The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-09-02
ANAMERIC - AspIRANT
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JENNIE BuLrA l|E WATERBURY
Copyright. $685., by J.B.Lippincott Co.
JENNIE BULnAFlls'ysy WATERBURY,
CHAPTER l.


elements into dangerously perverse COM
modities could have imagined-had
nauseated consciousness permitted
them to turn their patient eyes aside
from the monotonous horizon of stormy
sky and heaving sea-that the bright
figure in the doorway of the ladies' sa-
loon exemplifed a reckless would be
gambler in nineteenth century methods
The figure was supple, girlish and
dashing. 1t was too, essentially lady
like. Like scarlet breasted robin perch
ed on twig, it stood swinging itself
lightly on two tiny reef. It's chin was
thrown up. Its two large bright eyes
mastered amusedly the pathetic avowal
of the wind swept deck, with it's row of
unlucky passengers. Obviously their
reasoning was struggling against the
saddening conviction of the poverty of
science in general where seasickness was
the cause in particular The superb
sweep of wind swept ocean wildly tossed
higher and higher as the clements roar
ed responsively to the kiss of the on
coming storm, picturesquely eMphasiz-
ing the maxim that what was poison to
the seasick was meat to that bright on
locker.
With glad little sigh of joy the girl
stepped over the threshold of the saloon
and stood lightly out on deck. With an
irrepressible laugh of mischievous sat
isfaction two fur gloved hands We're lift
ed to settle more firmly golf cap Oh
neatly coifed head. Then the hands
were plunged deeply into the pockets
of Redfern ulster. Priscilla set forth,
head bent forward, shoulders thrown for
ward, limbs sternly self controlled, for
battle with the wind. The solitary
figure paced the deck for some moments
unmolested and undisturbed. The sea-
sick passengers turned uneasily, shifted
fretfully, groaned Enthusiastically, and
finally one by one crept, shivering.
weather beaten pack of towards, below.
Priscilla was left alone. The little
figure paced to and fro A vivid color
had sprung into the pale cheeks. The
brown clear eyes were alight The storm
Kissed and reared The sea gulls
screamed. The screw, like a giant heart
beat, thudded out it's dutiful, monot-
onous throb.
81 beg your pardon. How stupid Of
me! beg your pardon.
"1t's nothing said Priscilla men
daciously. Her hat was awry; her
hands had been swiftly pulled from
their pockets to ward off an unexpected
force which had descended upon her
like an avalanche. She was swaying,
laughing and blushing, protesting, but
impotent, III the arms Of a complete
stranger-a man with strong, kind,
beardless face and pair of honestly re-
pentant eyes.
81 did not see you" explained Pris-
ella. "My head was down.
So was mine beg your pardon"
The stranger lifted his cap. His hair
was crisp. curly and cut very short. He
was we'll set up. He had pair of mag
nifcent broad shoulders. Altogether he
looked desirable acquaintance
Priscilla sighed Only the night be-
fore, in the sitting room of all imposing
New York mansion in Fifty fifth street,
she had been holding forth, to ring of
tiers, on her pet hobby
eff / had the world to make over"
she said-like most youthful and aspir-
| ing maidens Priscilla was guilty of
badly proportional ambitions |
had the world to make over, l should
Danish introductions -
"Because?" Tom had questioned.
Tom was the red haired one. His fam
| lily had denominated him the "interro-
cation point"
Because" Priscilla had answered,
in her fresh, unstudied voice, "because
l consider, since we are all of us God S
creatures, introductions are bad form,
ferociously bad form. " Priscilla was
wont to be trife exaggerated "But
then what is the use of adverbs if not
to employ them?" she retorted, airly,
when reprimanded, to which original
query no member of her adoring family
had as yet discovered an adequate re-
| Spouse.
''Why 'bad form?' y asked Harry.
cts on the face of it, I" cried Priscil-
la. Democracy is our portion Why
assume an aristocracy of manners when
we are free country and are supposed
to ignore caste and to refute defunct is
sues?'
"Why, indeed?'' chimed in Harry.
lie hadn't the slightest idea what Pris-
ella was driving at, but then she
was dear - and for some time he
had advised his parents to let her "have
her head, " SO he repeated noncommit-
tally, "Why, indeed?"
Today Priscilla remembered the little
conversation. Last night already seemed
a long way off. She Rugged the aatter-
ing JUNCTION to her soul at this highly
opportune moment that her family had
agreed with her in her broad views.
Her conscience therefore was perfect
ly free from shadow of guile as she
looked up innocently in her companions
face and questioned with natural
curiosity born of the moments loneli-
ness and the rich promise Of future in
unknown lands, "Going abroad:''
"Obvioasly," answered the man,
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