Judge — October 9, 1920 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Drown by Pace Renty “Excixe: Noises.” s best you could, you constructed a raft, and with such haste as you might you placed on it such few things Exactly,” he said,—“a chronometer, a sextant——” “I know,” I continued, “two quadrants, a bucket of water, and a lightning rod. You picked up Clara floating in the sea?” “I did,” Croyden said, “she was unconscious when I got her, but by rubbing~ “Croyden,” I said, raising the shovel again, “cut that out.”’ “I'm sorry,” he said. “It's all right. But you needn't go on. I see all the rest of your adventures plainly enough.” “Well, I'm done with it all, anyway,” said Croyden gloomily. “You can do what you like. As for me, I’ve got a decent suit back there at our camp, and I’ve got it dried and pressed.” He rose wearil ‘dith standing beside him. “What's more, Borus,” he said, “I'll tell you something. This 1” sland is not uninhabited at all. ‘ot uninhabited!” exclaimed Clara and Edith together. I saw each of them give a rapid look at her goat-skin suit. “Nonsense, Croyden,” I sa this island is one of the West Indian ke On such a key as this the pirates used to land. Here they careened their ships——” “Did what to them?” asked Croyden. ‘eened them all over from one end to the other,” I said. “Here they got water and buried trea- sure; but beyond that the island was, and remained, only the home of the wild gull and the sea mews: All right,” said Croyden, ‘only it doesn’t happen to be that kind of key. It’s a West Indian island all right, but there’s a summer hotel on the other end of it, two miles away.” “A summer hotel!” we exclaimed. “Yes, ahotel. I suspected it all along. I picked up a tennis racket on the beach the first day; and after that I walked over the ridge and through the jungle and I could see the roof of the hotel. Only,’ he added, rather shamefacedly, “ I didn’t want to tell her.” “Oh, you coward,” cried Clara. “I could slap you.” “Don’t you dare,” said Edith. “I’m sure you knew it as well as he did. And Have. a $200,000 anyway I was certain of it myself. I f Drawn by T. S. Tovasy siue DOLLAR-A-WEEK KIDS TO RU picked up a copy of last week’s paper in a lunch basket on the beach, and hid it from Mr.Borus. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.” ) At that moment Croyden pointed with a cry to- / wards the sea. “Look,” he said, “for Heaven’s sake, look!” Less than a quarter of a mile we could sce a large white motor launch coming round the corner. The deck was gay with awnings and bright dresses and parasols. “Great Heaven launch. It’s the Aj -Jones’s. 2, “The Appin-Jone cried Clara. “Why, we know them, too. Don’t you remember, Harold, the Sunday we spent with them on the Hudson?” Instinctively we had all jumped behind the rocks. Py “Whatever shall we do?” I exclaimed. me “We must get our things,” said Edith Croyden. “Jack, if your suit is ready, run and get it and stop the launch. Mrs. Borus and Mr. Borus and I can get our things straightened up while you keep them talking. My suit is nearly ready anyway; I thought some one might come. Mr. Borus, would you mind running and fetching my things, they’re ina parcel together, and perhaps if you have a looking-glass and some pins, Mrs. Borus, I could come over and dress with you.” said Croyden, “I know that That same evening we found ourselves all comfortably gathered on the piazza of the Hotel Christopher Columbus. Appin-Jones insisted on making himself our host and the story of our adventures was related again and again to an ad- miring audience, with the accompaniment of cigars and iced champagne. Only one detail was suppressed, by common instinct. Both Clara and I felt that it would only raise need- less comment to explain that Mr. and Mrs. Croyden had oc- cupied separate encampments. Nor is it necessary to relate our safe and easy return to New York. Both Clara and I found Mr. and Mrs. Croyden delightful traveling companions, though perhaps we were not sorry when the moment came to say good-bye. he word ‘good-bye,’” I remarked to Clara, as we drove away, “is always a painful one. Oddly enough when I was hunting the humpo, or wild buffalo of the Himalayas—— ” “Do tell me about it, darling,” whispered Clara, as she nes- tled beside me in the cab. Succestep AMENDMENT FoR Next YEAR R ON EACH SIDE TO KNOCK HOME RUNS AND EIGHT FIVE~ THE BASES. comicbooks.com