Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-06-28

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anecdotes about those who are sick a
sea.
l supplied ner plate, and launched
into funny story. To my diSmay, she
suddenly arose and left the table-like
wise the saloon, ramming her handker
chief into her mouth, as 1 assumed
to prevent the laughter which must
unbend her dignity, and break down
the icy barrier between us.
For five days her pride-or some
other disposition-buried her in the
sacred secluSion of her state-room. II
was too bad? During those five days
staggered through lively cross-sea
which made walking on deck a very
awkward business: and spent most
of my time reclining In my comfort.
able deck chair.
! 1t now occurred to number of pas
sengers that deck chair was the
thing of all others which they ought
! to have brought on board. The scanty
| accommodation of benches was in.
| adequate for those who wanted to lie
down at full length and sleep 1t off,"
| and the deck was not only non-sybar-
i itic, but offered different anchorage
| those who made their bed on the floor
experienced constant tendency to
slip and slide and roll as the Atalanta
wrestled with the waves. 1t would
| not do.
EnviouS glances We're cast at my
snug chair, which | had moored in a
sheltered corner. Piratical attacks
were made upon that chair whenever
| ventured to quit it for moment.
If l took Il turn to stretch my limbs,
or went below for Il book or an extra
rug, never failed to find on my re-
turn some interloping loafer enSconced
in my nest and pretending to be fast
asleep. | stood good deal of this
and in noble transport of self-sacrl.
flee wandered about like lost dog
But | wouldn't stand it any longer
And didn't
l began to evict the intruders; at
first with great delicacy: Pray, ex.
cuse me! fancy you have mistaken
y
ton: Il regret that l must disturb
you; I'm not feeling very we'll" And
later without ceremony or remorse:
Now, sir: my chair, If you please!'
1t came to this, that I got quite
rusty" and acquired the habit OF fold.
ing up my chair whenever left 1t, af-
fixing thereon a notice: This Chair
Was Brought on Board for the
Owners Use. All Others Keep Away"
This manifesto brought upon me a
great deal of chaff. A petition was
got up, requesting me to take the
chair" at meeting to be held for the
purpose Of denCuncing monopolies. A
band CT young fools serenaded me
with q chorus of CHAR, boys! chair!
He II sleep until tomorrow" and there
We're other attempts at fun almost as
feeble. They kept this up so persist
emily that. being out of sorts through
the rough weather, and also on &C.
count of the prolonged absence of the
girl with the dark grey eyes, l became
as surly as bear
On the sixth day the sea had gone
down good deal, and the saloon ban
quets were better patronized. re-
turned to the deck after capital
luncheon, with one of Clark Russell's
stories under my arm; and l filled my
big pipe as | wandered in the direction
of my chair, intending to enjoy myself
thoroughly. Imagine my rage when /
found the chair absolutely gone! |
rushed up and down the deck until l
observed that every body was burst.
ing with laughter. Suddenly, under
the lee of the captains cabin, l came
upon Millicent Bradley. Her proud
grey eyes We're dim and lusterless, the
full, firm contour Of the face was gone,
and her rich complexion had changed
to putty-color. The self-reliant mouth
sank at the corners and was partly
open, as if she lacked the vital energy
to press her palld lips together.
As l stopped before her and stared
with aStonishment and distress, she
opened her eyelids just another six
teenth of an iuch, and murmured in
the most die-away tone: "Oh, Mr..
Franklin, I'm afraid I've got your
chair. Do take it! Please take ity'
OF course / was instantly at her side,
her to keep the blessed Chair
forever, to wear it for my sake-not
that she showed the slightest disposi.
ton to give it up.
For three days / waited upon her
hand and foot, helped her up and
down the companion stairs, tempted
her with delicacies, told her funny |
stories-not about sea sickness |
poetry TO her-my own, unpublished! |
/ fiirted with her.
And she? oh, it did her good
her up amazingly. She
talked better than photograph, and |
we were all in all to each other. The
doctor was bit of a nuisance, pre-.
Stunning upon his medical privileges,
you understand, aud the captain
pestered US; but got my grip, as wa
used to say when ! rowed in the col.
lege eight. and / pulled right through,
giving them my wash" all the time
And so we drew nearer to Sandy