The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1897-10-30

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the waves of molten gold the kind
friends who would cover her from the
world? We didn't see anything like
that. | do not even remember anybody
who stood on the deck for a last look at
Fire island and a chance to exclaim
Farewell, my native landl' Most of
them seemed like Vi to be going over
for the first time, and, also like us, try
ing by their easy manners, nautical
talk and elaborate array of steamer
chairs, steamer caps and steamer nov
els to be giving the impression that
crossing the Atlantic was an expert
ence as familiar as riding on horse cars.
Mrs, Wallis and | had finished u
educations, such as they were, long ago.
We had no misery to escape. MRS.
Wallis husband was dead, and mine
was to be got. } So as we had no roman
tic roles to play we began our voyage
with the utmost conventionality. We
wrote as impressive looking letters as
anybody and gave them to the pilot
when he left us. Mrs. Wallis was to
her housekeeper, and mine to Susie
Messersmith, telling her she might rid
my horse while was away, but noboo
knew that they were not the longed fo'
last words to some bereaved devotee.
And after that ceremony we were
fairly off.
The sea was as calm as it usually is
between the months of May and Sep
TENDER, and there was no excuse for
-a-r.I,@,n 80 Al. -n.t 80 a-,ENlr r~
we walked tho decks and posed as old
sailors in the possession of stomachs
whose self possession had never been
called into question.
AS Mrs. Wallis and l strolled along
arm in arm trying to think of some
sensible and ladylike remark that would
be open sesame to the captains atten
ton and favor we noticed a gentleman
who was walking in the other direc-
ton, but upon Jul line, and who conse-
quently met us at every turn.
Watch him take in your feet, " Mrs.
Wallis said hatteringly. If there is one
thing that | do pride myself upon, il
is my feet. They were looking unusual,
ly we'll that day, as l had realized the
conspicuousness of shoes on a deck
promenade.
He was a tall, dark man with 6
twisted mustache and almost sterr
black eyes, just that masterful sort Of
eyes that women past their early girl.
hood and who have lived in the world
are fond Of. Poor innocents, when they
are young they can find a master in al
most any sort of a man. There was
nothing bold looking about the prone
nader. but he gave US side glances thai
did not mean utter Indifference.
HE must be somebody. Mrs. Wallis
said, because you see he is an Italian
or a Spaniard or something, and il
those countries the middle and lower
classes do not look like gentlemen. III
wager you something he is a count al
the very least"
"Poufv' And l blew my lips on
with scorn, but still some of the air cas-
ties that had kept in reserve since m,
early girlhood for those seasons whel
my DEVISED admirers did not suit me O.
I had O and which had arisen lik'
magic when we began to talk of Europe
went yisionlike before me. Countess
sSunueu SWEEP III my ears. COunC
prince, whatever he might be, he Ger
tainly was interested in us. Not tina
he presumed in the least, but when We
went on deck the second morning on
steamer chairs were stretched in tn,
pleasantest place, with our rugs com
fortably adjusted, and the steward, al
he brought ua a basket Of fruit, men
toned that "the gentleman" had order
ed it brought up as soon as we took pos
session Of the chairs. We ate the fruit
and let the steward continue to thinl
that he in some sort belonged to us, al
though we had not exchanged a singh,
word. That evening it began to blow,
and the swell tossed the ship about in
most uncomfortable manner. We die
not stay up to see how many real ole
travellers there were among the pretend
ers, but ANONYMOUSLY retreated to tn
seclusion which the cabin grants. Thu
light was just struggling in through tn
round window of our stateroom tn
next morning when the stewards