New Ulm weekly review., 1886-06-09
DORA'S LOVER.
Chicago News

Charles St. Eustace leaning over the
deck railing OF the 'scottish Queen
looked in vain for her companions.
His eye had been caught by her great
bronze braids and held by her beauty
and loneliness. But he was about to
dismiss the subject carelessly from his
mind when a young man slouched up
from the cabin and sat down beside
the girl. He was agood-looking, flash
ily-dressed, vicious-looking fellow, and
St. Eustace idly wondered what rela-
tion he held to his companion.
He did not look like her brother;
he was too dark and too coarse.
He might be her husband. People
of that class marry so shame
lessly young and so reprehensibly, he
thought; but one thing was quite GER
tain the fellow had been drinking
and pity was added to the young gen.
tleman's regard as he continued to
observe the two.
He had travelled much and seen all
kinds of people, but it struck him that
he had never seen so pretty a girl so
unsuitably accompanied in his life. y
The Scottish Queen had just set
sail, leaving London behind her, and
was bound for Edinburgh.
st. Eustace remained on deck until
the boat was we'll down the river, and
then went below for a book he had
placed under the pillow of his berth.
In the cabin the young girl sat alone,
crying.
St. Eustace's steps were arrested.
He involuntarily lifted his hat, his
face softened with regret.
~ beg your pardon. Can I be of
any service to you?"
The young girl looked up, and then
dropped her face and sobbed harder
than ever. Then she looked up again.
II don't know; I don't know what
to do"
There were a few passengers on board
and this seemed to be the only lady.
One or two OF the men strolling by
stopped curiously.
| "Let me take you to the other end
of the cabin by the window; it is cool
er, said St. Eustice, observing this, and
offering his arm.
She rose and took it. He pitied her,
had a gentleman's instinct to serve
any woman in distress, but he was
conscious also of her very ugly green
delaine dress, her faded gloves, fringed
at the fnger-tips, her small, thick
boots.
whats your trouble?" he asked
when she was more screened from
general observation. "Shall I send
the captain to you?"
ri don't know" she said again.
She was very young-not more than
seventeen-and had that unconscious
and unaffected manner which made in
trusion upon her impossible as if she
was possessed of the greatest sUateii-
ness. She made an effort at last to
check her sobs.
"You are very kind! I'll try to tell
you. Ihave come from London.
have been living there. My grand
mother has died, and my grandfather
has sent me to my aunt, in Edinburgh,
whom never saw. He eput ME in care
of that man on deck He did not
| know him much. l am afraid of him,
and am all alone.
"Is that all?" said St. Eustace with
a smile Of relief ':It is very unpleas
ant for you, Of course, but that fellow
can be prevented from annoying you.
I will speak to the captain
"The captain thinks I am in his care.
His name is William smallpiece. He
| is
"Tipsey. Certainly he is, and very
! badly. 1 wonder Captain Balfour
J doesn't notice it. I will find him i'm
mediately. Are you quite comfort
able here? Let me bring you some
thing to read"
He unlocked the door of his little
cabin, and brought her some maga-
zines. She tried to smile with her eyes
still red, and to thank him.
ri believe am very homesick, or /
should not care so much,'' she said,
with final qliver OF the red lips.
"My grandmother's death has broken
up our home, and nay aunt l have
never seen in my lite.''
! ri am an Edinburgh man myself;
possibly [ may know her. What is
your aunt's name?" asked St. Eus-
tace, taking a seat.
"Mcs. Einor Lorton, OF Linlithgow
square"
care you Dora seatoun?" he asked.
The girl nodded quickly.
'"Then l know you very WE'LL" said
her companion, Offering his hand. 81
have often heard Mrs. Lorton speak
of you. You are her sisters child
She wanted to adopt you when your
mother died, but your father parents
claimed YOU"
! "Yes."
I s.Little, curley-headed Dora. Yes
she told me about you longago," said
st. Enstace, musingly.
"She may have me now," said th.
girl, sadly.
I With the best motives in the world
St. Eustace spent an hour trying tc
amuse the lonely young girl.
| And while he chatted he faucie1 tn,