The Deserted Yacht

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m the last car of the long train which had pulled into the Chelt

t you, Miss?" the colored

own puckering her eyebrows. "Just set the suitcase down an

his car. Madge looked anxiously about. On all sides persons were hurrying up to gre

st send word," she thought. "I do hope

e very nearly knew by heart. She had made no error. Enid Burnett had state

the station we'll go directly to our yacht, The Flora which will be anchored in the harbor. Father will have everything

ay. There was nothing to do but wait.

oon she alone remained. After a little, she picked up her suitcase and carried it to the waiting room, st

id," she thought anxiously. "It loo

n, in the rush of social affairs which always engulfed her, forgotten about it. Enid was generous to a fault bu

nada, to participate in a mythical yacht cruise,

xperimented with the gum machine and even tried to interest herself in a mag

," she decided. "There's no s

she walked over to a

young man in charge, "but I'm trying to locate a party by the n

Frank Burnett,

odded e

I did see by the paper that his yacht had dropped a

. If The Flora had arrived at Cheltham Bay, she coul

likely can find some boatman at the dock

Burnett yacht, and yet, surely they were expecting her. After traveling so many miles it would be foolish to r

y to locate the y

y against the cushions, scarcely troubling herself to gaze at the tall office buildings which whizzed by on either side as the cab rattled ove

the driver swung open the car doo

ich yacht is The Fl

indicated a vessel anchored

e off shore breeze, Madge's spirits arose. It was good to be near the

ng the water front, her attention was attracted to a man who sat hunched over in a boat that was tied to the dock. His lunch was spread out on the seat

t," she reasoned. "I'll see

dressed him. Startled, the m

but it was his face rather than his clothing that repulsed her. She saw at once that he was of foreign extraction, though she could not have guessed his nat

o you have a boat to

ply. Then touching his cap, he muttered something, speaki

n hour," he add

Madge smiled. "Perhaps I failed t

hour," he repeate

eorge's fishing lodge in Canada we rent

dge thought for an instant that an expres

insisted. "Maybe you

ad. She realized full well that she was being outrageously over-ch

ed. "It won't take more than hal

charge," the boatman a

ery anxious to rent your boat." Without giving him an opportunity to reply, she took a sm

ess and lifted her suitcase into the boat. Sh

directed. "See, it's that

upon the man. He turned quickly, his eyes smoldering. A

thrusting the three bills rudely toward her. "H