Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1896-11-19

eyebrows as he noticed the amount
, and with low whistle, said to himself
! Five hundred dollars! Iwonder wha
! game Jennie Brewsters up to now"
CHAPTER II.
The last bell had rung. Those wht
, were going ashore had taken their de
parture. Crowds of human beings clus
tered on the pier head and at the larg,
doorways of the warehouse which stood
, open on the steamer wharf AS the
big ship slowly backed out there wa.
a futtering of handkerchiefs from the
mass on the pier, and an answering
flutter from those who crowded along
the bulwarks of the steamer The tug
slowly pulled the prov of the vessel
around, and ct last the engines of the
steamship began their pulsating throbs
-throbs that would vibrate night and
day until the steamer reached an older
world. The crowd on the pier became
more and more indistinct to those on
board, and many of the passengers
went below, for the air was bitterly
cold, and the boat was forcing its way
down the bay among huge blocks of
ice.
Two, at least, of the passengers had
taken little interest in the departure
They were leaving no friends behind
them, and were both setting their faces
toward friends at home.
Let us go down." said Wentworth
to Kenyon, land see that we get seats
together at table before all are taken"
Very good" replied his companion,
and they descended to the roomy
saloon, where two long tables were al
ready laid with an ostentatious display
of silver, glassware and cutlery, which
made many. who looked on this wilder
| ness of white linen with something like
dismay, hope that the voyage would be
smooth, which, as it was a winter pas
sage, there was every chance it would
not be. The purser and two of his as
sistants sat at one of the shorter tables
with a plan before them, marking off
the names of passengers who wished
TO be together, or who wanted some
particular place at any of the tables.
The smaller side tables were still un-
covered, because the number of passen-
gers at that season of the year was
comparatively small. AS the places
were assigned, one of the helpers to the
purser wrote the names of the passen-
gers on small cards, and the other put
the cards on the tables.
One young woman, in 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
urrtr- ves--=a-eceJ,lv scanped every faca-.
given. Sometimes a 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 sparkled.
"My name is Wentworth" said the
young man whose turn it was.
"Ah! any favorite place, NJ. Went
worth?" asked the purser, blandly, as
if he had known Wentworth all his life.
NO, 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. %
anu Et-lhT. eliN 2hA'
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 n
moment, and saw in the place next to
his the name of Mr.. Brown. She gave
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 1t, and
slipped upon the table another on which
was written: 'Nliss Jennie Brewster"
Mr.. Browns card she placed on the
spot from which she had taken her own.
81 hope Mr.. Brown is not particular
which place he occupies" said Miss Jen-
ME, to herself; ''but at any rate 1 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 well 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"
(Which is mine?" said the voice of |
Kenyon.
"It doesn't matter" answered Went |
worth, and then 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 n rapid glance
at the handsome young woman, delib-
erately chose the seat farthest from her,
and Wentworth, with: "Ibeg your par
don," slipped in and sat down on the
chair beside her.
"Now," thought Jennie, with sigh
of relief, "our positions are fixed for the
meals of the evoyage." 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 a second time
and saw how sweet and pretty and inno-
cent she was.