The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-03
MR. EGS <aNGE.
A Tale of an atlantic Liner.
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CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER III.
 The reputation of the Atlantic ocean has been so utterly lost that no abuse of it by me can deiame it. AS the most whim- sical, wrathful, spiteful oi oceans il is but too well known. It was my fate to be victim of it's temper for six days, during which endured all that poor nervous invalid can suffer. Storms blew all round the compass. seemed to be rolling night and day unceasingly, now in this direction, now in that. My bed was like pillow, like log tunbling over it. The steward who attended me coolly spoke of the string of tempests as spring gales of rather gentle sort l have the impression that did not sleep during these SIX days and nights; but this mo- body will credit. admit that was often in state of dull lethargy, incapable of using limbs or senses, yet conscious of what was going on near me.
 Theodore was born sailor; the more Boreas blew the livclier he became. For the first two days the kind fellow tended me like woman; brought the doctor to see me, ministered to my humors, impor- tuned me with the robust mans consoIa- tions. begged hin to leave me ,n peace. The third day he obeyed me al- most literally for on that day do not [. member seeing him, except when he came to bed. His berth was over mine. and he had that night long struggle to get into It, which put me into fever to witness thought 1t was the raging waters that made him so clumsy; l now know that he had been drinking champagne. On the fourth day saw little 0! him the fifth, he came into our stateroom several times and hurriedly. He always spoke to me, and appeared to look at me with pecu- liar anxiety. Ooce the steward came to the door and could not open it. Theo- dore rose from the floor, and in an agi. tated voice asked what was wanted. He did not open the door, which he had bolted. l was getting little better, and this incident struck me. Subsequent events no doubt intensified my remem- brance. l seemed to know that some thing furtive was going on, and was un :. easy, but too shattered by weakness to bestir myself.
 The sixth day, Theodore remained in his berth until the afternoon. l heard him groan over my head several times and toss about uneasily. About four o'clock he got up. after drinking his fourth glass of brandy and soda. The steward eyed him very strangely, | thought; and then the man eyed me in- quiringly, as he held the empty glass and talked about the improving weather. Alter dressing, Theodore sat on the sofa staring at the floor, as though looking right through the ships bottom. He was pale, shivered from time to time, mutt tered to himself but never took his eyes from the floor. grew alarmed as watched him. At first thought he was going to be sea-sick after all; that his reckless indulgence in food, drink and to. bacco had found his point of gastric tol eration. But the expression of despair which cut deeper and deeper into his face, making its whiteness more marble. like continually, was not that of sicken. ing man or rather, it was the manifesto. ton of . mind diseased.
 What ails you, Theodorep asked, In . tone SO hoarse that did not recog nixe my own voice. Illness had indeed changed me in every way.
 He jumped up as if he had been struck in the back; his eyes ran around the room, then rested on me as if he did no, know me. For a moment we stared ir silence.
 How do you feel, charlcyi" he said advancing to me.