Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1900-05-03

| that the sun rises on the wrong side
Of the world in Panama Bay; which
gave him the requisite feeling OF super.
lority at once. He did not happen Ia
know that II did, because he had not
been up to see, but he explained It.
anyway. After breakfast he bought
her aguacates from the bum-boats
alongside, and told her he would show
her at luncheon how to eat them. She
knew, but she pretended she did not,
and Brooke's opinion of her attractions
waxed.
After that the course of things In
general was as smooth as that Of the
vessel, as 1t cut its way Stabes-ward
through the pale summer seas. By day
they sat under the awnings and talked,
and by night they sat up in the bow,
way up in the very peak, where, If you
had the least possible good opinion of
yourself-and "A girl or excellent taste
to help you along-you could fancy
you rather suggested Tristan. Which
thrown in good cigar, whose red
point OF fire gives just enough light In
darkness TO enable you to see a pair
Of admiring gray eyes turned up to
you-is as pleasant Il way OF passing
an evening as a fellow could wish.
They sometimes watched the Southern
Cross shining all alone on its field of
blue-black. sweeping across the heav-
ems, and they were silent. Silence and
the Southern Cross have accomplished
many things.
They went ashore together Mt Man
zanillo, also at Acapulco. and they two
being alone in the boat-the elderly
gentleman having gone ashore ahead,
and the beautiful Mexican youth who
rowed not counting-he sang softly
that ''thc waves were the highways. so
deep. so deep; the waters her by-ways,
asleep, asleep" and ended with the
sentiment that thus true lovers tasted
life, Stall. Stali.' He had a very nice
voice. Miss Farrar told him so, and
wondered how much longer. at the
average calculation, it would be before
it would come down from generalities
to personalities. Not that she was in
any haste. On the contrary. She liked
ii as il was. What could be more
charming than to drift on over the
smooth water, faintest blue in the
early morning, deep blue, dark as lapis
laZuli at noon, steely-gray at sunset,
afire with phosphorNscence at night,
and TO have ever beside you youth.
handsome. agreeable. and devoted with
that devotion most flattering to wo-
mans soul. the proprietary, everybody
else-keep-off sort? A youth always
perfectly willing to let you talk about
him, or to do it himself.
Miss Farrar knew all about Brooke.
not only what he had told her, but
what she had observed, which latter
Brooke did not take into consideration;
though it was important. She knew
who he was. and that he had been
down to Quito for the past two years,
and that he was now going up to San
Francisco to be best-man for his chum,
who was about to be married. ITS
an old promise" he explained, dating
from our college days. We agreed
then that whichever should marry first
the other should come from the ends of
the earth, If necessary, to see him
through. Tom sent for me, and here l
am" Miss Farrar asked what Toms
other name might be. 1t was Bolton.
Brooke forgot about himself just long
enough to ask If she happened. to know
Bolton, but he did not listen when she
answered. He interrupted to wonder
If he would have good time in San
Francisco. What sort of town was 1t
people? Miss Farrar explained anna
bly,.
Now every one knows that the pleas
ATTEST and most fitting occupation a
woman can have is to talk to a man
about himself Because that makes
him like her, which is, of course, her
one object in life. But even n charm
ing girl who understands her place in
the scheme of creation has an under
lying human taste for just pinch of
variety. Miss Farrar would have liked
to have him show some interest in her
SELF as disconnected from him for just
five short minutes. Brooke did not
think of that. He went on to tell her
something that had happened between
Tom and himself at college; something
in which he figured rather more credit
ably than Tom did. And she listened
as she watched the desOlate yellow
coast of Lower California, forsaken of
God and man, of all but the sweeping
winds, and the whipping waves Of the
sea. She listened, for she never failed
of seemly interest in what fellow
was saying, but she was thinking of
other things; Of how he would have
brought upon himself any conse-
quences that might now ensue, and Of
how it would serve him good and right
anyway. From which it may be seen
that appearances are deceptive, and
that the most lovely woman may have
a streak of meanness in her you would
never suspect.
Poor Brooke, who had given her his
whole heart-he was sure of it now
and meant to tell her so some time
SooH-heNei 30 Huch as Sueseu at IL.
She knew he did not. He did not
guess anything at all about her, and
did not try to. A woman is vain
creature at bottom. She likes TO be
made to think that some few Of her
thoughts and actions have minor
sort of Importance. There are men
who understand this-and they got
good wives. The other sort ends life