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CHAPTER I—A younj? woman mal
nanore on a lonely island, finds a soli-
tary Inhabitant, a young white man,
dressed like a savage. and not able to
speak in any known language.
CHAPTER II —She decides to educate
nim. She finds him in an attitude of
prayer, babbling an incoherent Jargon.
CHAPTER III.—She finds a human
skeleton and the skeleton of a dog She
finds a Bibltt and a silver box bearing the
name of John Revell Charnock, with a
date 25 years before her landing.
chapter iv._she concludes that her
companion Is an American and that he
was cast ashore on the Island when a
child. Near the skeletons she finds two
woman's rings and a dog collar.
CHAPTER V -One of the rings bears
an Inscription "J. R. C. to M. P. T. Sept.
10, 1869."
it. She was frightened beyond meas-
ure when she realized the depths to
which he had sunk and to which, in
spite of herself, he had dragged her.
What further descent was before her?
She did r.ot even yet abandon that
philosophy which had served her so
ill. She clung to that with the more
tenacious pride because of its very
weakness, but she loathed mankind.
On that yacht he summed up for her
the whole human race, and she hated
him and it. To what sorry pass had a
few weeks* practical experience re-
duced her!
She had begged and pleaded with
him to alter the yacht's course, but
he had sworn he would go farther
south into those unknown seas and
keep her there until she crawled to
his feet. So the long hours dragged
on. The inevitable rupture drew
nearer. -At last it came. In its details
it was horrible, but there was in it
a great relief after all.
CHAPTER VT Katharine Br^nton was
a highly specialized product of one of
the greatest universities. Her writings
on the sex problem had attracted wide at-
tention. The son of a multi-mlllirmalre
becomes Infatuated with her, and she ac-
cedes to his proposition to put her the-
ories in practice. With no other cere-
mony than a hand-<*lasp they go away to-
gether. A few days on his yacht reveals 'rom ntm. He had been drinking more
!\or „that t,lft m?n onIy professed lofty heavily than usual and was in an ugly
mood. His hand-some face was flushed,
CHAPTER VII,
The Joy of Freedom.
One night at dinner she had fled
Ideals to possess her.
savage frown overspread his brow.
He had risen during the meal and with
a coarse endearment had attempted
to lay hands upon her—at last! She
had broken away and darted into the
„ . .. i nearest cabin, which happened to be
Yot 'herf has never been an Eden J hls own. she had cl08ed the „oor and
turned the key against him before he
CHAPTER VII Katharine discovers
that the man ik married. While drunk
he attempts to kiss her. She knocks him
down and leaves him unconsolous on the
cabin floors She escapes in th? darkness,
in a gasoline launch.
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of which man has known without its
serpent. In the cabin of that gorgeous
yacht, Sathanas reared his head. The
first week or so of the adventure had
| been filled with idyllic happiness, hap-
piness so great that it was strong
enough to quiet certain low, still, small
voices of conscience which the woman
rightly ascribed to a strange atavism
of ancient prejudice to which her phil-
osophy was as yet unequal.
However, such conditions did not
long persist. Her disciple was in-
clined, presently she found to her sor-
row, to take a somewhat lower view
of the situation than suited her own
high-souled views. The ardor of her
devotee cooled as his passion in-
creased. Shut up in the narrow con-
fines of a ship—great and splendid
though this yacht was beyond imagina-
tion—little characteristics heretofore
unsuspected developed in the mere
man. The course of true love was not
so smooth as the summer seas over
which they sailed. The air in which
they lived was ruffled by flurries in
which experience would have found
presage for coming deeper storm. The
image that had feet of clay sought for
similar earthly alloy in the companion
image which was made of pure gold
all through, and finding it not, re-
sented it desperately. The convert
having gained his desire, weakened in
his principles. There was no relaxa-
tion in his devotion, in his tenderness,
in anything outward and visible, but
the high philosophy which had made
the joint effort almost a self-sacrifice
of demonstration was slowly vanish-
ing from ono heart while the other
clung the more tenaciously to It.
It was the old. old story. In a little
the catspaw developed into the tem-
pest. When it appeared it came with
surprising swiftness. The woman
found that in neither abstract thought
nor mental speculation was there any
protection for her. There might be
no God in heaven, but there was a con-
science in her breast. Finally she
broke away from the man so far as
she could do so when they were both
in the same ship of which he was lord
and master. She would have nothing
more to do with him save that which
common decency and the bare civili-
ties of life demanded of her. Denied
the privileges upon which he had
counted, the man grew savage and
showed the cloven foot. The disagree
ment became a quarrel. The quarrel
ran through several phases. Ashamed
of himself he had recanted at first.
Then he had sworn again allegiance
to the specious philisophy which she
now realized he had only professed,
consciously or unconsciously, that he
might possess her. But she was not
deceived. There was no truth in his
words; his asseverations carried no
conviction to her soul. Again he
stormed and raged; once more he
apologized and appealed, but the
periods of calm grew shorter and the
periods of storm grew longer and more
vehement. The woman alone was
steadfast. She was overwhelmed with
shame, the horror of the situation was
rising upon her.
She began to realize how helpless
she was. Under the inspiration of a
belief, which was as honest as it was
mistaken, she had put herself In the
power of this man Even if she were
ashore, there would be no < ne to
whom she could appeal, and here on
the ship she was helpless. Lingering
remains of b"tter things had kept him
from flic last resort of the tyrant-
force!—but how long these would be
operative in restraint she could not
tell. She fancied not for long What
should sWe do then9
She saw the end coming when in his
anger he resorted to drink, to drink
which exploded the last vestige of hit.
philosophy, however he had professed j
realized what she was about. She
stood within the little room, panting,
enraged, fearful, yet ready to defend
her all and almost glad the crisis had
arrived. She could hear his drunken
laugh outside the door.
"Why, you little fool!" he cried, "do
you think I can't break that lock down
j in a moment? The ship's mine, every
: man on it's mine. I pay "em. They
I do my bidding. I have you where I
want you and I can have you when I
please, now—or later."
Was it true? Could she appeal to the
men? Rut what could she say? Al-
though the world knew there was no
binding tie between them, to the offi-
cers and men of the yacht she was his
wife. They would not interfere. And
if she declared the truth, she would
put herself beyond the pale of their
sympathies. Being merely stupid men,
with conventional ideas about pro
priety, in that event they would be
less apt to interfere than ever. It was
true she could do nothing. She sank
down on a hassock, clenching her
hands.
As she sat, her eyes fell on a chest
of drawers screwed against the bulk-
head. The top contained various toilet
articles of silver. Among them was a
picture, the picture of a woman. It
was not her picture. Moved by what
impulse she did not stop to analyze,
she rose and picked it up. The face
she looked at was ineffably vulgar and
common. Across the bottom was writ-
ten in a scrawly unformed hand. "Your
devoted wife." There was a date sev-
eral years before that hour. Your de-
voted wife! She had been in that
stateroom before; she had never seen
that picture. He had only brought It
out since the rupture between them.
And so while entering into this re-
lationship with her, in compliance
with principles and Ideas which she
at least regarded as sacred and holy,
he had not been a free man! There
was another woman to whom he had
been bound. Oh. not by the marriage
tie that she disdained, bv.t by the
honor which was supposed to exist
among thieves and which certainly
should exist among philosophers. And
such a woman! A cold fury filled her
mind as she looked at the picture.
The last completing touch had been
given. To contempt and pity for him
was added hatred. The combination
transformed her. Instead of avoiding,
she would seek him.
He was still in the cabin. She could
hear him muttering thickly to himself.
Impulsively she stepped to the door,
turned the key In the lock, threw it
open and entered the brilliantly
lighted luxurious cabin. He had dis-
missed the attendants some time
since with orders not to reappear un-
less he summoned them, and they were
alone. There was no likelihood of any
Interruption whatsoever. The man,
who was leaning back In his chair,
bent forward when she opened the
door. He laughed viciously. If she
had reflected, she would have mar-
veled at the change that a few weeks
had wrought in one whom she had
hitherto deemed worthy of her affec
tion, but she had eyes and thought f6r
nothing except the business In hand.
"So you've come out, have you?" he
stammered triumphantly. "Come of
your own free will! You've found out.
have you, that I am master and you
are coming to heel?"
He whistled to her derisively, whis-
tled as if to a dog!
"Who is this?" asked the woman in
a voice carefully suppressed, yet which
shook with wrath.
She held the photograph in its
heavy silver frame up before him.
"That's my wife." he said equably,
w'ilh no surnrlH ■ or consternation.
"We haven't lived together for" some
years." he went on with drunken good
nature, "or I'd take you back to San
Francisco and Introduco you to her."
"Your wife!" exclaimed the woman
In that same low, tense voice. "Then
what am I?"
"My mistress," said the man, blunt-
ly. throwing the last shred of conceal-
ment and decency to the w«nds, "and
a GaiMiea obstreperoai one at that,
he went on.
Now, the woman believed In no
Providence, but a trick got from her
ancestry wrung the words from her
lips.
"My God! My God!" she whispered.
"You haven't any," sneered the
man. "You told me so yourself." He
laughed. "And I believed you. 1
would have believed anything to get
you."
Well, there was no God the woman
realized, but she would be her own
god. Her body shrank together a lit-
tle. her hands clenched. The feline
was uppermost. She could have sprung
upon him, but she waited, waited for
she knew not what.
"Whom the gods destroy," ran the
ancient phrase, "they first make mad."
He rushed to his doom with blind
folly.
"You needn't be jealous of her, my
dear," he mumbled on. "I used to
think I loved her and we were mar-
ried. damned foolishness, as you might
say. She can't hold a candle to you,
if you are a little touched," he tapped
his forehead impudently—"In the up-
Her story."
And this man, this degraded thing,
regarded her as a mad woman There
might be no God. but there was a devil
and he stood before her. There might
be no heaven, but there was a hell
and she was in It.
"On second thoughts." he rambled
on. "I couldn't Introduce you to her.
You aren't respectable and she Is."
He stopped and poured himself an-
other drink.
"Respectable!" he laughed. "To hell
with respectability. We know a better
thing that that! 'Soul to soul, heart
to heart, the union of equals without
the trammels of conventional bonds
for weaker beings.' Yes, that's what
you said."
And she recognised with horror that
he was quoting her own words.
"But It doesn't go, you see. It's
all very well In theory, but It doesn't
work out In practice. The world's
got some Ideas of its own. It's been
holding 'em for a good many thou-
sands of years and you can't change
'em. You belong to me now. To hell
with your equality! You are nothing
more nor less than my property, and
mark you," he reached out a trem-
bling finger and shook It at her, "your
salvation is with me. If I cast you off,
you go into the gutter."
She wondered vaguely how much
more of this she could stand and live.
"But don't be afraid," he went on
with a drunken attempt at reassur-
ance, "you are too fine and too hand-
some, even if you are cracked, for
that—yet. I'm glad to see you've come
to your senses."
He rose heavily as he spoke and
felt his way around the table hand
over hand. He approached her. She
let him do it. She shrank a little
closer together, every muscle tense for
action. She was no longer a woman;
she was a human tigress and her phil-
osophy was gone. He was too drunk
to see it, too Incapacitated to take
warning.
"That's right," he continued as he
lurched nearer to her. "Stay right
there. I'm coming to you as fast as
I can and when I get close to you,
we'll kiss, and—"
He was by her side now. He
straightened himself up with a spas-
modic effort, released his hold on the
table and stretched out his arms to-
ward her. And then she sprang at
him How she did It, she could never
tell, but In some way her outstretched
arms, grasping for his throat, struck
him in the breast. Unsteady on his
feet, he went down as if he had been
shot. Such was the violence of his fall
that the momentum carried her with
him. She fell upon him with all her
force. His head went back and struck
the deck with a frightful crash. Sh
herself was almost stunned by th
violence of her own fall, although his
body broke it.
She arose and stood over him for
a minute and then she lifted her foot
and brought it down upon him.
had said she was a mad woman and
it was true. She was crazed by what
she had heard, by the horror of th
situation. She had not changed her
dress for dinner that afternoon. She
was wearing a pair of light boating
shoes. It was lucky for him. If she
had worn evening slippers with high,
rigid heels, she would have mashed
his face beyond recognition. As It
was, she left horrible marks upon It.
He lay absolutely motionless. She
could see that he was still breathing
and was not dead. If she had had
a weapon she might have killed him
In the fury and transport of her rage
This wretched philosopher! As no re
slstance came from him. she pres-
ently stopped, the feminine In her
slowly rising to the fore.
She realized now that the irrevoc
able had happened; that there was no
longer room for two of them on that
ship. As the ^nlsts of passion cleared
away, although the fire of rage still
burned In her heart, her mind cleared
also. She thought with such rapidity
as she had never thought before.
First she picked up a cloak, throw
it about her and went on deck A cabin
attendant was standing at the compan
lonway, as was always the case, wait
ing a possible summons. She told him
that his masker was ill and did not
desire to be disturbed. He did not
even want the dinner things cleared
away He wanted to be left entirely
alone until morning The servant
smiled slightly, she thoimht, in the
light from the cabin skylight. She
noticed that it was a moonless night, i
cloudy, overcast, for she could see no j
stars. She knew what that smile'
meant: that the man realized what |
sort of sickness his owner and master
was liable to. She bade him tell the
officer of the deck her message and
then disndssed him
Then she returned to the cabin and
carefully locked the door She glanced
at the man as she did so. He lay just
as he had lain before She bent over
him. He was still breathing, she noted
with—was it regret? But she wasted
no time over him. Time was the most
precious of all things to her at that
moment
She had a clear and definite plan
of action. She knew exactly what she
intended to do and how she intended
to do it. Fortunately the means of es-
cape were at hand. They had passed
one or two tiny Islands during the
day, mere treeless spots of sand or
coral in the vast or the ocean, but.
prospects that others more inviting
might be raised had caused the man
to order the power tender to be got
overboard. This was a good, sub-
stantial boat. 15 feet In length, broad
beamed and built for heavy seas, yet
powerfully onglned and capable of
good speed By his direction the tanks
had been filled and everything over-
hauled so that it would be in readiness
for use. The sea was very calm and
the gentle air scarcely raised a ripple ,
on its surface. To save the trouble j
of hoisting it aboard again, the tender
had been left trailing astern at the
end of a long line It would be ready I
for Instant use. She would escape In
that. She knew how to run the motor
and how to steer the boat, She had
done it many a time.
Carrying her heavy boat cloak she
entered her cabin, hastily packed her
bag with what things she fancied she
would need, returned to tho table,
took from it every scrap that was
edible and portable; without much re-
gard for the nineties she made it up
in a heavy parcel which she tied with
: ipkins. She remembered that the
water tank In the launch had been
filled, so that for a time at least she
would lack nothing Carrying bag and
bundle in her hands and with the boat
cloak over her arm and a straw hat
tied on her head, after one long look
at the man, she turned and went aft
and re-entered the starboard after
stateroom, her own.
The boat's painter had been affixed
to the starboard side of the yacht. She
opened the stern window and looked
out. She leaned far out and by great
good fortune In the darkness caught
the painter. The boat of course, was
swinging to a long rope. She pulled
at this line cautiously, although the
effort taxod her strength to the ut-
most. Indeed, she seemed possessed
of a fictitious strength for the time
being else she never could have ac-
complished her hard task. But she
managed to get the boat practically
under the cabin at last. She fastened
the puinter to her bed, which was of
brass and securely screwed to the
floor. Then she cut off the line and
tied the bundle of provisions and her
bag and cloak to the end of it These
she dropped down into the boat.
Among the petty articles was a sharp
sailor's sheath knife fastened to a lan-
yard. She slipped this lanyard into her
blouse. Then she climbed up on the
port sill and essayed the dangerous
descent herself. She was glad that j
she was a strong, athletic woman. |
used to trusting to her own skill and j
powers, for it was no easy task to '
slide down that rope and get into a
boat trailing along beneath the coun- j
ter of a yacht going perhaps 12 knots
an hour Fortunately the engine was
well aft and the bow of the launch
was high out of the water; else her
weight, would have pressed It down
and the back wash from the yacht [
would perhaps have swamped the;
launch.
At any rate, she succeeded, although !
after she got her foot in the bows she
slipped and fell. But that she fell
straight aft upon the cloak and bun-
dles she would have hurt herself se-
verely. If she had not fallen that way,
If she had pitched to the right or the
left she would have gone overboard
and that would have been the end,
for she knew that she would have died
rather than appeal to that ship for
help. She was fearful that the noise
of her fall might have attracted the
attention of some one on the deck,
but the poop of the yacht was us
ually deserted at night an<' it was un-
likely that any one would be up there.
Scrambling to her feet, she drew
her knife and severed the taut rope
that held the launch to the yacht. It
parted instantly. She waR whirled
backwards and sideways with a sud
denness that again almost threw her j
out of the boat For one agonizing mo I
ment the launch lay full in the broad
beam of light that proceeded from the j
bright cabin window she had left For
one agonizing moment of suspense she
hung there and then the swirl of the!
wave carried her Into the darkness.
She lay directly lu the wake of the
yacht, and the launch was pitched up■'
and down by the waves made by the
rapidly moving ship with a violence
of motion that was sickening. There'
were a pair of oars In the boat, but
she did not break tlieni out. She Just
drew herself down in the stern sheets!
and lay there waiting She knew that j
the clatter of the motor could be hoard j'
a long distance in so still a night and,;
over so still a sea, and therefore, al-
though her impulse was to start it at
once, she restrained herself and
waited, xratchlng the yacht rapidly dis-
appear. She could mark her course
easily by the light from that cabin
window. Her ear was keen and she
listened until she could no longer de-
tect the beat and throb of the steam-
er's engines. Then she rose and
started the motor.
The boat was provided with a com-
pass, and although she could see no
star, she was able to set a course 1
which was directly at right angles to I
the course of the yacht. She realized,
or at least she thought so. that she
would be pursued. She believed that
th* yacht would retrace its course.
She decided that those aboard her
would reason that she would endeavor
to put as much distance as possible
between herself ani the yacht, and
therefore Hhe Mould sail straight away
from it. Consequently, she went broad
off to starboard at right angles to the
other course. The gasoline tanks were
both full. Inasmuch as the boat had
been d"signed for extended cruising
in shallow waters, there was enough
fuel to keep the motor going for over
30 hours at full speed. The motor
was capable of developing at least ten
knots per hour. By the same time
to-morrow night she would be 240
miles away from the present spot. The
yacht was going 12 knots an hour. Her
escape would probably not be discov-
ered for ten hours. By that time the
yacht would be 120 miles away. They
would be 150 miles apart by morn-
ing, measured on the hypotheuse. and
by night, who could tell? At any
rate, she had now done all that she
could.
Her condition was desperate; her
prospects gloomy beyond expression.
She was alone in a small power boat
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She Believed That the Yacht Would
Retrace Its Course.
which would be helpless, the sport of
wind and waves, after perhaps 30
hours. That boat was alone in the
great expanse of the Pacific ocean, j
Somewhere about there were islands
probably. Indeed, on the charts those
seas were dotted with points of land,
but they were small, Inconsiderable,
uninhabited, unknown. In that little
boat she might, pass close by many
of them without seeing them. She had
provisions, such as they were, and
water sufficient perhaps for a week
or ten days. After that unless she
landed somewhere she would drift on
until she sturved and died. If a storm
came, the launch probably would not
survive It. Her chances of escape, in
any event, were worse than problem-
atical. The end v.".:n almost, curtain
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