry that we ar
rived in time. It was a pity to pre
vent these simple people from in
dulging in their very natural ven
geance.”
“Will he die?” asked Chrissie, who
would have confessed to a similai
sorrow if any one had asked her.
“Probably not,” said Pollock.
“Have you never noticed that those
who are dear to the world fall ou(
iiefore their allotted time, while the
had men in every walk of life, espe
cially politics, go on in the very besl
of health to a ripe old age? I don’t
suppose that I shall ever have thij
doubtful pleasure of seeing Quexj
because the Captain has decided to
start on the return journey at thq
end of next week. It appears that
the thoughtful Sherwod had left the}
necessary money in the. purser’s ■
hands. But you will see him again,
I have no,doubt. As soon as his
various limbs have been reattached
to his extremely unpleasant trunk)
lie’ll come back to the island, to de
mand the sight of the deeds."
“Yes, hut by that time,” said
Chrissie, “we shall have lodged them
with the Consul and the island will
be ours.”
‘You think so?”
‘Yes, of course. Why not?”
Forgetting that he was so fad
away from 1922, Pollock looked
about for an aSh tray, and not find
ing such a thing, imitated the code!
of manners of the younger genera
tion with an easy flick. “Well,” hq
said, “I don't know Why, bfif certain
sentences in Old Lord Stirling's let 4
ter flashed into toy mind just now;
And, do you know, it occurred to me
that having had his leg pulled sq
often by Tony in the past, he mighf
have retaliated by inventing those
deeds byway of a most sardonic
posthumous gibe.” 1.
Chrissie was too amazed to speak.
She already had been through so
much harrowing that day that this
new suggestioh of dire misfortune
took her breath away. t
“I never -mto Lord Stirling, but
I’ve known a hoit of hb telloV
countrymen—Fleet Street reeks or
Harris tweed—and I can’t forget that
Futrritfrarsiig
sting.”
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StatesvtKe’s Grand OM Mafi.
Stqnly Newa-Herald.
While in Statesville the other day
we met one of the most remarkable
men we have ever known. He was
Captain TV. H. H. Gregory, of that
city. Shortly after we had been in
troduced to him. some one asked him
. ‘‘Captain, how old are you?” “Only
SO,” came back the Xprompt answer.
Frankly, we were staggered, for the
captain did not look to be over 05. if
that. Onr interest'was at once kindled
and so we fired many question at our
new “young friend.” He can near as
well as a young man. his eye-sight is
undimmed, his step is fairly quick
and sure, he appears as much inter
ested in what is going on over the
state and the country ns any young
or middle aged man. In other words,
he is remarkable in every way.
Captain Gregory is a native of Vir
ginia. but has lived in this state for
/ many years. He is a Confederate vet
eran and talks interestingly of the
great war between the states. Cap
taiu Gregory is a gentleman of the
old school, a typical southern gentle
, man. "You have the finest man in
, the world living at Albemarle,” said
I Captain Gregory. "He is Mr. John
j 3. Efird.”
j "Some years ago." he went on. ”1
j had some business dealings with Mr.
1 Efird and had occasion to be in Albe
! marie. And while there. 1 must say
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