Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1906-06-15
CHAPTER XVIII.

Had an acute but uninitiated observer
ueeh introduced into the little cabin Of
,ne Afgo during the consumption of the
uelicate repast provided by her officers,
NE or she could scarcely have failed to no.
lice certain recklessness among the par
y assembled. Admiral Grace was the
ohiy one who really did justice to the
stewards maiden and supreme effort, and
ne III consequence, was singular in fail
ing TO appreciate the witticisms of Mat
eheW Mark Easton and Oswin Grace. This
was, perhaps, owing to the fact that when
| we have passed the halfway milestone in
lie, we fail to appreciate the most brill
llant conversation. 1t is just possible
mat Admiral Grace did not think very
much of the wit-taken as wit pure and
simple. His position was not unique.
once or twice Eastons words required
to Miss Winter: II intend to be intense
~ funny. and 1 guess you will have to
| laugh" This was her cue, and she acted
| upon it.
The meal came to an end and move
was made. There was nothing else to do
but to go on deck The moments dwin-
died on with the slow, dragging monotony
which makes us almost impatient to see
the last of faces which we shall perhaps
never look upon again. Presently, the
town of Gravesend hove in sight, and all
on the quarterback of the Argo gazed 1T
| it as they might have gazed on some I'M
known Eastern city after traversing the
desert. And then, after all-all the wait
| ing, the preparation, the counting of mo-
ments, and the calculating of distances
| the bell in the engine room came as a
surprise. There was something startling
in the clang of gong as the engineer re-
piled.
| Helen was the last to rise. She stood
holding the shawl which Oswin had
| spread over her knees, and looked round
with a strange, intense gaze. The steam
er was now drifting slowly on the tide
with resting engines. There were two
boats rowing toward her from Gravesend
Pier, one a low, accompanied wherry for
the pilot, the other a larger boat, with
stained and faded red cushions. The
scene-the torpid, yellow river, the sor-
did town and low riverside warehouses
could scarce have been exceeded for pure,
unvarnished dismalness.
| Already the steps were being lowered
In a few moments the larger boat swung
alongside, held by rope made fast in
the forecastle of the Argo. A general
move was made toward the rail. Tyars
passed out on the gangway, where he
stood waiting to hand the ladies into the
! boat. Helen was near to her brother
she turned to him and kissed him in ST.
lence. Then she went to the gangway
There was a little pause, and for a mo-
ment Helen and Tyars were left alone al
the foot of the brass bound steps.
"Good-by," said Tyars.
There was a slight prolongation of the
last syllable, as if ne had something else
to say; but he never said it, although
she gave him time.
"Good-by," she answered, at length
| and she, too, seemed to have something
to add which was never added.
Then she stepped lightly into the boat
and took her place on the faded rec
| cushions.
The Argo went to sea that night. There
was much to do, although everything
seemed to be in it's place, and every mar
appeared to know his duty. Il thus hap
pened that Tyars and Grace had not 6
moment to themselves until we'll on into
the night. The watch was set at
o'clock. For a moment Tyars paused be
fore leaving his chief officer alone on the
little bridge.
what a clever fellow Easton isw ht
| said. Il never recognized it until this
afternoon"
| (To be continued.)