The Arizona sentinel., 1889-09-28

pranks with her hair, but she was to
weak to mind. But suddenly there was
heavier lurcll than usual and the pillo'
beneath her head shot of 1.-THE chair an
rolled down out of her reach. She mad
two weak, Intellectual efforts to clutch il
and, thereupOn, in the sheer weakness
and petulance, engendered by that un
ique malady of the sea, she commence
TO cry like baby.
She could not have uttered more thai
four of those plaintive little sobs befor
she felt the pillow being replaced.
strong arm, clothed in soft flame
sleeve, had raised her head with an air o
cool proprietorship, and its fellow
smoothed and patted the pillow into
place as skillfully as though it had neve
known any other duty. Then the owner
of the two arms stepped back Ia pace Of
two to survey his work, and Miss Gray
looked up and beheld-her enemy Of the
blonde muStache.
His eyes were dancing with! merrimen
and mischief. 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 mis- chief.
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:
'Go away"
Over the young mans face swept a
look CT 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 next instant. She knew that
she had been rude, inexcusably rude
She began to wonder if the young man
would come back, and next to hope that
he would. Then, as the minutes dragged
by and 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
face. He had done nothing but what
ordinary courtesy would dictate. He did
not look like q young man in the habit
of taking liberties. The upshot of her
reverie was that she remarked, quietly:
'Lucretia Gray, you are 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 prOmenades on deck,
his face assumed the expression of
stone wall. For ali that he appeared to
know to tho contrary, she might have
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. Acquaintance had sprung up be-
tween the passengers, as they always do,
and bye and bye these two young peo-
pie were actually the only saloon pas
sengers who did not speak to each other.
Strange as it 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
ca bin sofas with an unread book in his
listless fingers-the fingers that were al
ways so beautifully white, and tipped, to
the brink of effeminacy, with such Won
d erfully polished nails. Once she was
gully of gazing long and earnestly at
him through the windows of the music
room as he sat stunning idly at the
piano. He could not play 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
his hair, and marveling inwardly at the
tricks the sunshine played with it. After
that her eyes were always upon him,
except at such times she knew her
chances would risk being intercepted
Once he caught her-caught her fairly and
He was leaning over the
railing, and turned suddenly to find her
gaze full upon him from a distance of
short six feet. Was it a prank of the i'm
agination or did fash of pleasure CLEAN
into his eyes. as she hastily turned aside
with her cheeks, neck and brow all scar
let with modification? 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 vel |
ow- haired Adonis whom she had snubbed |
'Or doing her kindness, and who had |
Ignored her existence ever since as a con- |
sequence.
The days slipped by very monoto-
lously. The voyage was nearly over, and |
he other passengers came and went.
he same dreary round of ocean life.
Once or twice she was on the point of
speaking TO her tyrant, as she now
mentally termed him, but always paused
before she had quite completed the sac
'ifice to her pride. Sac grew to abhor
he very sight of the trustv old can
ain, who seemed inclined to exert to the
ullest extent his prerogative Of guardian
men of his persuasion.
One bright afternoon, when they were
within seven hundred miles of New York.
Hiss Gray came to a sudden conclusion
hat the state of affairs was uncomfortable.
She would have it cut with this young
nan let the consequences be what they
night. Perhaps-she found herself
huddering slightly at the thought-a few
conversation with him might
1spel her illusion and prove him I'M
worthy of the time she was wasting in
linking of him. She paced the deck
lowly, all alone. The passengers were
II down at luncheon, while she, who had
o appetite, remained there, firm in the
esolutiOn to go through with her self
imposed task.
On sudden impulse she neglected to
Urn at the limit of the wheel-house, but
Ontinued her walk round to the rear of
, and, arriving at the railing overlook
lg the stern, whom should she find {
Gaming down over the water in his ha- [
itual graceful attitude, but the object of 1
er quest-the young man of the superb ,
CURE and dropping, golden mustache.
Now those who have made voyage in
modern ocean steamship are quite ia 7