The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1902-09-26
A STRAIN OF ROMANCE.

Mr. Silas LeWisOn, a rich American,
and that the girl on board was his only
daughter, Her father had left her in
England, and, a few weeks ago, had
made the journey to Cairo, leaving her
to follow more leisurely in the Scud
For the first two days ne spent most
Of his time in the engine room. Once
or twice, as he sat watching the move
ments of the big cylinders, he broke
into a soft laugh. 1t was on the third
day, when he Mapped to be on deck,
that she spoke TO him.
I'VE are getting on famously, Mr..
Dennis. think a good fate must have
dropped you from the clouds" she said,
with a smile.
He looked at her and tried to hide
the look Of admiration that had crept
to his eyes. She seemed more glorious
ly beautiful than ever He made some
vague reply, and she went on talking
about the yacht. 1t was intoXicatlon
to him. He had fallen desperately in
! love at first sight, and he wondered
what 1t would all lead to.
The next few days passed delight
fully. He had several conversations
with her-indeed, she seemed almost
to welcome an opportunity of speaking
with him. The more he saw Of her, the
more convinced was he that he had
made no mistake This was no feet
ing fancy; he was really in love.
Then came a bitter shock Of disap-
pointment. They were within a days
run of Alexandria, and he was about
to go on deck. AS he raced up the
companion something white on one of
the stairs caught his attention. He
picked it up and found it was a tele-
gram. CHANGING at it he saw that 1t
was the cable that had been sent to her
at Gibraltar by her father. Almost
unconsciously he read the few words:
Get Scud to Alexandria by Odd with
out fail-Lord Hillmarch has promised
to come with us to England"
He stood staring at it stupidity; then,
as the meaning of the words dawned
upon him, fierce wave of unreasona-
bic resentment swept over him. Old
Lewison had run across Lord Hill
march, and, considering him an eligi-
BILE sOn-in-law, had schemed to bring
the two together on the yacht. The
old, stale arrangement-American heir.
esses and the English aristocracy
Would they never tire Of it?
With a frown on his face, he made
his way slowly on deck, the telegram
still in his hand. A few yards away
Miss Lewison was sitting in her deck
chair, studying a book. She looked
up as the engineer appeared ant
smiled. He crossed to her and held out
the telegram.
Il found this on the stairs" he said
shortly. He caught sight of the bool
she was reading, and saw it was de
) brett's Peerage." He felt exceedingly
bitter.
He remained down in the engine
E room the rest of the time-he felt al
most sulky.
[. The next day they anchored off Alex
s andria and old Lewiston with Lore
Hillmarch came on board. The engi
/, neer kept out of the way until the,
went into the saloon for lunch, then h
seized the opportunity and went o.
q deck. He leaned over the taffrail an
gave himself up to his thoughts. AL
other hour or so and she would hav
o passed out of his life forever. In his
r of abstraction he had not noticed a TOT
pedo destroyer that was out for prat
n tice. She was going at quarter spec
past the yacht
d Suddenly 9 voice broke on his ears.
"Why, it's Kenyon, by Joye! Ho7
are you, old SnanW
n The engineer awOke from his revert
d with start. A few yards away Ii
D. bronzed face of the lieutenant of Il
10 destroyer was laughing at him.
< Cant keep away from the old gam
IL see-lucky chap to be able to chOo'
your own fancy boat! Win you con
'. round and see US to-night?
The destroyer was some distan'
80 away by now, and the last words can
D. in a shout The engineer nodded al
waved his hand.
IN Then a slight noise behind him mat
ne him swing round
d. He saw Miss Fay Lewison and Lol
Hillmarch standing at the open door
I'd the companion. The girl was watchiI
In him.
IN He called you Kenyon" she sal
on wonderingly.
nd Lord Hillmarch stepped forward. I
Y. was an almost middle-aged little ma
ic- with a kindly face He held out /
ID hand to the engineer.