The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-08-27

had the least possible good opinion of
yourselt-and a girl OF 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 dark
ness to enable you to see q pair of adj
miring gray eyes--turned UP to you--is
as pleasant way Of passing an even
ing as fellow could wish. They some
times watched the southern cross shin
ing all alone on Its field Of blue-black,
sweeping across the heavens, and they
were silent. Silence and the southern
cross have accomplished many things.
They went ashore together at 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 gang softly that
"the waves were the highways, so deep.
so deep; the waters her bywnys, asleep,
asleep" and ended with the sentiment
that thus true lovers tasted life, Stall
STALL He had a very nice voice Miss
Farrar told him so, and wondered how
much longer. at the average calcula-
ton, it would be before II would come
down from generalities to personalities.
Not that she was In any haste. On the
contrary. She liked 1t as 1t was.
What could be moro charming than to
drift on over the smooth water, faintest
blue in the early morning, deep blue,
dark as lapis lazuli at noon, @teely-
gray at sunset, afire with phosphorus
cents at night, and to have ever beside
you youth. handsome, agreeable and
devoted with that devotion most flat
tering to woman's soul. the proprie-
tary, everybody-else-keep sort? A
youth always perfectly willing to let
you talk about him, or to do 1t 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
1t was important. She knew who he
was, and that he had been down in Qui-
to for the past two years. and that no
was now going up to San Francisco to
be best man for his chum, who was
about to be married. TITS an old
PROMISE he explained. dating from
our college days. We agreed then that
which ever should marry first the other
should come from the ends of the earth
II necessary, to see him through. Tom
sent for me, and here ] am" Miss Far
rar asked what Toms other name
might be- 1t was Bolton. Brooke for
got about himself just long enough to
ask II she happened to know Bolton,
but he did not listen when she an
swered. He interrupted to wonder If
he would have good time In San
Francisco. What sort of a town was it
for fellow who didn't know many
people? Misc 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 a charm
ing girl who understands her place In
the scheme of creation, has an under
lying human taste for just a 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 ten her
that had happened between
Tom and himself at college; something
in which he figured rather more cred-
tably 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 consequences |
that might now ensue, and Of how it |
would serve him good and right any
way From which 1t 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 1t now and |
meant to tell her SO some time soon
lever so much as guessed at it. She
Knew he did not He did not guess
anything at all about her and did not
ry to. A woman is q vain creature at
POTION She likes to be made to think
hat some few of her thoughts and ac-
ions have minor sort of Importance.
There are men who understand this
md they get good wives. The other
ort ends life as l'homme ncompris.
But he begins II by being understood.
Brooke felt that he was understood,
,etter than ever before. The woman
# so much perspicacity was the one for
lim However, there was no hurry
bout tellingl her so. He was going to
all on her In San Francisco. Besides
Ter name and that she was returning
rom New York he knew this much
bout her-that she lived on Pacific av-
nue.. He believed she had said some
hing about the view of the bay, from
here, but he had not paid much atten-
ion.
So they stood side by side up among
he anchor cables all that last morning,
on the points along the
oast betting on the number of the pi-
IT boat, deserving the Cliff House,
;atchng the city spreading out and
ver its hills. Brooke said: by Jove!
Is a big place; lot bigger than I had
opposed" 1t was cold in the bay to
those who had come UP fom the south.
o, after the white tug with the gilt
agile OH the pilot-house. which had
rought out the doctors, or customs
eoplc, or something shot off again,
ley went and sat on the crimson-plush
,at In the social hall. MISS Farrar was
little absent minded. Even Brooke /
avg it. He laid IL down to very natu-
IL agitation at having to leave him.