Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-09-04

- S"oA ' So osoSS
Heed wisdom's voice: All things must pass
Paul Hamilton Haync.
DORA SEATOUN'S 10 WEIR.
She was very pretty, with u lissome
young figure. very badly dressed, and
Charles st. Eustacc leaning over the
d%cck-railing Of the Scottish Queen,
looked in vain for her companions.
His eyes had been caught by her
great bronze braids, and held by her
beauty and loneliness. But he was
about to dismiss the subject carclessly
from his mind, when a Young man
slouched up from the cabin and sat
down beside the girl. He was q good
looking, lashily-drcsscd, vicious-look-
ing fellow; and St. Eustacc idly Won
dered what relation he held to his COM
panion.
sHo did not look like her brothcr-he
was too dark and too coarse; he might
be her husband. People Of that class
marry so shamclessly young and SO
r~eprehensibly, he thought; but one
thing was quite certain, tho fellow had
been drinking, and pity was added to
the young gentlcman's regard, : rs he
continued t observe the two.
He had travelled much, and seen all
kinds of people, but it struck him that
he had never seen so pretty q girl SO
unsuitably accompanied in his life.
The Scottish Queen had just set sail,
leaving London behind her, and was
bound for Edinburgh.
St. Eustacc remained ON deck until
the boat was we'll down the river, and
then went below for q 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
in%voluntarily lifted his hat, his face
softening with regret.
81 beg your pardon. Can | be of
any service to you?"'
The young girl looked up, then drop
ped her face and sobbcd harder than
ever. Then she looked up again.
IL don't know; l don't know what
to do"
There were few passengers on board,
and this seemed to be the only lady.
One or two men, strolling by, stopped,
curiously.
''Let me take you to the other end of
the cabin by the window; it is cooler"
said St. Eustace, observing this, and
Offering his arm.
She rose md took it. He pitied her;
had q gentleman's instinct to serve any
woman in distress; but he was con
scious, also, Of her very ugly green de-
laine dress, her faded gloves fringed
at the linger-tips, her small, thick
boots.
whats your troubled" he asked,
when she was more screened from gem
eral observation. "Or shall l send tho
! captain to you?"
Il don't know" she said again.
She was very young--not moro than
scventeen-and had that unconscious
and unaffected manner which made in
trusion upon her as impossible us if she
were possessed of tho greatest stateli-
ness. She made IN effort, at last, to
check her sobs.
You arc very kind! I'll try to tell
you. l have come from London. l
have been living there. My grand
mother has died, and MY grandfather
has sent me to my aunt, in Edinburgh,
whom l never saw. lie put me in care
OF that man on deck. He did notknow
him much. am afraid OF him, and l
am all alone"
''ls that ALP" asked st. Eustacc,
with a smile of relicf. ''It is very UNI
pleasant for you, of course, but that
fellow can be prevented from annoying
you. l will speak to the captain"
"Thc captain thinks | amin his care.
His name is William Smallpiccc. He
is"
"Tipsy. Certainty he is, and very
badly. l wonder Captain Balfour
doesn't notico it. will find him i'm
mediatcly. Arc you quite comfortable
here? Let me bring you something to
read"
lie unlocked the door of his little
cabin, and brought her some maya
zines. She tried to smile with her eyes
still red, and to thank him.
II believe l am very homcsick, OF l
should not care so muc!," she said,
with a final culver of the red lips. "My
grandmother's death has broken up
our home, and my aunt l have never
seen in my life"
. Il am an Edinburgh man myself:
possibly l may know her. What is
your aunt's namc?" asked St. Eustace.
taking a seat.
'Mrs. Eliuor Lorton, of L%inlithgow-
square,"
MIR. st. Eustace smiled.
"Are you Dora Scatoun?" he asked.
The girl nodded quickly.
''Then l know you very WE'LL" said
her companion, offering his hand. Il
have often heard Mrs. Lorton speak of
you. You are her sisters child. She
wanted to adopt YOU when your moth
er died. but your fathers parents
claimed YOU"
Yes"
Little, curiy-hcadcd Dora. Yes. she
told me about you long ago." said St.
Eustace, musingly.
''Shc may have me now," said the
girl. musingly.
With tho kindcst motives in tho
world, st. Eustac. spent an hour try
ing to amusc this lonely young girl.
And while he chattcd he fsnclcd the
elegant Mrs. Lorton's reception of so
much beauty and such utter lack of
styles.
The girl was in mourning for her
grandmother. He fancied that She
had ever been very poor; but there
was Il g%cntlcness and refinement native
to her that he thought pret,ier than
any results OF training.
By-and-bye he offered his arm for a
promenade OF deck. and, since he knew