St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1889-11-09

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THE SUNNY SIDE OF rrsx HURRICANE DECK
bred sheer. .Ah, gambler. l see" sh,
murmUred, scornfully, and closed he
eyes.
She felt that the wind was playinl
pranks with her hair, but she was to,
weak to mind. But suddenly there was
heavier lurc,. than usual and the pillow
beneath her head shot on 1.-THE chair ant
rolled down ont Of her reach. She made
two weak, Intellectual efforts to clutch it,
and. thereupon, in the sheer weakness,
and petulance, engendered by that I'm
ique malady Of the sea, she commenced
TO cry like q baby.
She could not have uttered more than
four OF those plaintive little sobs before
she felt the pillow being replaced. A
strong arm, clothed in a soft flannel
| sleeve, had raised her head with an air of
cool proprietorship. and its fellow
| smoothed and pa.ted tho pillow into
place as skillfully as though it had never
| known any other duty. Then the owner
of the two arms stepped back Ia pace or
two to survey his work, and Miss Gray
| looked up and beheld-her encmy OF the
blonde mustache.
,
and mis- chies. Miss Gray noted with bit
terness how handsome and healthy and
daring he looked. Tall, slender, straight
as an arrow. every line Of his figure ex-
pressing grace and the consciousness Of
it. He looked primed for mischief.
A sudden sense OF her former expert.
ence rushed across Miss Gray's mind.
The combined bitterness Of that and OF
the sickness she was just recovering
from were too much for her. She was
not to be trapped twice. She half rose
on her elbow and cried, peevishly:
sGo away"
Over the young mans face swept .
look Of amazement to be followed by
one OF combined amusement and pique.
He bowed low. with great grace. and did
as he was hidden.
OF course the young lady regretted her
action the mex: instant, She knew that
she had been rude, inexcusably rude.
She began to wonder il the young man
would come back, and next to hope that
he would. Then, as the minutes dragged
by aud he did not come. she began to re-
fleet on what an extraordinarily hand
some young man he was. There was
honesty and breeding in every line Of his
ordinary courtesy would dictate. He did
not look like a young man in the habit
of taking liberties. The upshot OF her
reverie was that she remarked. quietly:
''Lucretia Gray, you are a fool" Then
she cried little more. and felt better.
She could not accuse the young man OF
presumption after that When she met
him., in her frequent pronlenales on deck,
I'D Shn nf
stone wall. For all that he appeared to
been at the bottom of the Atlantic in-
stead of sailing across it in the same ship
with him. He persisted in this course.
He never looked her way, and it was not
very long before people began to notice
it. Acquaintances had sprung up be-
tween the passengers, as they always do.
and bye and bye these two young peo-
Pile were actually the only saloon pas
sengers who did not speak to each other.
Strange as 1t may appear. the longer it
continued the better Miss Gray liked the
young man. She fell to studying him. as
he paced the decks or lounged on the
cabin sofas with an unread book in his
listless fingers-the fingers that were al
ways so beautifully white, and tipped, to
derfuily polished nails. Once she was
guilty of gazing lcng end earnestly at
him through the windows of the music
room as he sat strCmming idly at the
piano. He could not play a note. but,
strangely enough, the discords that he
struck seemed far from unharmonious to
the young lady, herself an accomplished
musician. But, then, she was looking at
4. g l-,,r ny,l vals svpvr ~ h.
tricks the sunshine played with it. After
that her eyes were always upon him,
except at such times she knew her
elances would risk being intercepted.
Once lie caught her-carght her fairly and
He was leaning over the
railing. and turned suddenly to find her
gaze full upon him from q distance Of a
short six feet. Was it prank of the inn
agination or did a fash Of pleasure CLEAN
into his eyes. as she hastily turned aside
with her cheeks, neck and brow all scar
let with notification: No, she was sure
Of it, and in five minutes she told herself
she hated him passionately. In ten she
told herself that-if it would not seem SO
supremely ridiculous-she believed she
loved him; yes, actually loved this yell
low haired Adonis whom she had snubbed
FOR doing her a kindness. and ~ho had
ignored her existence ever since as con-
sequence.
1he days slipped by very monotO-
nously. The voyage was nearly over, and
the other passengers came aud went,
smoked and ate. and slept and talked In
The same dreary round Of ocean life.
Once or twice she was on the point Of
speaking to her tyrsnt, as she new
termed him, but always psused
before she had quite completed the sac.
rifce to her prids. She grew TO abhot
he very sight OF the trusty cid cap
tain, who seemed Inclined to exert to the
fullest extent his prerogative Of guardian
"a failing not uncommon with gentle.
men Of his persuasion.
One bright afternoon, when they we're 4
within seven huolred miles of New York,
Miss Grey came too sudden conclusion
that the state Of Stairs was uncomfortable.
She would have Ct cut with this young
nan let tho conseqaenoss - what tAey
might. PeSAaps-she f1und herself |
slightly 1t the theusht-a few
condensation with him might
iispel her illusion and prove him IN.
worthy u the time she was wasting in l
Of him. She paced the deck
slowly, all alone. The passengers were
Iii down at luncheon, while she, Who had |
- appetite, remsined there. 6r0 In the
resolution 10 go through with her self |
imposed task. 7. - S
On sudden impulse she neglected to
urn at the limit IT the wheel. house. but |
her walk round to the rear OF |
1, and, arriving at the railing overlook.
ing the sterT., whom should she INA
leaning down over the water In his ha-
bitual graceful attitude. but the object Of |
her quest-the young man OF the superb.
igure and dropping. golden mustache.
Now those who have made q voyage in |
! modern ocean sfaamsh,n ara nnifa d.