, 1892-01-17
SUPERSTITION.
JUNE 8.

SE
Late one evening Miss Genevieve Har-
rington, prima donna assoluta of the
Cosmopolitan opera company, accompa-
MED by a very proper and trim French
maid, and a very improper and startling
array of trunks, embarked upon the
great steamship Westmoreland, outward
bound.
Upon the same ship Mr.. Henry Win.
throp set foot some minutes later.
Everybody knew Mile. Genevieve. Her
wonderful voice and her pretty self had
taken the operate world by storm.
Nobody knew Harry-he was only a
tall young man, fresh from college, with
his triumphs all before him.
The very first sensation that Harry
felt on awakening the following morn
ing was one Of much pain.
The upper deck was drenched with
water. Binding sheets of spray were
sweeping over the rails and coursing in
little streams around the bulkhead.
Harry drew his macintosh tighter
around him, and crouching down under
a lifeboat proceeded to light a cigarette.
Match after match sputtered and went
out. At last, after numberless unsuc-
cessful attempts, a light was obtained
and Harry settled down for q comfort
able smoke.
"Ohr"
Harry leaped to his feet. What was
that? With the instinct of an old foot
ball player, he bent down and braced
himself firmly against the davits.
A bundle of waterproofs dashed across
the sloping deck with a rapidity that
would have made a cannon ball ashamed
of its slowness, and precipitated itself
fairly in his arms.
Two hands clasped the sleeve of his
macintosh. He looked down at them.
Very pretty hands they were, small and
white.
BE studied the bundle of waterproofs
more carefully. Yes, without doubt, il
was a woman More than that fact be
could not learn-she was laughing. A
pair of dark eyes looked up at him, then
the lids dropped demurely over them.
"a beg your pardon, sir" he heard the
voice say. 81 hope | have not quite killed
you. II you will release me now, / think
| car get safely back"
Release you, madam said Harry in
u melancholy tone. Release you'll Mol
You would be swept overheard, and /
would never forgive myself. Cling to
me, despite my years | am still strong,
and l will rescue you"
But / don't want to be rescued" per.
sisted the voice. 'Or, If you will, take
my arm instead of my-my waist"
Madam" said Harry, removing his
cap with his u~noccupied hand, forgive
me. In the confusion of the moment
only thought of stopping your mad rush
to destruction. Had you gotten by me
and reached the goal my reputation as
full back would lave been ruined"
A few minutes later they were seated
on the lee side of the cabin out of the
reach Of the wind and spray.
pray let me introduce myself. l an
Harry Winthrop" began that enterpris
ing young person.
"And i am Genevieve Harrington
I've seen you before. One evening no
long g you sat in the right hand boz
of the Cosmopolitan"
Harry smiled benignly. Yes, and
last fall you sat on the tallyho l slid
under when we lost the ball. Isn't il
queer you noticed me, though, in the
theater? Do you know what | was
thinking Off I'd have given my head tc
have known that you knew l was there.
Couldn't throw you any flowers, you
know, because ! didn't have any money
to get them with. Never do have
much"
YES" said Genevieve dreamily, 81
knew you were there. I'll never forget
how afraid 1 was when you threw your.
self under the frightened horses just to
get that miserable football. l was
happy, too, afterward when you won the
game by your long run. Myl How they
did cheer, didn't they?'
Lunch is served for the first table, y
shouted the deck steward, thrusting his
head out of the cabin door.
Harry jumped to his feet. Twill you
let me take you down, Miss Harring.
ton? I'm awfully afraid l have beer
boring you to death, but when | gel
started-won't you pledge friendship
with me in a little champagne2" he said
earnestly. 'Td like to be your friend"
But l never drink anything at ALL"
Neither do laughed Harry. ''Let't
shake hands anyway" Genevieve laid
her hand in his, and the impulsive young
couple went down to dinner.
AS Harry said long afterward, .'tha,
dinner settled it." A few miserable
faced people were at the tables, every
now and then a person would enter the
saloon with the grim determination tc
get through that meal or die.
But they did neither. Nature would
mercilessly assert its sway. and they
Ruckle.'s ArnIca saIve