Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-09-16

and the color returned to
her face when she him
coming, this vigorous, CHEEKY, ruddy man who be-
longed to her and who filled all her little world.
He caught one of her hands in both of his, and
tried to lower his big voice to confidential tone.
We've turned the trick, Nettie darling. It's
Captain Stanley of the Hoboken, making his first
round trip And it's steady berth if l make good.
Aren't you glad? I've only second to stay
"O-h-h Peter!" she cried with such radiant pride
and fondness that he fought to resist the headlong
impulse to catch her up in his arms and kiss her.
"Of course, you're going to make good And you
deserved it ages ago. When am going to see you
IN be off watch when you come across in the
morning, and maybe we can stop up town and look
at wedding rings, Nettie How about it,
She blushed and smiled, but before she made
reply to this most audacous suggestion he blurted,
why aren't you sitting down? Poor child,
you're tired to death And with those bundles tool"
She looked up at him timdly, afraid of his high
temper where her comfort at stake. Before
she could restrain him, he whirled about and faced
middle-aged man of well groomed aspect who was
reading newspaper in the nearest seat.
Perhaps you haven't noticed that lady is
standing in front of YOU" said Stanley. There's
room for you in the mems cabin, where you belong.
The passenger thus addressed glared from behind
his newspaper, muttered something and crossed
his legs as if he had notion of moving elsewhere.
Peter Shanleys temper could not withstand SO
great provocation He clapped his big hands
down the shoulders of his victim and fairly
jerked him from the seat. Showing the sputterng
no heed to his cutlery, the pilot commanded:
You sit there and rest yourself, Nettie And if
that big stiff wants to make trouble, he find
aboard any day
The girl wrung her hands and faltered with the
most genuine fear and distress: oh Peter! what
have you done? That's Colonel Livingston Ball,
the president of our company, the man | work for.
He'll never forgive me for this. He won't have
in his office any 1t dear of you, but I've
lost my position; know have"
The bewildered champion of her rights looked
sheepsh, and could only mutter You won't need
your job any more. And he got what was coming
to him. Cheer up and be happy: Good-by:"
He climbed to the upper deck sorely afraid that
his laundering chivalry might have wrought large
pilots berth, and Nettie should lose her position.
her for awhile longer, then indeed he had been
his affairs as he sgnaled the engine room to go
a trihe shaken by this unucky episode in the cabin
ing fog without light anywhere to guide her. The
drifting ice crashing against her bow and grind
ing alongside and it hampered and checked the
sci she tried to respond to the thrust of her rud
der. Night had fallen, gray and ghostly, and hun
bred yards from the slip the Hoboken was swallowed
up in an uncanny isolation. The pilot had to feel
his way by clock and compass. Five minutes of
clear steamng ought to bring him within sound OF
his bell the Jersey side, but with the ice de-
laying his passage, his reckoning was likely to be
all adrift.
1t seemed as if all the vessels in the harbor