Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1906-09-26

hold the rope. The basket cannot pos
sibly be overturned"
Pyne, helping to unload the tremu-
lous passengers beneath, noted the
lady's attitude and added fresh
memorandum to the stock he had al
ready accumulated.
''Who is that?' asked Brand from the
purser, who stood beside him.
Mrs. Vansittart."
Brand experienced momentary sur
prise.
"She seemed to avoid me-" he
thought, but the incident did not linger
in his mind.
The lifeboat, rising and falling on the
strong and partly broken swell, re-
CURED the most expert management If
the weary people on the rock were to
be taken Off in safety.
When Constance and Enid, followed
by Stanhope, reached the boat after
giving Brand n farewell hug, there was
no more room. The crew pulled to-
ward the waiting vessel, and here n
specially prepared gangway rendered
the work of transshipment easy.
Mr.. Trail was leaning over the bull
wark as the lifeboat ranged alongside.
He singled out Pyne Mt once and gave
him CHEEKY cry of recognition. At
first he could not distinguish Mrs. Van
sittart, and indeed it must be con-
fessed that he was striving most ear
nestly to descry one face which had
come back to him out of the distant
years.
When his glance fell on Enid, his
nephew, who was thinking how best to
act under the circumstances, was as
sured that the father saw in the girl
the living embodiment of her mother
He thought it would be so. His own
recollection Of his aunt's portraits had
already helped him to this conclusion,
and how much more startling must Il
flesh and blood creation be than the
effort of an artist TO place on canvas
the fugitive expression which consti-
tutes the greatest charm Of mobile
countenance.
Enid, having heard SO much about
Mr.. Pyne's uncle, was innocently curl
Gus to meet him. AT first she was
vaguely bcwildcrcd The sunken eyes
were fixed on hers with an intensity
that gave her momentary sense of
embarrassment Luckily the exigen-
cies of the hour offered slight scope to
emotion. All things were unreal. out
of drawing with previous experiences
of her well ordered life. The irregular
swaying of the boat and the tug
seemed to typify the new phase.
Pyne swung himself to the steamers
deck before the gangway was made
fast, thereby provoking n loud outcry
from the deserted children.
Grasping his uncle's hand, he said:
s""Wait until you read Brands letter
4 No one else knows"
So Mr.. Trail, with fine self control
greeted Mrs. Vansittart affectionatel.
and handed her over to 4 stewardess
who took her to a cabin specially pre-
pared for hers Her low spoken words
were not quite what he expected.
Don't kiss me-" she murmured, "ant
please don't look mt me. In my presen
condition cannot bear it''
Relatives of the shipwrtcked passen
gers and crew. many OF whom wer,
waiting in Penzance, were not Above,
on board. This arrangement was mad
by Mr.. Trail after consulting loca
committee organized to help the un
| fortunates who needed help so greatly
The unanimous opinion was expressed
that Il few lady members of the con,
mittee, supplied with an abundance o
clothing, etc, would afford prompt re
lief to the sufferers, while the painful
scenes which must follow the meetin;
Of survivors with their friends woult
cause confusion and delay on the YES
sci.
Pyne, watching all things, saw tina
Mrs. Vansittart did not meet his incl,
with the eagerness of woman restor
cd to the arms of the man she wa.
about to marry.
She was distraught, aloof in her man
ner, apparently interested only in hi
eager assurance that she would find al
assortment of new garments in tn
cabin.
The millionaire himself was too fius
tered to draw nice distinctions between
the few words she spoke and what h