The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1897-08-18
HELEN'S ORDERS.


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The day Jack Hartford sailed for
Europe he was too much excited over
the pleasant anticipation of his first
ocean voyage to remember very dis
tinctly the numerous parting words
showered on him by the members of
the assembly" to which he belonged,
and who waved the club colors until
the great ship had swung far out into
the stream.
From the midst of "Bring me back
bit of the Blarney stone" and
Don't forget to chip piece of wood
from Yale's training quarters" and
sundry other reminders of what he
was to do for his friends, the soft
voice of Helen Jackson still murmured
in his ear: 81 will be so disappointed
il you don't see the Prince of Wales.
1t would hardly seem right for the
president of the prince of Wales As
sembly' to go abroad and not see the
royal good fellow for whom the club
was named"
'It is all very well to tell fellow
to see the Prince of Wales, but as do
not expect to be presented at court,
and may find my short visit even more
expensive than / have planned, l
can't exactly see how am going to
hobnob with royalty even to please
Helen" thought Jack as he went to
the hold to see if his bicycle was all
right.
Jack Hartford had been left an Or
phan at u, with the prospect of fair
inheritance when he came of age.
His little patrimony had but the week
before been handed over to his keep
ing, and the first use to which he had
put the surplus interest was to pur-
chase steamship ticket, the dream of
his life having always been to see the
countries of the old world
OF business in practical sense
Jack knew nothing; he had had the
regulation school and college training;
he was popular in society, which fact
was attested by his continued presi-
dency of the "Prince of Wales As
sembly," village organization de-
vised solely for amusement, and to
which all the young people of New
burg belonged.
When the gong for luncheon sound
ed Jack discovered that even the
novelty of first voyage had not the
power to destroy very vigorous ap-
petite.
Seated next to him was a bluff, but
good natured Englishman, who or
dered the most surprising dishes Of
fowl and cabbage, much to the secret
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disgust of lady opposite, whose pale
face warned her companions that her
place would be vacant much of the
voyage.
By night the ship was pitching and
tossing like nutshell in millrace.
A cyclone that had been threatening
to strike the coast had fulfilled the
promise Of the weather bureau, and
dining saloon, music room and deck
were deserted.
Jack enjoyed the excitement, and
though pitying the sufi'erings Of those
less fortunate in the matter of health,
could not help being amused. Steady
ing himself as best he could, he made
his way about 6 o'clock to the smok-
ing room, trusting and hoping that his
cabbage" friend was as good sailor
as he looked to be.
True to his own estimate of himself,
the Englishman was comfortably en-
sconced in one Of the great leather
chairs, placidly enjoying pipe.
slow now, my young friend?" he
exclaimed, in what Jack inwardly
dubbed "his fat voice" "Don't be-
gin to feel little squiffy, eh?"
81 feel like top, and scarcely need
to remark that you, too, are undis-
turbed by the storm. 1t makes me
think of football game,' gasped
Jack
"Better sit down before you get q
broken arm," came the bluff invita-
ton.
"You spoke Of football. That's nc
kind of game" was the abrupt in,
PRODUCTION to the conversation begun
as soon as Jack was seated and the
steward had done his duty in the
matter Of another bottle. "Cricket il
the only game for men to play"
Now, this w@s too much for Jack
with his American love for all thingi
American, and the discussion ON col
lege sports aad athletics waxed ho
and furious until the dinner goni
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