The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-10-26
.HE excursion season was at
It's heISnI, anu IIIt -AId"IN'
liner, Senator, was crowded

of all sorts and conditions on their way
to the ice fields; Nome Government OIL
cials on their regular rounds OF inspec-
ton; companies of school teachers
eager to crowd the trip into their short
vacation; the inevitable bridal couples
and several family parties, but the girl
from Gold Gulch was travelling alone.
The first day out was so rough that
all the women kept quietly out OF sight
all but the girl from Gold Gulch, who
conhded to the captain that the motion
of the ship was not unlike that of a
bucking horse. and that she rather
liked it. So, crushing her cap down
over her eyes. and buttoning her rag
Ian close up to her chin, she strobe res
olutely up on deck to find herself mon
arch of all she surveyed.
BY the end of the day she had accept
ed every possible courtesy from every
man on board, and was beginning to
think she saw her way clear to pleas
ant passage But when, the next day,
the other women, whlte-faced and mis-
cradle. began to struggle upward, the
wild rose color and the ability Of this
girl to walk the decks in slippery
weather, became to them personal af-
front, for seasickness is not conducive
to the practice of Christian charity. So
every day thereafter the little group
that formed itself into an exclusive
forard circle, made common cause in
discussing the improperly of this
young girls travelling without chap
er0n.
Miss Mamie McGinnis. of Gold
Gulch, never joined that group. Not
that she knew, or would have cared
II she had, that she was the target for
their criticism. She always found her.
self the centre of another group on the
opposite deck, where she held full
sway, or promenaded the decks with
some equally good sailor till the others
had gone below; following always her
own sweet will. ana never snspecting
she had not the benediction Of the
elect. 1t was Mrs Whitewall-W arde
who was the most Mortified by Miss
McGinnis's escapades. She, with her
three ford, raw-boncd daughters, had
come to America first to visit her son,
Algie, on his cattle ranch, and now
with Algie himself. more ford and
raw-boned than all four of the others
put together. she was making a flying
trip to Alaska to see her youngest son,
Winston.
One evening even as they caucused
on the probability Of her being an ac-
tress or chorus girl on her way to join
her troupe. two figures swayed into
the are of light emitted from the cabin.
The wind-blown hair of the girl, and
the frills about her shoulders left no
doubt as to her identity. for her gowns
were also n subject Of disaprroval
among the elect, but the tall black
figure behind her was lost in the
shadow. Adozen pairs Of eyes strained
eagerly to see who it might be, their
owners conjectuing and commenting
on what new freak of irdiscreton she
was up to. Then, as IL in answer to
the curious gaze riveted upon them,
the figures turned and came to stand
still under the light
The mans cigar had evidently gone
out. for with gay little laugh the girl
took his proffered match. reached out
her arm. and steadied herself against
his ready shoulder as If he had been n
mast. Then there was sudden swish
of frills, the CLEAN OF Il shoe buckle
and something and the girl had
struck the match, man-fashion. on the
sole of her boot, and was holding the
tiny flame TO his cigar.
At this the Engllshwoman turned
with a Mortified countenance to point 4
moral to Algie, who had not seemed to
disapprove of this terrible girls con.
duct sufficiently but Algie had Slipped
his leash and was not at her elbow
The next flare of the match showed Al
gie's ford face bendngover the laugh.
ing eyes of the girl and Algies biz
hand closing over the pink fingers that
held the match.
Hoping no one but herself had seen
this fashllght picture. Mrs Warde
with characteristic arrogance. turned
the topic of discussion. and dominated
the conversation so skillfully that ne
one had a chance to refer to the sub
Ject uppermost in every mind until she
felt it safe to withdraw. Then. cluck
ing up her raw-boned brood, she fec
into the bosom of her family. there Il
call down curses on the curly head o.
this terrible girl who was trying to en-
tangle poor Algie in her meshes.
The captain, of course. was takel
into Mrs. Whitewall-Warde's conf
dence. and threatened with being re
ported to the company IL he did not pu
the girl In irons to save poor Algie, o
stop the ship and put her off. and tn
clouds of disapproval from the rest o
the elect gathered so thickly that tn
very air seemed charged with explo
sives. Even the girl at last began L
realize that she was not entirely popu
lar with this faction; she had no
taken much notice of the women here
tosore, and their disappearing glance
had escaped her. When the full fore
or their attitude struck her she turne,
abruptly to Algie with: us your moth
er worried about something?"
a. NY she's q bif chafad aho,,t Sor,,e