The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1901-12-12
ON The THROW
OF THE KNIFE""


see things OF these ships, you bet, bu
I've never seen Merida do a fool thing
yet. 1t may be because he's been t
school in England, and runs the New
York end of affairs for their fncas, bu-
why ever 1t is, it's so. And edicated!'
he added, awe-inspiredly, why, thai
fellow speaks four languages as well
as he does his own-and got something
to say in all Of them. You mind what |
say, Miss Elizabeth. l knew your faith
err when l was a boy, and the best
could wish for his daughter would be
to marry young Merida" He stood up
and started off. Here he comes now.
Get him to tell you how he and the
other young bloods held the Governors
palacio against a r%evolutionist mob for
a day and a night. Make up to him."
Which-the advice and the strategy
had the natural effect Of rendering Miss
Strathmore more barely civil to Merida
when he stopped to speak to her. He
had changed the suit in which he had
come on board and was in white fan
nels now.
He's not handsome" she decided. re-
m%embering the regular features of 9th
err Spanish-blooded males she had
known, but he's quite the most swag-
ger individual l ever saw"
He pulled up a wicker chair beside
her, and they began to talk. 1t was 10
O'Clock then. They were still talking
when the luncheon gong sounded at /.
They went down together and talked
through the meal.
If Miss Strathmore had been stunid
she would have stayed on deck the rest
the afternoon. AS it was she went
to the cabin for a nap, and then devoted
herself-the least in the world. obyious-
ly-to her mother, until dinner time.
there was the evening after that.
Ihey spent it together in the bow and
.alked-of the phosphorus and things.
II was no until after a good MANY
nights that they got to anything much
more personal. Then it came all Mt
'hce' Merida stood wedged into the ex-
point of the bow and Miss Stratb.
more sat half-overhanglng the black
when the PROV cut into gold
lght. She was holding fast to q stav
'he could just see Merida's face in the
tarlight, and his eyes were ON ber
teadily. There had been a stop in
peech.
was l uncivil when you finished NV
Tor me, that night?' he asked.
RATHER" Miss S~trathmore answered
i'm. "e'eu
And o didn't know why. 7 SIM
ose?" WY sup
one admitted that she did not.
'Weu,' he explained. IFS iust +h,s
ct so sick of having people 90 on tbe
'sis .hat all men down here are-dav-
; OF tellows-Don Juans and all thar
E get so deucedly much of it."
she reminded him that no hos -,
lmself open to 1t. u
l know did. But one doasn,t
ct an American or an Englishmar 20 !
10" MS poets-if you don't mini ~
inn 50; never thought about your
ing on" There was a pause. 40 {
'oa | 20 IN for women and lirtations !, I
eriua said. II have never carol Co. ,
' girl except you"
- was sudden, certainly-so sudden {
- cue let go her hold on the STAY
'n.I" went out to steady her in !
lnuy' Then he took it awav t
l suppose you are surprised y hoso,a t
am myself. But it's true"
Surathmore's self-possession had {
Uttered many experiences. but II
luuered at this. She did not thinl |
anything to say. l
uon want to bother" he told her {
! uont expect you to like me vet, c
nope you will-before long" Then Il
went of to other things, but conyer. t
was not a success. b
We're at anchor off Mazatlon tho k
y, uay' some two miles out beyond d
par Merida put in his appearonca Ii
breakfast in shore-clothes. W
u gong to land" he told Mice W
I'nmore' IF the captain will have
I. whistled for me-" d of
rs rough" she tried to suggest DR.
know 1t is he answered loro,,nu ha
straight on her for the benostas NJ
n might choose to see. so tbat sba sC
leu very pink. IF it We're nor ,
,iu ask you and your mother 70 ws
They had done it at Aconn ~ ov,
Manzanillo before. 'ico ar,
VIII not co. observed the cbl,on up
) too much danger to- " lip
'rlda caught Miss strotbnon Ven
Sc o5 contempt and nearly smiled abb
ward the middle of the mornin" he's
poat' whose owners were courasa He
iesponded to the signals and ven anC
| out to the ship. Merida ven mo
me Jacobs ladder. The can " : VIII
neu him. the
come to grief, Matcho. r. Won
III "