The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-01-12

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"THERE's HARDLY TINE TO TELL YOU NOW"
old Lord Do-Noddy-he is forever at your
| heels. don't see how you can endure him.
You abhor him, lam sure2"
"While you are working yourself into an
eloquent temper, Paul you might say all
you have to say about-the plan. Do tell
me. n may be our last chance I'm all
a-tremble"
"pm too polite to interrupt you"
| Nonsense, Paul. If you tease me l shall
go and talk to the Captain"
"Well, listen then" in halt whisper,
''fOr you need to get every detail. But
Clarice, please don't seem to be so in earn
est. Laugh, so people will think wore
chatting"
People! What peoplel" and she laughed
"Why-the Captain, of course. Don't
laugh. Hear me now: we are due at
Chicago"
| The breakfast bell rang in the cabin and
sent out to them its most discordant call
An expletive, how impatient the Captain
could only surmise, escaped the young man.
81 told you our time was short, Carice.
See me soon, darling Don't keep me wait
| ing all day. And snub that old Lord Methu-
selah every time he speaks to you"
| Dear, PAUL. II mean dear me, PAUL.
that bell is sure to wake Aunt Emily.
must 60" Then louder for the benefit OF
tho public, "Why, the fog has reached us ~
and in hasty, tender aside. BE careful not
to take cold"
| "Prudent little grandmother" murmured
Paul Drexel, as she went around the side Of
the boat and was just about to disappear.
''The old adobe catacomb"'
The latter half of his ejaculation referred
to quite another person.
| A small gray-Whiskered, austerely-with-
cred gentleman had emerged from the Nlbin
| just in time to encounter Clarice whom he
made gallant effort to detain.
She eluded him, however, and passed on
out of sight while he advanced
He came leisurely, putting final polish
upon his fnger-uails with silk handker-
chief. Then he looked aloft at the weather,
with an eye-glass glued to such a cold,
staring orb, that it might itself have been
the congealing cause Of the bank Of mist
that was slowly enveloplng them.
Drexel's lazily-athletic frame grew sud-
denly rigid with desire to clutch and
drown this insignificant creature. That he
should dare to aspire to the notice of a
beautiful woman like Clarice was enough in
itself to merit speedy and ignominious ex-
tinction. He deserved drowning, if that
were not too honorable.
| 1t would be good ner1 ous relish to pick
him up, shake the little pinch Of breath out
of his narrow chest, close couple of steady
fingers round his aristocratic windpipe
and hear the small 6Aal gurgle that would
| ensue
So much malevolence at the mere sight of
| this bank president.
Something Of fog"
ayes sir" from the Captain.
"a fair run, however. Our journey has
been very favorable. Good morning, sir,''
to Drexel.
A freezing nod.
Eyes sir, tip-top run. Right time Of
year for that."-the Captain was more
deferential than he had been to the young
pcople-"thank' zee SIR" he added, accepting
a Havana from the case courteously ex-
tended to him by Mr.. Cumberland.
81 don't smoke" was Drexers surly fib
to like proffer.
"Breakfast is all ready, Mr.. Cumber-
| land" said the Captain. Better eat before
you smoke.'
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| Later in the forenoon rugs were brought
out and spread upon the desk, shawls and
travelling blankets were adjusted and ar
ranged, aud a party of ladies was ensconced
where they could be carefully protected and
yet have the benefit OF the fresh air. Mrs.
Winterfeld, her mature daughter, Rosa
mond and her Maynard niece. Clarice.
Mr.. Cumberland was in polite attendance,
| mud hia oa.idIouc dayofiOu t0 thair cnrn fort
received gracious recognition from the two
elder ladies but won little favor from Clar
ice. She was restless in their company,
| nervous and restrained.
They had not been long seated before she
expressed desire to go for few minutes
upon the hurricane deck. She wanted to
escape them, and, besides, she had caught a
shadowy perspective Of Paul's hat round the
corner of the pilot house.
Mrs. Winterfield demurred, Miss Rosa
mond was Mortified, but Mr.. Cumberland
greeted the proposition with considerable
indulgence, offering to go with her, If Mrs.
Winter6eld did not object
He sped up the ladder like cat and
reached down feeble claw to STEADY
Clarice's ascent.
Rosamond and her mother were left to
themselves, two such pale personalities that
where they were could literally DO called
solitude
The Captain was out for an after-breakfast
turn, and showed his goodwill by pointing
out the occasionally visible shore, for the
fog lifted at intervals, giving them CLEAN
of sun, and then settled down again dense
and cheerless.
His sociability not meeting with much re-
Spouse, he began pattering along his path,
as if it were business and he must, leaving
| them to themselves.
"Rosamond, think that young man is
sufficiently rebuked. You say he has moi
been near Clarlce this morninGl"
ut took heroic treatment, mamma, tc
make him understand himself de trop
Clarice herself has so little sense"
II suppose she thinks him handsome. She
does MT seem to know Mr.. Cumberland
is MT q man to be trfled with. Such an es
Enlistment as his docs MT go begging every
day"