The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-04-17

was a hideously suggestive sound, food
was loathsome to think of. For thirty
eight hours she lay without undressing on
her berth. Finally. in despair, she re-
toilette finished she heard tap at her
door. 1t was the maid with glass of
milk, and near her stood Mr.. Bangs.
You are up. are you? Take this glass
of milk and come out on deck and think
you'll get over it when you get breath of
fresh air. Where's your shawl? 1t won't
do to go without that.
Taking it from the maid he wrapped it
carefully around her and pinned it closely
under her chin. while she, weak from
exhaustion, submitted quietly, feeling
that she would never again have strength
enough to resist anything.
As she walked the narrow deck side in
front of him be held her arm and said
cheerfully: IN try to save the shawl if
you go overheard"
She laughed and said: you're a SYM
pathetic person. / wish you'd get sick"
81 never do. Besides, it doesn't do to
sympathize in such a case; it only makes
it worse"
She felt better for the fresh air, and that
was the last touch of seasickness she had.
Not SO with her poor old lady; hers was
the kind that kept her lying down all the
time, so that virtually Fanny was without
chaperone. And she and Mr.. Bangs fell
into a tacit comradeship. They dined
together sat on the deck together, and in
the long talks they had he told her his
entire history, even to his present salary.
Told her of his religion, or rather lack of
it. his tastes. and limited at his hopes
She, womanlike, never quite as contding
as a man under like circumstances. did
not tell him half as much as he did her,
but gave him the impression she
had. In reconsidering the matter
long afterward he found he knew but
three things absolutely about her-where
she lived; what her name was, and
that she was Charles cousin. And that
last fact was not altogether pleasing.
strangely enough, when he recalled the
tenderness with which he had kissed her
goOd-by and recommended her so earn
estiy 10 his care. He concluded finally
that he never had thought much of
Charlie, a second-rate sort of fellow, but
women were such fools where men were
concerned
The trip had been perfect and the
weather lovely, except one day it had
rained. The last evening on board had
come. and Mr.. Bangs had said at sumner :.
Come on. early tonight. This is our last
evening"
Fanny looked at him TRANQUILITY, and
sad; We'll, If can" ignoring the re-
greet expressed by his voice
"You know there is nothing to prevent
if You want to come" he said quickly. in
hurt tone
But the captain promised should have
peep through his glass. and l never had
such an opportunity before"
Now this same captain, though middle
aged. married man, and only kind as an
acquaintance of Charles had made him
| impatient on several occasions when he
had wished 70 monopolize Fanny himself.
He said no more, but turned and walked
! forward. She looked after him and smiled
little, disappeared into her stateroom
but soon emerged with her shawl. and her
scarf on her head, evidently prepared for
an evening on deck.
She took the direction Mr.. Bangs had
and when on deck found him invisible. but
she knew II was not worth while TO hunt
him up as he was certain to appear.
mans interest in 4 woman is half habit
and when away from his regular occuua-
ton he Is more dependent on her than
she on him for entertainment. Dur ne
the voyage he had become used 10 her
society and relied on il 70 save him from
the very thing he had anticipated il would
| bring him, horedomi
- she seated herself near two old ladies
whose acquaintance she had made and was
soon taking pleasantly with them,
Soon voice at her ear said softly
There are two nice seats just around here ;
will YOU Gomez"
She arose, ana with . word of excuse TO
the old ladies followed him. She found
HIM little sulky and he didn't seem in
cIlned 10 talk much. This she ignored.
while calmly pointing cut the planets 70
him.
He said: Il suppose they are fine sight
through the captains glass"