The San Juan islander. [volume] (Friday Harbor, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1906-07-14

EMO: no tracts" she replied sSau-
sages. buttsr and soap-ementiASC Of this
world"
He was walking beside her, Aiiting his
step with an implied sense Of protection.
almost Of appreciation. which annoyed
her.
,, ironically, "a hidden motive In the soap"
But there Is not" she replied, sharply.
II advocate cleanliness only. Personally,
I prefer the dirty Ones"
Probably" he said, "you do a great
deal of good. These poor fellows lead .
very lonely life. You must seem to them
like being from another world
80 l am, Mr.. Tyars," she said. still
unfolding her work. "Quite another
world"
Then she suddenly laid aside her grav-
ity with that strange inconsequence which
is one of the many important differences
between the male and female mind.
"You speak feelingly," she continued,
| in thinly yelled mockery. perhaps yop
have been a ship keeper yourself. You
seem to have been good many things"
YES" was the calm reply. II have.
I was once q ship keeper in the Southern
| Atlantic"
She was silenced. The details Of his
terrible experience on board the fever
stricken merchantmen had never been
fvUuchsafed, but it was not difficult to
imagine them from the official account he
had been forced to publish.
Suddenly this cheerful little lady had
realized the pettiness Of her own exist
ence, the futility of her own small ca
price. She glanced up at him, almost
meditating ar apology. Observant and
analytical as she was, she had not yet no.
ticed fact Of which Tyars was fully
aware; she had not noticed that In hef
intercourse with Cfaud Tyars she inva-
| riably began in an antagonistic vein, and
| that with equal monotony this antagon-
ism melted after d few moments.
In one respect Tyars was a common
place man. He possessed the genius Of
command, which is the genius most often
encountered in the world. 1t is merely a
genius of adaptation, not of creation. Its
| chief characteristic is a close but I'M
conscious observation of human nature.
He understood all who came in contact
with him much better than any one of
them understood him. Miss Winter was
| conscious sof a reserve in this mans
mind which was irrevocably closed to
her. He casually glanced into her char
acter in passing: if there was an inner
motive beyond his fathom, he remained
| Indifferent to it's presence. When their
paths crossed he was pleased to meet her,
but she never fattered herself that he
would go far out of his way to hear her
opinion upon any subject.
If" she said, L cared for horrors,
should ask you some day to tell me about
about those days-your ship-keeping
days: but 1 hate horrors"
Il am glad" he said, with evident re-
lief. Il hate horrors, too, and should not
make picturesque story of it."
They walked on in silence. feeling rath-
er more friendly toward each other every
moment. 1t was necessary to pass, be-
| meath a crane of which the greasy chain
hung loosely right across their path. Ty-
ars stepped forward, and with a quick
turn of the winch-handle, drew the chain
taut, and consequently out@of her way
1t was a mere incident, trivial in it's way
but women note these trivialities mad
piece them together with a skill and Sc
quence which men cannot rival or even
initiate. Tyar's action showed an init
mate knowledge with the smallest details
of the calling he had chosen to follow.
Ito be continued.)