The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-12-07

yourself otherwise, which is a rule o,
conduct having the properties Of {
boomerang. So he brought the CONVEX
sation around in this wise: He asked
If they We're likely to have a pleasant
trip. The purser said that they usually
did this time of the year. Brooke
hoped the passengers would be agreea-
Bile, too. The purser thought the Far
rars looked promising. Brooke thought
so, too, and added, II say, you're going
to put me beside Miss Farrar are you
not?" He said that he was, and Brooke
Immediately lost all interest in the lit
tie nicked nubbns of pearls and went
back on deck where it was cool, and the
purser smiled as he locked his treasures
in the safe again.
Brooke came in to breakfast a little
late the next morning. Miss Farrar
was already seated, looking particular
ly nice, too, in what is known to men
as some soft, white material" with q
gaudy silk Panama shawl around her
shoulders. The Intelligent waiter
showed Brooke to the next chair Miss
Farrar asked him to explain why it is
that the sun rises on the wrong SIDE Of
the world in Panama bay, which gave
him the requisite feeling of superiority
at once. He did not happen to know
that it did, because he had not been up
to see, but he explained it, any way.
After breakfast he bought her aqua
cats from the bumboats alongside and
told her he would show her at luncheon
how to eat them. She knew, but she
pretended she did not, and Brool1es
opinion of her attractions waxed.
4 After that the course of things in
! general was as smooth as that of the
vessel as it cut its way statesward
! through the pale summer sea. 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 Of excellent Taste to
help you along-you could fancy you
rather suggested Tristan, which
thrown in a good cigar whose red
point of fire gives just enough light in
darkness to enable you to see pair Of
admiring gray eyes turned up to you
is as pleasant a 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 heavens,
and they were silent Silence and the
Southern Cross have accomplished
many things.
They went ashore together at Manza-
Milo, 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
the waves were the highways, so deep
so deep; the waters her hyways, asleep
asleep" and ended with the sentiment
that thus true lovers tasted life, Stall,
Stall He had very nice voice, Miss
Farrar told him so and wondered how
much longer, at the average calcula-
ton, it would be before it would come
down from generalities to PERSONAL
ties; not that she was In any haste. On
the contrary, she liked 1t as 1T was.
What could be more charming than to
drift on over the smooth water. faint
est blue in the early morning, deep
blue, dark as lapis lazuli at noon;
eteely gray at sunset, afire with pfos- |
phorescence at night, and to have ever
beside you youth, handsome, agreea- |
BILE and devoted with that devotion |
most fattering to a womans soul--the |
proprietary, everybody else keep off |
sort? A youth always perfectly willing !
to let you talk about him or to do it I
himself.
Miss Farrar knew all about Brooke
NH yryb ba ho1 toJI hoy ht,f
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 Quito for the past two years
and that he was now going up to San
Francisco to be best man for his rhum,
who was about to be married. TITS 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 I am" Miss
Tarrar asked what Toms other name
night be- 1t was Bolton. Brooke for
got about himself just long enough to
lsk if she happened to know Bolton,
out he did not listen when she an
swered. He interrupted to wonder If
lie would have a good time in San .
francisco. What sort of town was it :
or a fellow who didn't know many :
people? Miss Farrar explained anna .
)ly. ,
Now, everybody knows that the {
,leasantest and most fitting occupation {
woman can have is to talk to a man |
bout himself, because that makes him .
ike her which is, of course, her one OBJ 8
ect in life. But even a charming girl,
Who understands her place in the
scheme of creation, has an underlying
uman taste for Just a pinch of varie-
y. Miss Farrar would have liked to
ave him show some interest in herself d
s. disconnected from him for just five '
hort minutes Brooke did not think Of a
hat. He went on to tell her something e
hat happened between Tom and him g
elf at college, something in which he t
cured rather more creditably than U
ON did. And she listened as she b
'atched the delicate yellow coast of h
.ower California, forsaken of Gou and II
ian, of all but the sweeping winds and IS
he whipping waves of the sea. She t
Stoned, for she never failed of seemly G
lterest in what a fellow was saying, | S
ut she was thinking of other things, of t