The Republican., 1891-01-02
"Why, she doesn't belong in New

spitefully. whats the matter with
Chesapeake bay?'
'Well, she's coming next week" said
Mrs. Bisbee, moving away with Harold.
81 had letter from her mother to-day"
81 hope she'll like him." said Ethel,
looking scornfully at Collie in his
steamer chair.
THAT will not do any good" an
swered Gertie; "the other men will all
like her."
"Of course" said Sybil; "we're not
worth two millions, any of u.s."
"And we're not dusky-browns,"
snapped Ethel, caressing a stray raven
lock; "'all cream and coax Humph"
"But she's lovely girl" sighed
Gertie, ''or she was two years ago. l
haven't met her since then. l was at
Cape May. You can't help liking her."
"Oh! yes, l can, and I will decided
Ethel, as they rose to go down to the
water.
The day before this paragon Of heir
esses was expected Phil Partridge In
vited all hands to go sailing on his
sloop. And then he got telegram
which compelled him to go to the city.
But he insisted on their going sailing
just the same. His sailing master would
take them, and they could invite Der
Alte Chaperon to go along as his substi-
tute. That made them laugh. But
they got Collie out of his steamer chair
and took him along just the same. Of
course, he went right down into the
cabin and prepared to go to sleep.
"Bless my soul" exclaimed Mrs. Bis
bee, that's a little too bad. The only
man in the party. l wouldn't stand it,
girls"
''Man" exclaimed Ethel. "Call
that pudding-faced gelatine a man!
Lord forgive us!"'
"Oh, say, Ethel" demonstrated Ger
tie, you ought not to talk like that"
Don't say ought to me. Pm tired
of doing what ought to do"
Ethel was twenty-siX and her skin
was growing yellow under her eyes.
"Go down into the cabin and keep
Der Alte Chaperon awake" suggested
Sybil.
"Do it yourself"
mot such bad idea," said Sybil,
slipping down the companionway.
Collie Beattie was not asleep yet He
sat up and stared as the tall, white girl
came below.
"Awfully good of you, you know" he
murmured.
"Oh, it's not so very good; but what
do you mean?'
II mean your coming down here to
keep me awake" Sybil turned just a
trlfle pink under the ears. Had he been
listening to their conversation on deck?
| 1t must have edited him, she thought
Il came down to keep myself awake" "
she said, hastily, and then added, in
consistently: "Why don't you go on
deck and enjoy the breeze?"
because I can't enjoy the breeze" he
answered.
Its too strong for you, suppose" "
said Sybil, with touch of scorn.
Eyes, much too strong"
makes you chilly"
"Yes, makes me chilly"
might spoil your complexion"
MY what?'
"Your complexion"
"Didn't know l had any,"
"You're as white and pink as baby"
That's true, but don't think that's
much of complexion for a man, you
know"
"Neither do l. should think you'd
get little sunburn on you just from
shame"
Collie laughed. He seemed to be i'm
mensely amused. He had funny way
of being amused at things that didn t
amuse other people. 1t was jolly for
him, but it made the other people an
CRY.
"lf you're going to laugh at my con-
versation I'm going back to the--the
girls" exclaimed Sybil, springing up
the steps.
Collie laughed some more. Then he
stretched himself on the cabin locker
and laughed again. Next he closed his
eyes and smiled. A minute later he
was sound asleep. All the women came
down and looked at him half an hour
later. He didn't seem much to look at.
He had deep lines under his eyes when
he slept, and worn appearance. Yet
they all looked at him and despised
him. He just slept on and didn't mind
it.
valuable person to have on yacht
ing excursion, isn't he?' whispered
Ethel, with a genuine growl in her
pretty voice. "If l had a thing like
that for husband I'd-but I'd never
have one.''
Lets 60 on deck. 1 do believe it's
fallen dead calm" said Mrs. Bisbee
So it had. The Clovers mast was
plumb perpendicular. So were her
mainsail and her jib. The water
looked like molasses. And it was
seething hot. The skipper said there
was going to be squall and sent the
one sailor, boy, aloft to furl the top
sail. The skipper was right There
was going to be squalL Big blue
black clouds were piling up in the
northwest Lightning played around
their lower edges. The skipper said il
would not be bad squall. The Clover
would stand thunder jib and mainsail.
1t came along in a few minutes. You
could see it strike the water over neal
the Connecticut shore. 1t made the sur
face six shades darker. The girls had
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