The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-09-30
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1t was the last ten minutes before the
ship sailed, on bright day in early
March-the sort of a day New York un-
derstands- to perfection. when the bril-
liant blue sky and golden sunshine go
far to make one forget the treacherous
east wind lying in wait to catch the I'M
wary. I looked out over the beautiful
harbor. fringed with miles Of shipping,
and felt momentary patriotic thrill. Yet
1 was not sorry to embark for the lands
of duller skies, where I pitch my wan
iering tent the greater part of the year.
Haif an hour before l had kissed and
dismissed a polite undergraduate nephew,
who was manifest.y relieved to escape a
long q. avn cut farewell; so l had nothing
TO 40 but watch the crowd gradually
thinning out as friends and relatives
made their parting remarks of the usual
inane nature, and went on shore, some
in tears and others in the mood of forced
Mia. itg considered appropriate to such
occasions.
A group of English people near me mad
put oft their final good-bys TO the last
moment, and l found myself observing
tISli. with tJOt6 ltsdu OIUtIldtN Interest.
A young girl in deep mourning was lean
ing against the rail and looking up with
= great sadness in her gay eyes at a
fair handsome, brcad-shouldered man,
who, in spite of certain differences in
ouLd and coloring, was very Ike her. A
p, se'ty little woman, who was. 1 decided
ne TAN cngiishman's WIFE, was CRYING
frankly, like child, and saving with an
occasional sob by way of punctua lion:
We shall miss You terribly, Molly dar-
ing. / don't know what Dick and / shall
10 without you. and do wish you weren't
going alone. Take good care of yourself,
and promise not to freti"
The gi.d tried to smile at her. but the
attempt was far more ritiful than the
others easy tears. The man looked at
Them both uneasily and, Inau-like tried
20 shift the subject from dangerous
ground.
Il have seen the captain, Molly; he
seems a decentschap, so I hope you will
be all right. Don't let Aunt Jane bully
you, and let me know if you want any
money"
He dropped his voice, and I moved
away, rather ashamed of having listened
so long, and went below to look after
my possessions.
A man was coming up the companion
way who presented a vivid contrast to
the big blonde B.iton 1 had been staring
NJ OIl Q0ck-d S1SnI, graceful. rather
pantherlike individual, wonderfully hand
some in dark, melancholy, mysterious
way He looked sad as my little Eng
lish girl, but fancied it was more owing
TO the shape and expression of his beau
tiful deep eyes than to any real trouble.
Afterwa!d 1 decided l had wronged him
somewhat in this.
The trip did not promise TO be a gay
one, as the only two people on board
worth lyiror In
ed in the depths of woe. [ planned in my
mind a charming little episode. l have
the scent of a bloodhound for romance /;
1T has proved a false scent at times but
frequent disappointments have not dis
seouraged me. All the elements We're at
ehand; propinquity, a nine days voyage
r 1.-THE good ship SCheidam is not an ocean
greyhoundD, two sad, lonely people, both
young and good looking, who needed rnu-
Ttual consolation. Common sense remind
ed me that this dangerously handsome
mysterious looking foreigner might be
anything but a desirable acquaintance
fora Young girls nevertheless 1 had
7sneakings desire that they might be at
t,acted to each other.
: did not go on deck to see lie gang
plank withdrawn and the strip Of water
widening between the little world of the
steamer and the solid land we We're leav-
ing behind. 1t is q dreary function at
best, and most people feel It incumbent
upon them to shed few tears on leaving
their native shores. whereas l have al
ways had horror of crying in public
The shaFer of my cabin ha,. already
done some unpacking and gone away
again. ner things were few, and we'll
appointed, as / saw to my satisfaction. III
The course of a long life and many ocean
voyages ] have, like misery, known
strange bedfelews. from the poor soul
who swathed herself in shawls like
mummy and remained in her berth,
grooming from time to time, for the en-.
tire voyage, to the majestic being who
dyed her hair-wfth henna and was the
proud possessor of twenty-nine gilt
tops@d fbottlesSofs heaven knows what
disposed about the Cabin every coign