The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1894-09-07


Early one morning no was standing
looking modify to leeward, when he
| suddenly became aware that Miss Len
nox had come on deck and was leaning
against one of the doors of the covered
stairway. Their eyes met. She blush
ed deeply, made a half hesitating move
| ment of her head-which might have
meant a morning salutation or might
not-and turned away. But Carew
took steps toward her.
lone moment, Miss Lennox," he
said in an odd voice. Twill you tell
me why you have avoided me so persis-
tently during the last few days?"
avoided your" she stammered awk-
wardly enough. "Oh-I, really-not at
all. But-but" -
Carew smiled slowly, but his lips
were pale. 81 beg your pardon, he
said quietly. Then he lifted his cap
and walked away.
AS he did so he saw one of the male
passengers grinning from behind an
abnormally large cigar. He did not
pitch the youth overheard, but he could
have done so with pleasure.
After this little episode, Carew was,
if possible, more ostracised than ever.
Only the captain treated him with COM
parative cordiality. But as the days
went on he, too, became less kind, es-
pecially after one forenoon when he
opened to Carew the matter in hand.
The young man cut him short at once.
81 don't care to discuss the thing.
You can believe what your passengers
seem to believe, or you can let it alone.
It is nothing to me-"
Captain North shrugged his shoulders
and walked off. Carew laughed. His
laugh was short, though, and bitter.
If this suspected young man had been
anybody in particular it is possible
they might not have been so hard upon
him. But as he was simply George
Carew, with nothing beyond an average
good looking face and well set up figure
to recommend him, and as, moreover,
his clothes had look of having seen
better days and were by no means of
the latest cut, he was clearly not an ac-
quaintance to be regretted.
At dinner that night Carew found
himself next small, gray clad young
woman, with pale, serious face and a
smooth, birdlike head of dark brown
hair. She had also, as he absently
noted, exquisitely shaped hands. He
had never entered into conversation
with the little woman; indeed he had
hardly been aware of her existence be-
yond hearing the captain address her
once or twice as Miss Neville.
AS he took his seat beside her tonight,
however, she said in low, clear voice,
GOOD evening, Mr.. Carew."
1t was SO many days since any of the
lady passengers had addressed him at
all that he actually started.
ST beg your pardon?" he said.
st only said good evening"" the girl
in gray made answer, looking up at
him with little smile.
Then he noticed that her teeth were
very pretty and her eyes very satisfac-
tory indeed. Before he had time to
speak, she went on 1.-THE captain says
that before many days we shall be in
the bay of Biscay. have not crossed
it since I was little child. suppose
it will be frightfully rough?"
81 think it is more than likely" he
answered, gazing steadily at his plate.
Whereupon they drifted into a sub
dued, friendly conversation which last
ed till the end of the meal. Carew was
not a particularly soft hearted fellow,
but it touched him strangely-this I'M
looked for partisanship. 1t gave him
queer, unwonted lump in his throat
and made him feel womanish, which
annoyed him.
Next morning he saw the girl in gray
on deck. She was standing quite still,
watching the screaming sea birds that
flew and dipped astern. Her pale, seri-
GUS little face already seemed to him
like the face of friend. AS he passed
her with slight bow she turned. held
out her hand and babe him u CHEEKY
good morning, supplementing it by
some trifing remark regarding the
weather. He stopped, answered her
and stood beside her for minute or
two. Then he flung away his cigar
and leaned his arm on the railing
His companion scanned his face
swiftly and covertly. She thought he
looked dispirited, and she felt for him,
for she was tender hearted little
woman.
They talked on Indifferent subjects
until luncheon and repeated the process
between that meal and dinner and also
in the evening And so it came to pass
that Carew began to look upon this
small, gray clad creature as his one
friend in all his present world. He
learned a great deal about her from her
half unconscious confdences--among
other things that her Christian name
was Joyce, and that she was an orphan,
and that she had known trouble. But
she learned little or nothing about him.
The Cobra touched at Corunna, where
one or two Englishmen came on board.
Then came the redoubtable bay of Bis.
cay.
On the night they left Corunna there
was q glorious moon, under the rays OF
which Miss Neville and Carew were
walking up and down on deck.
The steamer was rolling great deal,
and he had offered her his arm which