Judge — October 17, 1914 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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“A BOTTLE FLOATING NEAR SHORE ATTRACTED HER ATTENTION” ET’S be friends again, old man! You've won out!"’ Gadby looked the friendship his words im- plied and thrust out his hand. i “All right. I've no grouch,’’ replied Hastings. They shook hands. “Well, will you celebrate our new under- standing by making a short cruise with me?”’ “Impossible! Beatrice and I get the knot tied next week."" Gadby and Hastings had been bitter rivals for the hand of Miss Beatrice Ingram, and they had met by chance at a club in Halifax, where Hastings was spending a few days of quiet be- fore his marriage. Gadby had run into the club to meet an English friend. His seagoing yacht, The Suitor, was in the harbor for the day, and several of his guests were taking in “sights'’ that were an old story to him. Miss Ingram had been favored by a third suitor, but he had been distanced. “Why, I'm going right back to Newport,’’ said Gadby, “and Miss Ingram isn't far away, I suppose.’’ “She's at Bar Harbor. We're to be married there.”” “But why not come with me? I'll let you off at Bar Har- bor. I’ve some jolly good friends aboard. You'll have a good time, and I want to cement a new friendship.”” “Well, I'll do it if you’ll stay in Bar Harbor to attend the wedding.” “It’s a bargain!”’ said Gadby, and they shook hands again. That evening, as The Switor lifted anchor and put out, Hast- ings found on board a jolly party indeed. It included three actresses, more famed for beauty than histrionic achievement, ona holiday between seasons; a young broker who had been forced to sell his own yacht by bad business in the Street; and a young clergyman, the Rev. Percy Pilkington, who was enjoy- ing respite from his more or less serious labors in New York. “What! You here?’ asked Hastings, as he took the rev- erend hand. ; Rivalry by Wireless By J. A, WALDRON ee “‘Why not? Satan is ubiquitous. I am learning some of his ways.’’ The Suitor had an able navigator and | an adept crew. On Gadby’s order she set her nose eastward at speed. She also had wireless apparatus and a skillful operator. High jinks began on board almost at once. The fun was a bit too lively for the Rev. Percy Pilking- ton and wholly to the distaste of Hastings, and they both made excuses to go on deck. Hastings soon found a quiet place and dreamed of the girl at Bar Harbor; but after a while he heard voices. Gadby was talking to the navigator. “*Where to?"’ asked the navigator. “Any port you like on the other side,'’ replied Gadby. Hastings appeared. ‘‘What's that?’’ he asked. “We're going across,’’ said Gadby coolly. “Then you lied to me?’’ cried Hastings. “‘What’s a lie or two in love?’’ replied Gadby, sneering. “I've tricked you. And your engagement at Bar Harbor will go by default. Then it’ll be my turn again.’’ There was a sudden mixup, in which Gadby went down. Two of the crew pounced on Hastings, who was waiting for Gadby to rise. The Rev. Percy Pilkington came up. “Lock him up below!"’ shrieked Gadby to the men, as he rose, wiping blood from his face. “T protest against that!’’ said the clergyman. ‘‘You go too far, Gadby!"’ “If you don’t put about and land me’’—cried Hastings, struggling with the sailors. “You'll land on the other side,’’ cried Gadby, interrupting; “but I'll not lock you up.’’ And Hastings’s protests were un- heeded. At Bar Harbor Miss Beatrice Ingram was trying on her wedding gown, when her friend, Miss Fulton, who had been reading a newspaper, asked the costume women to leave the room. “Why, what is it?’’ asked Miss Ingram, as her friend comicbooks.com