The Republican journal., 1907-01-03

composition fcr this non secret MEDICINE
OF KNOWN COMPOSITION
stolidly, shifted his cigar and waved {
golden arm in generous world sweep
ing circle.
"Thicker than pea SOUP" said he
eyes, ma'am, I'm afraid that it's go
ing to stay for the day. No, sir, ne
chance of getting up till late, if at all
Not at all today, 1 think myself. Ger
tainly not now. Couldn't take tug
through this crowded place, ma'am, lei
alone the Imperia. Yes, sir, Pm sorry
but you'd better settle down to grir
The ships bell hammered out a
monotonous punctuation for his re
marks. Things beloved and barke6
and hooted all around, near and far, in
Endorsement. The gray specter of a
tug screamed by, after uttering snort
ing screech as if she said hurriedly
Excuse me-" The pilot saw his
chance and escaped.
ANOTHER IMPORTANT QUESTION.
Enter to him presently as he tackled
the third slice of ham, millionaire per
son of that three hundred square miles
of tumble known as Greater New York.
He had, not one dollar
stateroom, but suite of them, and he
felt properly aggrieved. He was not
pretty and he had no charm of manner;
but he had his name in the papers
every day and the pilot listened polite
ly. He had tremendous financial
operation to close before night. The
fate of more than nations depended on
it, that is, the operation would net him
million more if he could only get to
town. And besides, he had promised
to spend Christmas somewhere. Now
what he wanted to know, was what
could be done about it.
Nothing, thought the pilot, very re-
gretfully. Even his free sea soul was
impressed by the immense Importance
on himself to apologize for the fog and
for the rude ways of the sea generally.
The millionaire person, misled by the
vicariOus apology, made his mistake.
He fumbled in the breast pocket of his
coat and drew ont noble pocketbook.
eff can make it worth your while, :"
he began.
The pilot got up, very slowly. He
looked the big, red-faced man up and
down.
I'm the pilot of this ship" said he.
''She goes up when the fog lifts and not
before. Do you think that you under
stand, or would you like diagram?"
The pilot had barely reached the
point where his eye roved to The fourth
slice of ham when a great lady swished
in, so appallingly elegant that all that
one could gain without staring rudely
was vague idea of overpowering
gowns and still more overpowering
manners, both of the latest and most
refined style. She was one of the New
port crowd who have achieved that
high pinnacle where their husbands,
who work as bank presidents or rail-
road presidents or soap boilers or things
somewhere are never referred to as
themselves, but always as Mrs. So-and-
Sos Husband. This particular Mrs.
So-and-So had achieved the tip top
to her help-mate as Mrs. So-and-S So S
Husband, but also added the surname,
Poor Devil.
REALLY HAD TO GET TO TOWN.
Mrs. So-and-So really simply had to
get to town. She gave the pilot all the
ninety nine reasons that don't count
and the one that does. He was deeply
concerned, especially as the lady began
to make elaborate preparations for cry
ing. But he shook his head and she be-
thought herself and did not cry, but
tlounced off, crushing him with look
that really sank in.
Before the pilot got through with that
fourth slice of ham he had in audience
before him as if he were king, half the
little and great mightiness of that float
ing engined city. He began to get con-
fused impression that there couldn't
possibly be any Christmas ashore unless
the cargo OF important persons got
there to permit it. So he bolted.
But he was caught again. At the
very foot of the ladder leading to the
bridge he was not only stopped, but
held, by girl. The pilot was a married
look at that girl twice. The second
look was so entirely satisfactory that
he didn't even try to disengage her little
hand from his coat.
She tried to speak, but, instead, her
extremely red mouth formed itself into
a most melancholy bow and she COM
menced to cry-real tears, not Newport
society ones.
Now" said the pilot, "my dear" Che
was fifty and the girl truly was only
eighteen), what is the matter?"
There was a great deal the matter-a
most shockingly great deal. The girl
was engaged to a young man. That was
not so bad. But the young man was q
soldier. And he had been in the Philip
pines for whole long, round year, and
he had come home Unexpectedly ten
days before and he had to 60 back again
on the morning after Christmas, and he
had cabled to her, and she had caught
the Imperia with her maid, and now
and now
And if she didn't get up she could
only see him for just a minute tomor-
row morning, even if she could get the
transport at all before it sailed. And
the pilot felt as if he would willingly
eat all the fog and have it on his diges-
zion all the rest Of his life if he could
get that ship up.
Then he soothed her, or rather, he
failed most utterly To sn0tha har and