San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-10-12

the apartments whigh she Nccs SO occupy rUs
the right
But, whsre's-where's your Miss
RoSamoad looked around e=peceantly.
SHY wife?-oh, she's SICK" said the old
fellow, looking very blank "rm mighty
sorry. She'd be h'yer right row, but she
amt able to git out'n her berth"
''lndeedl hope it is not seriousr
Putty bad off-putty bad" was the ready
response, with a rueful shake of the head.
II we-st to her jes' now TO sec eff she couldn't
jes' speak word TO you to make you well
come, for know mighty well theyss nothin'
Ike hGvil' women folks around to make
things pleasant when strangers come, 'spe-
cialy ladies; they always has heap to say
long with one mother fore they git settled
But Polly said she couldn't-no use talkin' of
it; but she was mighty sorry, and she sent
her regrets"
~ am glad she didn't try to get up" said
Miss Rosamond sweetly, ~ can do very
we'll"
"And the other ones gone ashore pur-
sued the captain, to which Miss Rosamond
made no rejoinde-, though she wondered who
tho ''other one" was
Aren't you from the Georgia coaser' she
asked ct the door of her stateroom. Your
accent
II am that I was born aud raised in
Chatham county. And so was you, chs"
He laughed almost with the delight OF
child Mr.. Lorne told mo you was from
Savannah, and / up an says to him, 81,
she's the mistress o this ship jes' as long as
she's mind to be- ST, an I mean it, Miss
Rosamon"
Thank you ever so much"
why, Miss Rosanlon', I've known of your
family Gil my Life l amt never met none
Of 'em personally, butt But here he
checked himself, remembering that duty
called him on deck. Miss Rosamond babe
him good night very sweetly, and he came
away murmuring:
''God bless er little hearth I'd tell forty
seven dozen lies before I'd let her find out"
When Miss Rosamond opened her door
next morning the ship was still roughly
rocking, but Lorne told her that the blow
had not been as severe as the captain had ex-
pected; the sell was too heavy, however, for
them to leau. the ship in their boat that
morning-possibly they would be obliged to
wait until the next day. The young lady
was Mortified at the prospect, grieving to
but oddly enough, as she thought, the young
man appeared to think that a few hours
more, or even day. made little difference,
now that they were fairly in for it. When
they went to him the captain told them that
ii would positively be dangerous for them to
leave the ship that day; it would be far wiser
to wait until the following morning, and by
noon it was seen that this course was not
only best, but necessary.
"Oh, how is your wife this mOrningm in
qured Miss RosamOnd of the captain, when
the three were al breakfast
WHO! Oh, yes-yes-my wife. Ahem-
she-she amt 50 very well; sizes worse if
anything"
Miss Rosamond noted his confused manner
with surprise, and wondered also why the
gay Mr. Talcott Lorne stared 50 soberly into
bis plate and made no remark whatever for
such long time.
"What is the matter with herH' she asked
further.
"What ails her9 Why-oh, she's got the
rheumatism dreadful bad, and-and-well,
don't know but what she's got almost ever
complaint women folks is liable to have"
The old man put down his knife and fork
and wiped his forehead, as though he felt
warm.
"Do you think the ship rolls as much as it
did early this morning" interrupted Mr..
Lorne
But Miss Rosamond was not to be diverted
from her charitable designs. Couldn't go
in and see hern she persisted Il might
be able to do something for her; should
like to-"
Mr. Talcott Lorne seemed unable to swal-
low his mouthful of food, and the unhappy
old captain looked desperate. His wits did
net desert him, however
well, you know" be stammered, "well,
rayly, you're very kind, but Polly, you
know-well, don't think she'd really like it.
She amt 50 fond Of company when she's
sick; sortcr cross, you know"
This was enough for Miss Rosamond. The
invalid Polly was discussed no further. and
her better half heaved long internal signs of
relief
Lorne,s opportunities for the exercise of
his talent for pleasing (which usually ulti-
mated itself il whispered notiings and num-
berless small attentions were during that
day without limit, but, although he was
man of Imagination and exerted himself with
a singleness OF purpose quite admirable Miss
Rosamond did not always appear to be
pleased. When the day was over he looked
back upon it with u sense of failure that was
annoying; it struck him that somehow his
talents had gone under cloud-for the time.
Miss RoSamond had certainly failed to be
impressed, and beneath her exquisite tact he
detected what seemed to be al unwaver-
ing desire to keep him at a distance. Even
when he had prudently retreated from more
delicate topics and talked OF persons, she had