Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1905-11-13

me-that is asked him
The doctor smiled. She was SO charm
ingly insistent! ut is simply impossi-
ble," he said. ''The companion doors
are bolted. The promenade deck is
swept by heavy seas every minute. A
boat has been carried away, and sew
eral stanchiC..s snapped off like car
rots. For the first time In your life,
Miss Deane, you are battened down"
The girls face must have paled some
what. He added hastily: "There is no
danger. you know, but these precau-
tons are necessary. You would not
like to see several tons Of water rush
ing down the saloon stairs; now, would
your
Decidedly not" Then. after a pause:
ut is not pleasant to be fastened up in
a great iron box, doctor. 1t reminds
one Of huge coffin"
Not bit. The Sirdar is the safest
ship afloat Your father has always
pursued splendid policy in that re-
spect. The London and Hongkong
company may not possess fast vessels,
but they are seaworthy and well found
in every respect"
Are there many people Ill on
board?'
'No; just the usual number Of dis
turbed livers. We had nasty acct
dent shortly before dinner"
Good gracious! What happened!"
7 1>x,o coo
forward. One man had his leg bro
ken"
Anything else?"
The doctor hesitated. He became
interested in the color Of some Bur-
gundy. II hardly know the exact de-
tails yet" he replied. Tomorrow aft
err breakfast l will tell you all about
it."
An English qunrtermaster and four
Lascars had been licked from off the
forecastle by the greedy tongue Of a
huge wave. The succeeding surge flung
the five men back against the quarter.
One of the black sailors was pitched
aboard with fractured leg and other
injuries. The others were smashed
against the iron hull and disappeared.
For one tremulous moment the en-
gines slowed The ship commenced to
veer off into the path of the cyclone.
Captain Ross set his teeth, and the tele-
graph bell tangled "Fuil speed ahead"
"Poor Jackson he murmured. Zone
Of my best men. remember seeing
his wife. a pretty little woman, and
two children coming to meet him last
homeward trip. They will be there
again. Good God! That Lascar who
was saved has some one to await him
In a Bombay village, suppose"
The captain fought his way to the
chart house. He wiped the salt water
from his eyes and looked anxiously at
the barometer.
"Still fallingw he muttered. II will
keep on until Z o'clock and then bear
tee points to the southwark. By
midnight we should be behind It,"
He struggled back into the outside
fury. BY comparison the sturdy cita-
del he quilted was paradise on the edge
Of an inferno.
Down In the saloon the harder pas,
sengers were striving to subdue the
ennui of an interval before they sought
their cabins. Some talked. One hard
ened reprobate strummed the piano.
Others played cards, chess, draughts-
anything that would distract attention.
The stately apartment offered strange
contrast to the warning elements with
out Bright lights, costly upholstery,
soft carpets, carved panels and gilded
cornices, with uniformed attendants
passing to and fro carrying coffee and
glasses-these surroundings suggested
a floating palace in which the raging
seas were defied. Yet forty miles away.
somewhere in the furious depths, four
corpses swirled about with horrible
uncertainty, lurching through battling
currents and perchance conveyed by
fighting sharks.
The surgeon had been called away.
Iris was the only lady left in the sa-
loon. She watched set of whist play
ers for time and then essayed the
perilous passage to her stateroom. She
found her maid and a stewardess
there. Both women were weeping.
"What is the matter?" she inquired.
The stewardess tried to speak. She
choked with grief and hastily went
out. The maid blubbered an e1plana-
ton.
"a friend of hers was married, miss,
to the man who is drowned"
Drowned! What man?"
Haven't you heard, miss? I sup
pose they are keeping it quiet. An
English sailor and some natives were
swept of the ship by sea. One native
was saved, but he is all smashed up.
The others were never seen again"
Iris by degrees learned the sad
chronicles Of the Jackson family. She
was moved to tears. She remembered
the Doctors hesttancy and her own
idle phrase 80 huge coffin"
Outside tie roaring waves pounded
upon the iron walls.
Two staterooms had been converted
into one to provide Miss Deane with
ample accommodation. There were no
hunks, but coy bed was screwed to
the deck. She lay down and strove to
read. 1t was a difficult task. Her
eyes wandered from the printed page
to mark the absurd antics of her gar
ments swinging on their hooks. At
times the ship rolled SO far that she
felt sure it must topple over. She was
not afraid, but subdued, rather aston