The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-10-16

CHAPTER II.
The weather remained uncertain for
the rest of the voyage. Nothing could
induce Mabel to leave her cabin, but
Norah now that she was able to go on |
deck, was perfectly happy. Daily she
got to like the shy, reserved man more, |
almost in spite of herself, and the name,
Mr.. Peters," seemed to come quite as a |
matter of course to her lips. Whenever
she wanted a chair carried, a book |
fetched-in short, anything-he was al
ways at hand to do it-a perfect slave to
her slightest wish. Yet Norah had to
acknowledge to herself again and again
that, though they were always eagerly
accepted, it was she herself who pro-
posed each game of chess or cards, each
walk on deck.
At Malta they had taken up another
passenger-a very young man, possessed
of Photographic camera, who divided
his time between photographing. every
available object and casting longing eyes,
tempered with signs, at Norah.
One sunny afternoon, the last day of
the voyage, Mr. Peters had accepted her
challenge to beat him at chess, and they
had settled into a comfortable sheltered
corner. He played well, and the fight
was hard one. The girl was sitting
quite still, with her eyes bent en- the
game, trying to see her way out of a
complication, with her adversary at the
other side of the table looking fixedly at
her, oblivious of everything. when sort
of yell of triumph close by made them
both start.
"You always refuse 70 fSt me photo
graph you," called on the malicious
youth in a joyful voice. lana now I've
just taken you bot: beautifully. You
shall see ii in a moment" and still speak
ing he disappeared below.
Norah. however, seemed in no way to
mind and did not even notice her com
pan!on's look of annoyance or the care
lessaess CT his next move, which enabled
her to win the game at once.
Then she slowly took UP the chessmen
ard dropped them enc by enc into the
wooden box.
This. suppose, will be our last
game" she said, breaking the silence.
YES" he answered with a sigh. 1.-The
last day at sea. the last game at. chess,
the end of everything"
But perhaps we shall meet in Con-
stantinople," said Norah in low voice
as she pushed the lid on with little taps.
II don't think SO. Wei mean /
shall not stop at Constantinople this
time"
"Whers are you goingf" she asked.
locking up.
THAT do not know yet. India or
even China-the farther the better per-
haps. Shall | carry the chessboard
down.
i king them from her, he stood fer a
moment irreselute. then began in low,
nervous voice. Miss Foster, may say
something to your
But before Norah had time to answer
up darted tho youth again. "Oh, look,
Miss Foster!' he cried. "They are sim
ply splendid Look at this oner and
sitting down in the now vacant seat next
her he held up the dark outline of her.
self and Mr.. Peters seated each side of
the chess table.
Fate, fater' murmured Mr.. Peters to
himself as he wandered TO the side of the
ship and gazed at the foaming white
track nlo,yea ont of the intense h,ue
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