Daily inter mountain., 1900-12-03
Copyright, 1900: Daily Story Pub. Coz

ol lHeHl-tne Dlue-eyel IuD WITH MS
| parents bound for the hills and heather
of Scotland-the brown-eyed Cub ac-
| companying her father and mother to the
| south of France from where, after the
| winter spent on the Riviera, there was
| to be a year of journeying in foreign
| lands.
Healthy young bodies, healthy young
| minds, they gravitated to each other as
! naturally as the needle to the pole. He,
| a great overgrown boy of 15 with sew
| eral years of hard study ere college
honors were yet to be thought of. On
| his round, well-shaped he'd was bushy
| football crop of glossy brown hair tum-
| bling in a fringe over his forehead. An
| enveloping knitted white sweater rising
| high about his throat in many folds and
convoutions after the manner of a per-
| turbed turkey cock, was the delight OF
! his heart.
She. II, and save for the present year
of finishing touches with schooldays al
ready in the background. girl bub-
| bling over with life and laughter, the
natural sweetness of disposition shining
| out, making one glad to look upon her.
| The golf skirt of heavy cloth worn on
| ship-board added to her youthful ap-
pearance.
The two enjoyed life, cub fashion, day
| after day of the long trip, now and then
| strolling down on the cattle deck to the
| bow, holding fast to each others hands,
| clinging to the rail to keep their footing
| as the ship seemed one moment to climb
| into the clouds, then go down, with the
| thunder and roar Of the stretch of toss
| ing, foaming waters rising mountain
| high on either side. In the swapping ana
| cracking of the waves against the ships
| sides, in the surging, singing rush and
| roar of the waters they heard the whp-
| lash of some great ringmaster of the
| deep, urging on his mighty steeds to
splendid action. Thus they loved to
stand, side by side, watching the sea
! gulls, smiling at each other eXclaiming
! from time to time at a school of tlyins
| fish, Mother Carey's chickens, or call
ing out in delight as a distant sail was
| sighted.
Again there We're days when the sun
was hid and the ship seemed floating
| noiselessly, a disemboded, throbbins
| mechanism through the mist with which
| their universe was filled. A mist that
in it's enveloping seemed yet to be the
| eXuding essence of all things as Oh
through the boundlcss silence of space
the ship with it's freight of living souls
went on, a phantom through the mist.
| When the sun shone again they threw
| rope quoits and played Switchboard upon
| the upper deck with a vigorous enjoy
| ment that on the next day left even their
| vigorous young arms stiff and sore. The
| brown-eyed Cub had slender hands with
| long, supple fingers, possessed of knack
| of playing sweet chords. When she so
played, the bue-eyed Cub, stretching
| ~; f,,ll ba p5
seat running about the music room, made
wads of the sofa pillows in which to sink
his elbows while proppng his face in his
| hands. Lying thus at luxurious ease in
| dreamy sense of the doce far niente, his
| gaze never for an instant wandered from
| her face, into his eyes there came at
| times a family reflective look that had
not been there when they first met. Il
was the same to him whether she played
sweet chords con amore or laughlngly
nodded for deep-toned bass of chorus
in the college songs, voiced in her sweet
girl treble. 1t was the sense of young
ness and nearness that to them both was
| what nted-nothing else.
At night, sitting together on the deck,
| quietly content to let their elders mo-
nopolize the talkin,, speeding on through
| the rush of waters, its ceaseless roar
| and Whirl of motion sounding through
the starlight, there came to them con-
ception of the sublimity of the OCEAN
an overpowering awe that had in it no
| kinsh.p to fear. A feeling never to be
| inspired by daylight, when the sunshine
makes of the deep one vast glitter and
sparkle. 1t was at night as if into the
ear of the soul the voice of the Master
sounded, breathing a Wordless mystery
| of grandeur.
The mother of the blue-eyed Cub,
writing her home letter, to be posted on
| arrival in London, recorded:
| 4 do not see much of my boy aboard
! ship. He has found a pretty girl"
! One day at luncheon the steward sent
to each a plate of Vassar fudge, the Sc
cret Of making which they had in high
| glee impaired to him few evenings be-
! fore. Hurrying through the meal, nod
| ding across the dining room, they met on
the stairway leading to the deck the
! extended hand of each holding out it's
prize of sweets, laughing at their conf
mon impulse, even While their fine Waite
! teeth met through the votiVe Offering.
There came a wondrous night in the
Gulf Stream when the ships crew, pic
turesduely grouping about the lower
| deck gave a concert. In the whiteness
of the moonlight, the ship cleaving its
onward way, with the north star ever as
! its guide. rose and fell in rhythmic mo-
| ton. The passengers, leaning over the
deck rails, joining in the choruses,
looked down upon the men sitting on
co.'s of rope or stretched at length about
the deck, with here and there through
| open hatchways in yelloWy CLEANS Of
| lantern light showing sfadowy forms of
the sleek brown steers and horses in the
hold. The singing, ripping and growing
in volume of sweetness died in musical
silence broken by the trolling of bari
/ tone, I'D live for love and die The
blue-eyed Cub looked up al the girlish
! figure seated on the step of the compan-
| ionway. She was gazing out at the
moons Silly splendor of gltterng
whiteness upon the face of the waters