The Winslow mail., 1897-01-23

the opportunity, and then in all instant
more she realized another opportunity
she would crafty thirst for knowl-
edge. Having helped me to my feet.
she hurried to say:
"I've heard Teddy Catty speak about
you. He said you've been on the stage
yourself. He's awful taken up seeing
that friend OF yours paint, amt he?
He's dead proud of that sister of his
a-painting. Did you know anything
about him before he came on board?
Did you ever see him in the ring?
He's a good clown, real good one.
They say he'll get with Barnum next
likely. There's some fun to him
not all just as if you'd pulled string.
I tell him he ought to go on the stage
comic opera. He can't sing much, but
that don't matter for funny man. I've
been in comic opera some, not princi-
pal, of course, but / can get more with
the Kiralfys and in pantomime over
here, !" with toss Of the head toward
the bow of the ship.
After having dreamed away half a
lifetime in this little world upon the
waters and having all but forgotten
previous states of existence-at the end
of ten days, that is-we anchored off
Queenstown. There, according to ex-
pectation, we met party of pleasant
acquaintance of both sexes, and straight
way we sank-rose?-wer transformed
from the lofty epicene patrons of Teddy
Catty into something perhaps more like
conventional young ladies than some
old fashioned people would suppose pos
sible
1t is strange now to think how unim-
pressively ON this changed mood fell
the news that Teddy Catty at Queens
town had met dark sorrow. A letter
had come telling him his sister was
dead. Not that we were Indifferent
No l remember feeling his bereave-
ment with one of those appalling
thumps of realization that visit most of
us often enough to point the blessing of
our usual 'wadding of stupidity" But,
after all, this heart stopping sensation
-as usual, I think-came rather from
a sudden vision of the tragic conditions
of all life than from direct, simple SYM
pathy with Teddy Catty Poor Teddy
Catty had all at once become very re-
mote little figure, all but invisible, and
there was so much to talk over with our
friends. News was to he heard, expe-
riences were to be exchanged and plans
to be made.
It was relief when his roommate, a
young man-we knew nothing more
about him-came to me and with stam-
mering, misplaced apologies asked if I
thought, if I supposed, that the mis-
sionary would not mind or did think
he would mind ''Does Mr.. Catty
wish to see the missionary" asked,
with a sense Of relief, and went glad
ly to summon him.
The missionary was, as usual, oc-
cupied with his numerous little ones
His wife had been sick throughout the
voyage and had scarcely left her state
room.
He turned his bowed head a little
from me as he listened, as if he were
steeling himself against a personal mis-
fortune.
ho UoSJuS WuoIo Wo 10dVo Ol1,
said to myself as looked upon his pity
moved face.
He came back to me after he had
taken the children to his wife and said,
''If can comfort this poor boy through
the word and love of my Master-there
is no other comfort-I'll not forget it's
to you owe the opportunity y''-there
was self reproach in the missionary
tone. 81 never should have known any
thing about him. "