Mower County transcript., 1896-07-08

One young woman, in a beautifully
fitted travelling gown, evidently of the
newest cut and design, stood little
apart from the general group which
surrounded the purser and his assist
ants. She eagerly scanned every face,
and listened attentively to the names
given. Sometimes shade of disap-
pointment crossed her brow, as if she
expected some particular person to pos
sess some particular name which that
particular person did not have. At
last her eyes spark;ed.
my name is Wentworth" said the
young man whose turn twas.
"Ah! any favorite place, Mr.. Went
worth?" asked the purser, blandly, as
if he had known Wentworth all his life.
mo, we don't care where we sit;
but my friend. Mr.. Kenyon. and myself
would like places together"
Every good; you had better come to
my table," replied the purser. mos. %
and 24-Mr. Kenyon and Mr.. Went
worth"
The steward took the cards that were
given him, and placed them to COR
respond with the numbers the purser
had named. Then the young woman
moved gracefully along, as if she were
interested in the names on the table.
She looked at Wentworth's name for a
moment, and saw in the place next to
his the name of Mr.. Brown. She gave
a quick. apprehensive glance around the
saloon, and saw the two young men
who had arranged for their seats at
table now walking leisurely toward the
companionway. She took the card with
the name of Mr.. Brown upon it. and
slipped upon the table another on which
was written: Miss Jennie Brewster"
Mr.. Browns card she placed on the
spot from which she had taken her own.
II hope Mr.. Brown is not particular
which place he occupies" said Miss Jen-
ME, to herself: ''but at any rate shall
see that am early for dinner. and I'm
sure Mr.. Brown. whoever he is, will not
be so ungallant as to insist on having
this place if he knows his card was
here"
Subsequent events proved Miss Jen-
MES surmise regarding Mr.. Browns
Indifference perfectly we'll founded.
That young man searched for his card,
found it, and sat down on the chair op-
posite Miss Jennie. who already occu-
pied her chair. and was, in fact, the first
one at table. Seeing there would be no
unseemly dispute about places, she be-
gan to plan in her own mind how she
would first attract the attention of Mr..
Wentworth. While thinking how best
to approach her victim. Miss Jennie
heard his voice.
Here you are, Kenyon, here are our
places"
Kenyon.
1T doesn't matter" answered Went
worth, and then a thrill of fear went
through the gentle heart of Miss Jennie
Brewster. She had not thought of the
young man not caring which seat he
occupied, and she dreaded the posi-.
. bility of finding herself next to Kenyon
rather than Wentworth. Her first es-
innate of the characters of the two
men seemed to be correct. She always
thought of Kenyon as Bunyan, and she
felt certain that Wentworth would be
the easier man of the two to influence.
The next moment her fears were al
layed, for Kenyon giving a rapid glance
at the handsome young woman. delib-
and Wentworth, with: II beg your par
don," slipped in and sat down on the
chair beside her.
'Now," thought Jennie, with a sigh
of relief, "our positions are fixed for the
meals of thevoyage." She had made her
plans for beginning an acquaintance
with the young man, but they were rem
dered unnecessary by the gallant Mr..
Wentworth handing her the bill of fare.
"Oh, thank you,'' said Miss Jennie, in
a low voice, which was so musical that
Wentworth glanced at her second time
and saw how sweet and pretty and inno-
cent she was.
"I'm in luck" said the unfortunate
young man to himself.
Then he remarked aloud: 1--WE have
not many ladies with us this voyage"
NO." replied Miss Brewster; II sup
pose nobody really crosses at this time
of the year unless compelled to-
II can answer for two passengers that
such is the case." A.%@
"Do you mean yourself as one?"
eyes, myself and my friend"
"How pleasant it must be-" said Miss
Brewster, TO travel with friend. Then
one is not lonely. I, unfortunately, am
travelling alone" -. ,~
Il fancy" said the gallant Went
worth, shat if you are lonely while on
board ship it will be entirely your own
fault" .>~
Miss Brewster laughed silvery little
laugh. II don't know about that" she
said. II am going to that Mecca of all
Americans-Paris. My father is to meet
me there, and we are then going on to
the Riviera together" Gs.s. f
Z "''Ah! that will be very pleasant" said
Wentworth. "The Riviera at this sea,
eOn Is certainlv a place to he desired"