The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-08-04

ouA ACA AACSC lOIO Q AdC0 IdAl1Atcus t1t nudged her elbow, his usual way of calling her attention.
 "Oh, I say, Kate! come, after that |-" He did not finish his speech-he rarely did; he stumbled in the middle and then cut himself adrift altogether.
 At this moment they were approach ing the bow of the vessel; the golden haired widow had seated herself upon a coil of ropes, and was looking over the bulwarks watching the white foam flakes rushing along and leaping up the sides of the vessel. As the group came near, she glanced up and met the full gaze of MT. Jaggers searching eyes; hers dropped; she turned away.
 "My God l" he exclaimed in 8 low smothered tone, though not SO low but 1t reached the ears of his young friend Stokes.
 "Why-what is it? Whats the matter?" he inquired.
 "Nothing; I was struck by a like ness, that's all. I fancy I must have seen her before somewhere" replied MT. Jaggers.
 "And should say she was the very last person in the world whom you would be likely to see; quite off your beat. Look at her; she's lady-no doubt about that. But you are ale ways finding out likenesses danger ous faculty that. Only yesterday you said I was like somebody who was hanged ten years ago."
 The next day was stormy; there were no ladies on deck, and few gen. tlemen. The sea had worked itself into state of foaming fury. There was high wind, all sails were set and the vessel made rapid way, going at the rate Of fifteen knots an hour, cut ting her way bravely through the watery mountains which reared and rose on all sides of her. Indeed, every thing rose except our spirits, and they fell below zero as we lay moaning in our cabins. The next day the wealth CT moderated; the storm passed, leav- ing only heavy swell behind it. We heard the tramp of footsteps overhead and cheerful voices full of exuberant, healthy spirits, exchanging "Good mornings" merry jests and jokes were passing round, judging by the bursts of laughter that greeted us. Then, one by one, we crept on deck as flies creep out of @ crevice, to enjoy the first gleam of sunshine.
 Mrs. Oliver was already on deck, looking as handsome as a picture in her crimson hood, carrying what young Stokes stigmatized as "that shrieking abomination" in her arms. Many strong arms would have relieved her of it, but her manner was repell- ent, and seemed to resent rather than be grateful for any attention, either from her own or the opposite sex. The gentlemen, especially the young CT portion, felt aggrieved to see this young creature so heavily weighted, but had not courage to press their un- desired services upon her.
 "What big brutes we are !" growled the admiring young Scotchman; |; "great hulking fellows, lounging about with our hands in our pockets, while shelby Jovel I can't stand it 1"
 He strode across the deck, and made straight for the young widow.
 "Allow me, please" he exclaimed, taking the sturdy boy from her unre- sisting hands, and marching away in triumph, holding it with the grace of an elephant and making the most ri- diculous geological noises to amuse it.
 Mrs. Oliver simply yielded the child to him without a caress or tender word. Indeed, it was observed that she never showed any maternal tenderness to her boy, only kind of wooden devotion. Relieved from her charge, she sat down. MT. Stokes strolled up and stood beside her.
 "Your first voyage?" he inquired, taking the initiatory step toward the proposed filtration, which threatened, however, to be more difficult matter than he at first imagined.
 "Yes," she answered briefly.
 "Ahp he exclaimed, rubbing his hands gleefully together. "I hope we shall have a jolly time; though last night wasn't very promising"
 "Wasn't it?" she said languidly. as though she had no interest in the mat ter.
 "Well, scarcely" he answered, open- ing his eyes. "We don't often have that kind of weather in July. Why, even poor old Jaggers was down, and it takes good deal to bowl him over."
 "Jaggers! Who is Jaggers?" she asked, lifting her beautiful eyes to his face, and for the first time waking up with some little interest.
 "Well, Jaggers is friend of mine, 9 replied Stokes. "There he is-that grim looking elderly party" "I know that" she answered impa- tiently. "I mean, what is hef" "Oh, what is he?" echoed Mir.