Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1889-10-03


him. He is lively and full Of fun, AM
good looking, and all that, but don
think / should always have my wa.
with him he's what L call masterfu
sort of man when there is no question
of his becoming my master, but wheI
there is it alters the ca altogether
Mr.. Vine is nice, too, in different sor
of way. He hasn't great deal to say
for himself, but he is sensible and hon
est, and he has the good taste to admire
me great deal, and l think if | mar
ried him should have my own way
entirely"
81 am not quite sure about that, .
/ Eleanor Metcalf replied. You adj
mitted he was sensible, you know, and
have a suspicion he could be obstinate
If he liked.
Her friend paid no attention to the
interruption.
"They are both good matches" she
went on. Captain Seymour is heir to
. baronetcy and good estate. Mr..
Vine is with his father in business as a
China merchant, and the captain said
the other day he is one of the largest
merchants in the city, and is rolling in
money. Well, if you are ready, Flea
nor, we will go up on deck.
&C have been ready for the last half
hour, the other said, smiling. g 1t Is
always the same. You seem to be
dressed as soon rs | am, and yet, some
how, you waste half an hour before you
are ready to come on deck"
The girls we're passengers in p. and
~ - Il Z
They we're both under the charge of the
captain. Mabel was going out to join
an uncle, who was n merchant there,
and Eleanor to keep house for her
father, the Colonel of an English regi-
ment of the garrison. Mabel was strik-
ingly pretty, and was full of high spirits
She had been good deal in Portsmouth
society, and was well known in the gar
rison as an arrant and determined little
flirt. She could have married over and
over again hal she chosen, but she had
not, as she frankly allowed, any inten-
ton whatever of tramping over the
world ms a subaltern's wife. Eleanor
Metcalf was o slight girl with quiet
manner, and although her face was by
no means striking, it was one that grew
upon you, and before they had been
fortnight mt sea the. were many Of the
passengers who preferred it greatly to
the bright and changeable prettiness OF
Mabel Featherstone.
Good morning, young ladies', the
captain said, as they stepped upon the
deck. . began to think that you were
not going to appear until breakfast
time"
d No breeze, / see, captain" Mabel
said, looking around with a little ges
ture of di, content; another broiling |
Gay, Il suppose.
"We shall have it presently" the
captain said there is dark line creep |
ing up from the stern"
"There is that horrid shark behind
there still, Mabel said, as she glanced |
over the side. Z" He has been keeping
close to US for the last two days. do
wish, captain, that you would either
catch him, shoot him, poison him, OF
something"
Well, you see, Miss Featherstone,
we have tried hard to catch him, but the
fellow won't look at our bait"
"Good morning, Captain Seymour f;
you been upl"
About two hours, Miss Featherstone.
You should really come up earlier; the
early mornings are delightful"
"The days are quite long enough,
Captain Seymour too long, if anything.
/ have no desire to extend them"
Miss Featherstone strolled away to
the stern with Mr.. Vine.
Captain Seymour made no attempt to
follow the pair, but walked up and down
by himself until, upon the captain be-
ing called away on business, Miss Met
calf seated herself, and then he dropped
into chair beside her, a method of
proceeding which, as that young lady
was perfectly well aware, had for the
last fortnight been a very usull one
with him. They had been talking for
. few minutes, when they were inter
rupted by sharp, sudden cry and a
loud exc amation In a mans voice, fol-
lowed instantly by the shout of the
helmsman, "Man overheard " Cap
tain Seymour leaped to his feet and
looked at the stern. Mabel Feather
stone, who had sat on the rail was no
longer there. Mr. Vine was standing
with his arms thrown up. Two springs
took Captain Seymour to the stern.
There, tossing in the white water, was
the figure of girl.
My God, cant swim " burst from
the lips of the man beside him.
Captain Seymour hesitated for a mo-
ment. 1t was not the water that he
feared, but the thought that flashed
across him of the black triangular fin
that had followed the ship for the last
TWO days. Then he turned and caught
he life buoy from the pin on which it
hung. A hand was laid on his shout
Ter.
"Don't 60"
must. God bless you, and with
! glance at Eleanor Metcalf he spranc
IN to the rail and dived overheard