The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-08-05
CHAPTER III.
The Adventure Begins.

It was only when the ship was less
than day $ journey off Sandy Hook
that the colonel came on deck, once
more to resume his interest in human
affairs How the girl lowered about
him! She tucked the shawl more snug
ly around his feet; she arranged and
fear5angsd the pin pillows Fsoh back h of MS of
soup; she read from some .favorite
book; she smoothed the furrowed
brow; she stilled the long, white, ner-
vous fingers with her own small, firm.
brown. ones; she was mother and
daughter in one. Wherever she moved,
the parent eye followed her.. and
there lay in its deeps strange mixture
love. All the while he drum med cease
lessly on the arms Of his chair.
And Mr.. Robert, watching all these
things from afar, Mr.. Robert sighed
dolorously. The residue air in his lungs
was renewed more frequently than ma.
ture originally intended it should
be. Love has it's benefcences as we'll
appreciable by the recipient: For what
is better than good pair Of lungs con-
stantly filed and refilled with pure airs
Mr.. Robert even felt q twinge of re-
morse besides. He was brother to a
girl almost as beautiful as yonder one
Ito my mind far more beautifully and
he recalled that in two years he had
not seen her nor made strenuous efforts
to keep up The correspondence. An
other good point added to the score of
love! And, alas! he might never see
this charming girl again, this daughter
so full Of filial love and care. He had
sought the captain, but that hale and
hearty old sea-dog had politely rebuffed
him.
my dear young man. he said, az
do all I possibly can for the entertain
1ncnt and comfort Of my passengers. but
In this case l must refuse your re-
quest.'
"And pray, why. sir9" demanded Mr..
Robert, with dignity.
Colonel Annesley expressed the desire to
be the recipient of no ship introduce
tions'
"What the deuce is he, billion
"You have me there. sir. T confess
that ! know nothing whatever about
him. This is the first time he has ever
sailed on my deck.''
Al! of which. perfectly accounts for
Mr.. Roberts signs in what musicians
call the dolorosco. If only he knew
some one who knew the colonel! How
simple it would be! Certainly. a West
Point graduate would find some consid.
Grafton. But the colonel spoke to nc
one save his daughter, and his daughte r
to none but her parent, her maid and
the stewardess. Would they remain in
New York. or would they seek their far
off southern home9 Oh. the thousands
Of questions which surged thru his
brain! From time to time he glanced
svmpathetically at the colonel, whose
fingers drummed and drummed anG
drummed.
"Poor wretch! His stomach must b.
IN bad shape. Or maybe he has tn,
palsy.' Warburton unused upon thu
curious incertitude Of the human anat
omy. -. ~.
But Colonel Anneslev did not have tn,
palsy. What he had is at once tn.
greatest blessing and the greatest ours,
Of God-remembrance. or conscience, i
you will.
What beautiful color her hair was
dappled with sunshine and shadow = =
Pshaw! Mr.. Robert threw aside hi
shawl and book Git is of no real impor
lance, but I may as well add that h
never completed the reading of tina
summers most popular noveI) an,
sought the snseking room, where, wit