The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-08-03


from the fog itself. "They are like
enchantment, the fog is their garment
of invisibility. mean to get out my
things and photograph them"
Splendid idea, cried Lena, they're
not exactly pleasant travelling COM
panions; they keep no watch and
sound no fog-horn, but it would be
nice to have their photograph for a
memento."
The engine had been reversed, and
now the ship was Just creeping along,
amidst the phalanx CT bergs that kept
appearing and disappearing; and
Ariadne had to be supported back to
her chair by her devoted lord, who
was only too ready to sit down and
console her and leave the icebergs to
their own devices.
ave have lost several hours by this
contretempts," she complained, as the
last peak of ice was lost in the dis
lance.
at seems to me-" he answered, with
tender disapproval, "that We have
made SO MANY hours. instead of los
ing them. / have gained so much
more of your society"
"Well, you are Ingenious; it never
occurred to me to look at the icebergs
as an unmixed blessing"
"a blessing in disguise. Shortly
after, however, they experienced an
other blessing, when the screw broke,
and the calm weather allowed no
Roadway to be made There was the
usual fretting among the passengers,
and the constant watching for a pass.
ing steamer; but otherwise, life on
board went ON pretty much as before,
meals were served with regularity,
ring toss went forward with the same
persistency, cards were in requsition,
people fiirted and danced and sang,
and read their novels, and tried to
appear as if nothing had happened, Or
was likely to happen. And one morn
ing they signalled an inward bound
steamer. which took them in tow, and
few days later their convoy took
pilot on board and home was close at
hand.
.sWe have had so many experiences
together" said Ariadne's lord, chat
feel as if had always known you"
"If we could only have had q ship
wreck" sighed Ariadne, ga perfectly
safe shipwreck, you know, but lots of
romance"
"To be sure, if we could have been
cast away on desert island-how
anxiously 1 would have risked my
neck to find edible birds nests for
you"
"I'm almost sorry it didn't hap
pen"
There was dance in the saloon
that last evening, and Ariadne and
her lord had the star-lighted deck
pretty much to themselves. They
strolled lazily back and forth, or
watched the rival dance in the steer
age, or they hung over the taffrail
and sang snatches of sea songs and
spoke softly of the reflections of the
stars in the water.
Diamonds are not SO beautiful, !"
she said
sDo you like diamonds?" he asked.
"Like them! dote on them. They
include the hues ard splendor of ali
other gems"
"Let me show you some, then"
and from one of those countless peck
cts with which the masculine being
seems always to be provided, he
brought forth O. handful of jewels,
which lay in his palm as if whole
galaxy OF stars had fallen there.
"Oh," cried Ariadne, "what splen-
DOR"
"They are heirlooms," he explained;
'they have been in the family for gen.
erations."
''They have been taken from their
old-fashioned settings years ago. l
have fancy for having them reset. in
America
81 never saw anything SO superb.
It's as if the skies had fallen. wish
Margaret and Elinor could see them.
They rave so over diamonds"
would you Like to shew them to
your friends?"
"Wouldn't II" with emphasis.
"Do me a favor" he said, shutting
them into tiny box. "Keep them
for me till one day l will call on you in
Boston and. claim them-and perhaps
something more precious yet, besides. !"
"How dare you trust me with such
treasures?"
~ have trusted more precious things
to you than jewels" he murmured-
and then Lena joined them.
The next day was full of the hustle
of arrival, packing and getting ready
to leave. Dowdy looking women sud-
denly sailed upon deck in the latest
Paris styles, looking like strangers and
foreigners; fussy women were watch
ing the trunks that were being hoisted
from the hold. for fear that their bag
gage had been left behind in Liverpool;
the custom house officers interviewed
the passengers in the saloon, and
everybody was excited with the long
delayed prospect of dry land and
home. Ariadne only caught a glimpse
of her lord, that morning, in the dis
lance, between the exactions of the
toilette and packing, and then the
tender came along side, and took
them off, and steamed up TO the GUS
tom house. Ariadne was a little cha
grined then that her lord did not come
and speak to her, and take the va
cant seat in her neighborhood on the
tender; but he was smoking-no
doubt that accounted for it-but
why need he smoke just now? The
hobbledehoy was talking brisk
ly to Lena, and joking her about
the customs and her dutiable fal-lals.
Then while she was wondering about
it, they were already ashore, and the
custom house officers were already
overhaullng baggage, ard friends were
crowding around and telling the news
and still she had not had a word with
her lord. Just then a cheerful voice
behind her said, "Lord Kingsbury!
You here in America. Glad to see
you."
EYES," replied Kingsbury, in such
familiar tones as froze the marrow in
Adriadne's bones, so to speak. 81
came over for few weeks shooting
out west" and looking over her shout
der she saw an elderly gentleman snak-
ing the hobbledehoy by the hand.
A1iadne turned pale and sat down on
the nearest trunk. "Did you know OF
this?" she asked, turning to Lena.
mo-" replied Lena, quite as white
as herself. "He told me his name was
Jerome Effingham, and it was engrav-
ed on his watch"