Then he remembered. His old friend had returned. New friends
had come into his life and welcomed him kindly. He was no longer
lonely. As eager as a boy, he ran to the window. He had not been
dreaming. In the harbor lay the pretty yacht, the stately,
white-hulled war- ship. The flag that drooped from the stern of
each caused his throat to tighten, brought warm tears to his eyes,
fresh resolve to his discouraged, troubled spirit. When he knelt
beside his bed, his heart poured out his thanks in gratitude and
gladness.
While he was dressing, a blue-jacket brought a note from the
admiral. It invited him to tea on board the war-ship, with the
guests of the SERAPIS. His old friend added that he was coming to
lunch with his consul, and wanted time reserved for a long talk.
The consul agreed gladly. He was in holiday humor. The day promised
to repeat the good moments of the night previous.
At nine o'clock, through the open door of the consulate, Marshall
saw Aiken, the wireless operator, signaling from the wharf
excitedly to the yacht, and a boat leave the ship and return.
Almost immediately the launch, carrying several passengers, again
made the trip shoreward.
Half an hour later, Senator Hanley, Miss Cairns, and Livingstone
came up the waterfront, and entering the consulate, seated
themselves around Marshall's desk. Livingstone was sunk in
melancholy. The senator, on. the contrary, was smiling broadly. His
manner was one of distinct relief.
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