The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-04-09

tire of such music.
Nellie Marston shrugged her shoulders and
laughed.
Another Of your pretty speeches." she
said, smiling. But l fraid they make
less impression upon ne than they used to
do: you see, one grows blase of all things IN
time, even compliments. Yes. am very tired
of playing, and 1 mean to go up on deck with
Hilda. I'm sure she will come.
A tall girl, who had been sitting on a
lounge near, turning over the leaves of an
old Graphic, got up and joined Nellie at the
piano.
Yes, let us go up by all means, Nell" she
said with well-concealed yawn. Madame
is deep in bezique, so We will not ask her to
join US this time.
There was a great silver moon floating in
such a blue-black, spangled velvet dome, as
is only found in the warm, sunny southern
ATTITUDES; the lay like a broad silver
white deck of the good ship Tantalus, and
behind was a mik-white- track across the
waters, where the foam of her screws still
lay On the surface.
The night breeze was soft and warm, and
as the two girls paced up and down the deck,
arm-in- arm Hilda, throwing back her head,
with it's crown of ripping chestnut hair,
declared that she could smell the sweet.
spicy odor of some distant island waited
family on the seabreeze that blew across
their faces.
Nell laughed skeptcally but her friend
went on, quickly
4 shall appeal to him, my dear; he seems
to be off duty, so even 1 dare worry him
now"
likely you can smell the spice trees, my
dear young lady-the scent carries far some
times at sea, especially in such fine weather
as this Which of you was giving concert
down in the saloon just noW?"
It was Nell who replied
II suppose I must plead guilty, Captain
Lane But it is slow work playing alone;
and, just fancy! out of all the passengers,
not one can play anything except old Mr..
Tsy,or. who has had his cello raked up from
below to help me. But he is not much of a
performer, after ALL
..Why not ask Grant to bring his fiddle
beg pardon, violin? He's f1rst-class hand
certs on our voyages; only he never touches
his fiddle until he is asked
..Mr Grant? Isn't he the" asked Hlda;
hut the captain broke in
s.Grant is my first officer, and, when he is
off duty he's always ready to lend hand to
pass the time with the passengers, Miss Fa-
Hilda laughed laugh that showed two
rows Of perfect White teeth, between we'll
curved red lips.
.I fancied that Sailors when not on duty,
spent their time down in those funny little
berths enjoying well-earned repose, Sleep
ing peacefully" she said, jestingly.
.eThen YOU make mistake, young lady!
And it's surprising how many mistakes land
folk can make about sailors and their ways
A man wants a double stock of patience very
often when he has to listen to all the
ridiculous questions he has put to him dur
ing the first few days of voyage I, for my
mart. keep as far out of reach as I possibly
can assure you.
ives. we observed you did," said Hilda
With a smile of sweet candor and note of
teasing in her voice.
Cantain Lane was a white-haired man of
.;s1tv short, heavily built and burnt almost
~ 11iIda Faversham, tall, fair, upright, and
raceful with CLEAN Of latent wickedness
sslmetimes lurking in the blue depths of her
,aree eyes, saw no reason why she should not
art mildly and platonically with the old
nnnonander of the Tantalus.
Miss Marston ar d I often looked on with
.ue ard admiration at those coura seous
male beings who veHtured into your near
neighborhood, and, regardless of risk to. life